Page 43 of Glass Rose
“Tell me to stop.”
I shake my head. “Don’t you dare.”
He rolls his hips, his cock rubbing against my clit through our clothes. The pressure and friction are exquisite, not enough but still too much. I whimper, the sound escaping before I can trap it behind my teeth.
“That’s a start,” he says.
I should be embarrassed, the curve of my ass filling his hands and the extra flesh there for him to grip, but the hunger in his eyes burns away any self-consciousness. He’s not just tolerating my body… he’s craving it.
His lips sear a path down my neck, and I arch against him, wanting more, needing—He freezes, his body going rigid, and for a moment, I’m lost in the confusion of desire denied.
“What’s wrong?” I pant.
He rests his forehead on mine, eyes closed. When he opens them again, the hunger there hasn’t diminished, just merely leashed. “Someone’s coming.”
I strain to listen but hear nothing. His enhanced senses again. Damn them.
Before I can respond, he kisses me with devastating tenderness, and somehow it’s more intimate than the dry-humping.
“You’re gorgeous like this…” he murmurs against my mouth, “flushed, wanting, curves pressed against me.” He gives me a harder thrust, grinding his erection against my center one last time. “Unfortunately, we have to stop.”
My body screams in protest, demanding his hands and lips to continue. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”
His laugh is dark and promises things that make my insides clench. “Believe me, I’d rather bend you over right here.” His voice drops to a whisper. “Spread those beautiful thighs and taste you until you scream.”
A metallic clang echoes through the warehouse, followedby voices bouncing off the high ceiling. “—should check the southeast corner next. John mentioned—” Dr. Cho.
“We’ve got enough antibiotics to last months, but I’m worried about pain management if—” Marcus, his voice growing closer.
Fuck. I scramble to disentangle myself from Gavin, but he keeps me steady, lowering me to my feet with controlled strength. My legs are like pudding, and I have to grip the shelf behind me to stay upright.
His hands drift from my waist, but not before giving my ass one final, possessive squeeze that makes the feeling linger long after his touch.
“This isn’t over.” He adjusts himself in his pants, the outline of his cock still visible against the fabric. “Not even close.”
I swallow hard, unable to form words as he steps back, putting appropriate distance between us as the footsteps round the corner.
“There you are.” Marcus stops short, eyes darting between us. “John’s been keeping dinner warm for you.”
Dr. Cho appears behind him, her sharp gaze taking in my definitely flushed face and disheveled hair. The corner of her mouth twitches. Busted.
“Let’s get you food,” Gavin says, his voice back to its normal register, though there’s a roughness around the edges that wasn’t there before.
“Yeah. I’m starving.”
“You look it,” Dr. Cho says dryly.
TEN
GAVIN
John ladles the stew for dinner into mismatched bowls like he’s performed this ritual a thousand times before. Alex dives right in, Dr. Cho takes her time, Marcus observes her, and Sofia takes her bowl with a mumbled thanks.
The stew with root vegetables and some kind of wild rice is better than it has any right to be. I shovel it into my mouth, needing the energy. My body burns through calories faster since they injected me, another “gift” from Green Research.
Sofia hovers with her spoon above the stew, trembling before dropping back to the table. This afternoon, she barely ate anything as well. My own appetite vanishes, but I force myself to eat anyway.
Never waste food, no matter what.
