Gunner: The Hacker's Code
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Nay woke enveloped in warmth. Her eyes twitched behind her closed lids and she frowned. Something heavy laid over her side. She opened her eyes and found herself shrouded in darkness. Pulling her head back, she caught sight of two brown areolas surrounded by a muscular chest. An arm draped over her torso, and a muscular—and hairy—limb encircled her legs.
She followed the view upward to an angled jaw and higher to a pair of masculine, kissable lips.
How can they be both?
As her trajectory continued, she found Gunner’s sleepy sunset eyes staring back at her. Thick eyelashes tipped with gold lowered for a moment, and dark brown hair stuck out around his head and caressed his shoulders. His hooded gaze slid to her mouth and she stopped breathing. She knew what came next. Her heart skipped and her stomach danced.
Gunner shifted his arm and skimmed the side of her face with his fingers, pushing her hair away. His hand covered the side of her head and he leaned down, brushing his lips against hers, while his stare fixed on her. He opened his mouth and swiped his tongue out, tasting her. Trills of electricity shot down her chest, though her stomach, and to her core. Her muscles clenched, and she couldn’t stop the moan from escaping between her gaping lips. Gunner took advantage and crushed his mouth against hers, raiding her. Her own tongue found his and danced to his tune.
Gunner’s hand left her hair and groped for the blanket tangled around her, tugging it free, while his mouth curved along her jaw. She bent her body, so he could gain better access to remove the offending material. Nay searched for the edge of his sheet, tearing at it, wanting to feel his skin against hers.
He raised up, and she lifted her head, licking along his neck and collarbone. The man tasted of salt and eclectic energy, and she moistened, turned on. She pushed the sheet downward, running her hand along his ribs, hip, and thigh. Nay used her feet to kick it away.
Her blanket finally came free and he tossed it to the floor. He stared at her, his face intense as he studied her. Gunner shifted to his knees, with her on her back, and him between her legs. He used his large hands to widen her legs, while his palms skimmed the inside of her thighs, moving closer to where she wanted—needed—him to be.
She stared at his chest. Taut skin stretched over his pecs. The ribbed muscle of his abdomen didn’t have an ounce of fat. Her inspection continued downward, where veins distended from his Adonis belt. A dark line of hair traced from his navel and lead to his erection. It was huge, and she wondered with a shiver of panic and anticipation, how she would accommodate him.
Nay had only been with one other person, and it had been a bumbling mess nearly every time. The relationship hadn’t even lasted half a year and ended over two years ago.
His brow wrinkled. “Are you sure?” His voice was low and the timbre sent goose bumps along her skin, making her nipples pucker beneath her t-shirt.
She nodded. “I’m sure.”