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Heat rose to her cheeks as she shook her head.
“Don’t be silly. Come on in.” He didn’t move and she sighed. “I was actually planning on inviting you for dinner tonight. Well, you, not Trojan, but you’re both welcome.”
“Honestly?”
“Yes, honestly.”
That rare, attractive smile transformed his face.
“In that case, we accept.”
They both entered the room and he turned to seal the inner door. Sylvester chirped happily and flew over to Trojan’s back. The horse turned his head and huffed softly at the bird, then settled into a resting position. J-418 smiled at the two of them as he came to join her, then cast a curious look around.
“This isn’t what I expected.”
He smiled down at her and she was suddenly overwhelmingly aware of him, of his size and strength, of that faint delicious scent she could detect beneath the dust.
“What did you expect?”
Her voice came out shaky and he frowned, then put his hand on her shoulder again. She was sure he meant it as a comforting gesture, but a spike of excitement raced through her body from that single light touch.
“I don’t know, Miss Carson,” he said. “Just… not this.”
His eyes searched her face, the air between them seeming to hum with electricity.
“Mattie. Please call me Mattie,” she whispered.
He nodded slowly, his eyes still fixed on her, and she found herself leaning towards him, unable to resist the pull of his attraction.
“Mattie,” he said, his voice deep and rich.
She thought he would say something else but he simply wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into an embrace.
It was only a hug, a comforting gesture, but her heart still stuttered at the contact. She settled against him, the tension flowing from her body as his arms tightened around her. She’d never felt so protected, so safe, and she allowed herself to relax against his broad chest, basking in the warmth of his body and the steady beat of his heart.
She didn’t want the moment to end, didn’t want to break the spell of intimacy that seemed to bind them together, but she tilted her head up to look at him, intending to make some light-hearted comment. Instead his lips found hers, and a firestorm of desire ignited in her body.
CHAPTER SIX
J-418 lost himself in the kiss, the taste and smell of her filling his senses, her softness pressed against the hard planes of his body. She responded eagerly to him, her small hands reaching up to tangle in his hair as she opened for him. Fuck, she was sweet. She tasted like candy and something undefinable that was uniquely Mattie.
He knew he shouldn’t be kissing her, shouldn’t be taking advantage of her vulnerability, but he was powerless to stop, powerless to resist the intoxicating temptation of her. His hands slid down her back, tracing the curve of her waist and hips, her slim body a perfect fit against him.
Her tongue met his in a passionate duel, the kiss growing even more heated. He groaned into her mouth, his cock pressing painfully against his pants. It had been so long since he’d felt anything like this, so long since he’d felt human. The blaze of emotions threatened to consume him, and he surrendered to the flames, giving himself over to the passion that engulfed them both.
He brought his human hand to her small breast, cupping her through her shirt. He could feel her nipple, hard and erect, through the thin fabric. He pinched it gently, rolling it between his fingers, and was rewarded by a gasp of pleasure as she arched into his touch.
They broke apart as she gasped for air, and he drank in the sight of her flushed face and swollen lips. Her face was smudged with dust, her eyes bright, and her curls in wild disarray, and he’d never seen anything so beautiful in his life. The pressure in his body was almost painful, his balls drawn tight with the need for release, but he didn’t dare move. If he did, he was afraid he would explode right then and there, and he wanted this moment to last forever.
She reached for him again and he willingly lowered his head. The intimacy of the small shelter wrapped around them like a cocoon as the passion between them deepened again. Her small, calloused hands roamed over the planes of his back, sending electric shivers through his body. He tangled his fingers in her wild curly hair, savoring its softness.
A sense of rightness filled him, as if he had finally found where he belonged after years of cold isolation and loneliness. Her body molded perfectly against his own, warm and alive and real. More real than anything else on this strange red planet he now called home.
Their kisses grew more urgent, more demanding. He forgot everything but the feel of her, the scent of her skin, the small sounds of pleasure she made in the back of her throat. He needed to be closer to her, as close as two people could possibly be. His hand slid up under her shirt, her skin impossibly silky as he cupped the small, perfect mound of her breast, his thumb stroking her nipple as his other hand slid lower?—
CRASH!
The harsh sound echoed through the shelter, ripping them apart. They stared at each other, chests heaving, still caught in the spell that had flared between them only seconds before, but this time she didn’t return to his arms.
