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He visualized Neely in the shower with him, and he squeezed his cock harder and stroked it faster. With her arms and legs around him, he would grip the rounded cheeks of her ass to shift her so he could slide his cock into her slick opening. He could almost feel her wet heat close around him as he filled her to the hilt.
He’d press her against the wall teasing her nipples, slowly moving in and out of her. Their mouths would be fused together in one long tongue-stroking kiss. As he drove his cock in and out of her, faster and harder, he’d cup her ass and hold her so she wouldn’t be slammed against the stone tile wall as he pounded into her.
He stroked harder and faster, chasing the climax he could feel building in his lower spine. She might come first, contracting around him, sending him over the edge of bliss.
Stalker groaned, closing his eyes as he came, shooting his semen onto the floor to be washed down the drain. Eyes still closed, he breathed as he finished milking himself.
With his lust temporarily sated, he finished his shower quickly and shoved his clothes into the cleaner. Padding out to the bedroom naked, he set his boots by the bed and then pulled a pair of boxers from a drawer built into the wall.
After putting them on, he checked to see that Neely was still covered. He turned back the sheet on his side of the bed and slid between them. With Neely safe beside him, it didn’t take long for him to fall asleep. It had been a long two days.
Stalker woke immediately when Neely stirred and sat up. She looked around the room, then turned and saw him lying in bed beside her.
“Did you sleep well?” He sat up and leaned back against the bed’s head. He slipped from under the cover, revealing the boxers he wore to bed.
“I think so. I don’t even remember getting here.”
“I tried to wake you, and you almost fell off the bike, so I caught you and carried you in….”
“Thank you.” She paused for a moment and frowned. “So, you brought me to your bed?”
“And took off your boots. I wanted you close, and I knew you would be disoriented when you woke up.”
“I was until I saw you.”
“I had a shower after I put you in bed. The bathroom is in through that door. I brought your clothes in and set them on that table.” He pointed. “The shower works on voice commands or by the manual faucets. All I have is bar soap, but the shampoo is in with your clothes.”
“I can’t believe you bought that. It was so expensive.”
“That’s because it came from offworld.”
“I usually just used the bar soap.”
He shrugged. “I can afford it. I still have most of the pay from the war. Most of us do. During the war, everything was provided… And we thought we would get our mates after it ended. We saved our credits for taking care of our mates and family.”
“But you’re going to give me time to think about this mating thing.” It was more a statement than a question.”
“Yes, Neely.” His tone was gentle, and he reached for her hand and brought it to his lips. “You will tell me when you wish to breed.”
“I think you know I want you.”
“And I know you are not ready.” He rubbed his thumb back and forth over the back of her hand. “I’m going to get dressed, and we will have breakfast when you’re showered and dressed. I have a food processor with an extensive menu.”
Neely realized she was disappointed that Stalker didn’t even kiss her. Remembering their first kiss, she knew it wouldn’t take much more than that for her to forget her reluctance and give him what they both wanted. The lifetime commitment stopped her from asking to ‘breed’ with him.
She wished she could talk to another woman who had a cyborg husband, but she didn’t know any. Picking up the duffel containing her new clothes, she picked an outfit and carried it into the bathroom.
A cold shower might cool her libido, but she hated being cold. Besides, it would resurge as soon as she got near Stalker again. She thought about taking matters into her own hands to get an orgasm, but that would only last until she got near him again.
Neely hung her clothes on a hook and used the faucets to turn on the shower. She stepped under it and started shampooing her hair. After rinsing her hair, she soaped up a cloth to wash her body. Even though she finished bathing quickly, she stood under the shower for a long time afterward, just thinking, basking in the luxury of warm water running over her body.
Would it be so bad to spend her life with a gorgeous, sexy man like Stalker? Was he really as nice as he seemed? And guileless? He was giving her time to figure it out, and she could barely think of anything else.
For Stalker, it was settled. She was his genetic mate. That was all he needed to know to accept her as his lifemate without knowing anything about her. He came preconditioned to love her. Could he possibly be that perfect?
Chapter Seven
Finding the kitchen was easy when Neely had finished her shower and dressed. The bedroom opened to a short hallway to the living room, which flowed into it. Stalker set steamy mugs on the breakfast nook’s table for two, with two scrambled eggs and toast plates.
