He bit back a growl of excitement at the thought of actually mounting her. The memory of her ass bent over the bed in front of him in the guestroom flashed through his brain and he furiously tried to get a handle on his desires. The stress brought out his animal side.

“Are you okay? Do your legs still hurt from where they shot you?”

His dick hurt, not his thighs, but he just shook his head. “I am well. I heal quickly.”

“Good.”

She petted his bare chest, her touch featherlight and he squeezed his eyes closed, knowing it wouldn’t take much from her to release his seed if she were to help him. It reminded him that he wanted her to feel at ease with him. He was a sick bastard, he acknowledged, when he decided how to do that.

“Becca?”

“Yes?”

“Look at me.” He pulled back enough to stare down at her upturned face. She was beautiful, even with her auburn hair flowing in disarray over her shoulders. “They will probably ask you to touch me.”

Her cheeks turned pink and her blue eyes widened. “I figured that.”

“I want you to feel comfortable with me. It might be a stressful situation. I don’t know if they will treat us the way they did inside the testing facilities. When they wanted us to breed they put us in a room alone but there was a camera. They’d monitor us.”

“Great.”

He lifted an eyebrow.

“Sarcasm. It’s how people react when they are trying to be brave about something.”

Her response made him smile. “I see. I won’t harm you if they don’t restrain me. I’m not sure if they will or not.”

“They restrained 919.”

“I know. You described in detail what they did to him.”

“Right. Yeah. I did.” She licked her lips. “I trust you. I really do. I know you’re not going to hurt me so you don’t need to keep saying it.”

“Good.” He paused. “I wish to be honest with you to lessen the horror of what might happen.”

She blinked a few times and just waited for him to continue.

“I heard that a lab technician once was ordered to take a sample from a male and she manipulated his dick with her hands to get it.” He didn’t want to mention Fury and Ellie by name. “It might be what they ask you to do.”

More heat rushed to her cheeks. “I figured that out on my own unless they want to hook you up to that machine without the goggles on and I’m supposed to do whatever it takes to turn you on.”

Brawn’s raging hard-on throbbed and it took everything to hold still to prevent him from shifting to ease the pain of keeping it trapped between his thighs. “They believe we are in a sex-sharing relationship and I am afraid if they learn the truth it will put you in danger.”

“Okay. Do you really think it matters?”

“It might. They brought you to control me. I agree with your assessment on that matter. As long as they continue to believe you are my female they will not harm you as long as I comply. I just want you to be as comfortable as possible with my body but I don’t want to upset you by sharing the only way I can think of to make that happen.”

“What are you thinking?”

He took a deep breath. “You could kiss me and become accustomed to my body while we are alone before they take us wherever they will.”

Becca let Brawn’s suggestion sink in and had to swallow hard. Kiss him? Oh shit. Her gaze widened as she stared at him before she glanced at his mouth. It sounded reasonable and she’d wondered what it would be like.

“I’m not very forward.” Her gaze lifted to his. “You kiss me. I wouldn’t know where to start.”

That made his eyebrows arch. “You are inexperienced with sharing sex?”

No hole opened up under her so she could disappear but she wished one would. “I’ve had it with a few guys but I’ve never initiated a kiss before. Guys always made the first move.”

“I understand but it is surprising. Your males seem so docile that I assumed the females were the aggressors during intercourse.”

“We’re just kissing, right?”

“Yes.” He took a deep breath. “Close your eyes and just focus on me. Pretend we’re alone in your bedroom or mine. I can see your nervousness and you need to relax.” Arms wrapped around her middle and Brawn tugged her against his chest more firmly, bent his head and nuzzled the side of her face with his own.

His beautiful gaze searched hers, she knew he had to see her hesitancy, but then his hands lifted to cup her face.

“Forget about everything but me,” he ordered. “There’s just us. Remember yesterday when we met?”

She nodded, happy for the distraction.

He smiled. “You like my eyes. You’ve never seen anything like me.” His palms slid from her jawline to her cheeks. “You’re strangely attractive even with your funny little face.”

She smiled back. “I have a funny face?”

“Your little pointy nose.” His thumb brushed over it. “Your small mouth.” His thumb lowered to caress her bottom lip. “The tiniest ears.” His fingertips traced the shell of them as he leaned in close enough for their breaths to mingle. “Kiss me.”

She relaxed, focused solely on Brawn and admitted that he did have amazing eyes. They were so blue and the oval shape of them was exotic. Yellow swirls were spread through some of the blue. Her trepidation faded and she closed her eyes as he inched closer, sure that she wanted it to happen.

His lips barely brushed hers, so soft and warm it amazed her that anyone so tough could be so tender. He opened her mouth under light pressure and his tongue delved inside. It was hot, teased her own and he deepened the kiss as her hands gripped his shoulders to keep steady, needing something to cling to.

All tenderness fled as his lips and tongue manipulated the kiss into something wild and passionate. Her eyes closed and she tilted her head to open up to him more, desperate to forget everything but Brawn.

Kissing him was like sticking her finger in a light socket—shocking and powerful. All-consuming. No one had ever made her respond the way he did. It was extremely passionate and he put everything he had into it. Her hands lowered to roam down the front of his broad chest, sought skin and found plenty of it. A soft purr rumbled between them.

Becca jerked away in astonishment. Brawn eased his hold on her face, dropped his hands to her sides and just smiled.

“I make noises. Sorry. Just try to ignore them. I don’t really control it.”

Hands cupped her face before she could turn her head away and held her still while he gazed at her deeply. Once again she was struck by the beauty of his compelling eyes. He inched his face closer. She knew he would kiss her again and welcomed it. He did wonderful things to her body, made her belly quiver and he had a real talent for distracting her with his mouth. The fact that they were locked inside a cage, held prisoner by monsters, was easy to ignore.

There was only Brawn, his mouth heating her up and his wonderful skin under her hands. He released her face to grip her hips, turned her more to face him and shifted under her. It was impossible to miss the hard ridge that pressed against the underside of her leg when his thighs parted slightly. She knew what it was, that he was turned-on and so was she.

She moaned and clawed at his abs, wanted to draw him even closer. It didn’t work with her sitting sideways across his lap so she reached up, gripped his shoulders and moved enough to press a foot on the cold concrete floor. She scooted a little off his lap and straddled him instead.

Firm hands cupped her ass, jerked her tight against his lap and his trapped cock rubbed against her underwear through the layers of their clothes. Becca ached painfully, her breasts were heavy and hurt and she just wanted to release him to yank her shirt over her head and rub her nipples against his skin.

He kneaded her ass, his fingers digging in to the soft flesh. He lifted her a little to adjust the angle of his cock to press against the seam of her pussy. Her fingernails dug into his skin as she tried to pull him even closer, the heat of him penetrated through her thin nightgown and she hated having anything between them.