Gunner: The Hacker's Code by Michelle C. Reilly

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  Nay studied Gunner’s body, her heart racing in her chest. The bright light in the room afforded her a better view of him than she’d had at the cabin. She’d never seen anyone as beautiful as this man. His skin had a natural tan and clung to the grooves of muscle. Wide shoulders led to muscular pectorals. Cinnamon areolas surrounded his lighter nipples. A smattering of hair shadowed the hollow valley between. She followed that trail over the cuts of his abdominal muscles and bit her lip as she beheld his manhood. Never in her life had she thought she’d be in this kind of situation with someone like him.

  Only in my wildest fantasies. And, even then, I told myself I was stupid to think I could ever have someone like this man.

  And now she could possibly get both of them killed.

  Don’t think about it. Just enjoy this moment.

  She licked her lips. He sucked in a breath, and the sound echoed in the small room. Her gaze caught his, and she kept it there while she kneeled. Nay continued to stare at him as she bent over to kiss one of his knees and then the other. While still keeping her eyes locked with his, she ran her tongue along the inside of his thigh. The stiff hairs tickled her chin. As she moved higher, his spicy scent came to her and her lids drifted shut for a moment. Nay opened her eyes again and continued her steamy trek up and around his length.

  He’d done so much for her and she wanted to give something in return. Nay had never done anything like this, and his taste surprised her. She’d believed it would be disgusting, but instead it was musky and warm. Lifting her hand, she gripped the base of him. His skin was heated silk over taut muscle. She opened wide and sank her mouth over him. He grunted and hiked his hips off of the bed. Nay tasted the tangy wetness that seeped from his tip as she rose.

  When she came down again, he moaned and placed his hand on the back of her head. She glanced up at him. He watched her through heavy lids, his face flushed. The next time she took him deeper and swirled her tongue around the tip and his rigid muscle.

  “You’re going to make me come,” he said, his voice hoarse.

  Nadine throbbed and lust churned through her. Lowering her lids, she swallowed the saliva built up in her mouth, surprised she herself was on the verge of orgasm when he hadn’t even touched her. She delved deep one more time and then pulled back. His eyes clamped shut and he breathed hard through his nose, his chest heaving.

  Nay straightened and placed her knees on either side of his muscular thighs to straddle him. His eyes sprung open and, for a moment, she thought they glowed a burnished copper. But he blinked and they were back to their beautiful auburn tones.

  Gunner reached between them and held himself straight and she plunged onto him. A yell came from her. It was cut short when he brought her head to his and clamped his mouth over hers. Her insides quivered and she knew if she moved even a little, she’d fall over the edge, so she stilled and concentrated on his mouth. Nay leaned into him, the wool blanket rough beneath her knees. She took hold of his sweat glistened shoulders and held on tight.

  He palmed her breast, squeezing it and rubbing a thumb over her nipple, sending shards of lust arching through her. His other hand covered the small of her back and guided her. She lifted and slipped down slowly, wanting to feel every part of him, unsure she’d ever get the chance again.

  She pulled her head back and watched the emotions play on Gunner’s face.

  He is so beautiful. I wish I could spend forever with him.

  His pupils widened and his lips parted. Strands of hair, turned nearly black from sweat, stuck to his temples, neck, and the top of his shoulders. Nay increased her speed, and Gunner held the sides of her head with both hands.

  “Keep going, Nay. You’re so good,” he breathed.

  Nay tightened around him and her head fell back. He gripped her hair, gathered her close, and held her there, while he drew his tongue along her carotid artery and under her jaw. “Come with me, Nay,” he whispered against her ear. Chills slid down her spine, raising the hair along her arms.

  She tried to lower her head, but he held her still with his face cradled in the juncture of her neck and shoulder. He clamped an arm around her waist and plunged her down harder and faster.

  Nay’s muscles clinched around him and bright lights exploded behind her lids. She rode him hard and screamed as bliss streamed through her veins with each contraction.

  A small sting of pain pricked against her neck and she flinched. Then Gunner’s tongue soothed the spot. He squeezed her hard and let loose a loud groan as his orgasm hit him. His seed exploded within her, and she continued to ride him until their pleasure melted into a contented warmth.

  They collapsed together on the cot, the springs groaning beneath their weight. Nay rubbed her forehead against his warm chest and shivered.

  “You cold?” he asked, and shifted so he covered most of her body.

  Nay luxuriated in the warmth, still in a haze of dreamy wonder. She ran her finger along her neck where she’d felt the stinging and found a small scrape on her skin. “Did you cut me or something?”

  He drew back and glanced down to where her fingertip touched the spot. His shoulder lifted and he laid his head back on the lumpy pillow. “Didn’t mean to.”

  “You must have some sharp teeth.”