Page 141 of Ashes and Metal
“What’re you doing?”
“What did Cagley tell you?”
“That jackals mated for life.”
Gunner smirked. “And I’m keeping you restrained like the good doctor ordered.”
“Gunner,” she deadpanned. “Iitcheverywhere! I can’t stand it. It’s like I’m being tickled under my skin.” Elodie twisted on the table and tried to get loose. He grabbed her waist and sat her back upright to face him. “Let me go,” she breathed. Gunner rested his hands on the table on either side of her, caging her in, a smile twitching his lip.
“Not until it’s over.”
Elodie’s nostrils flared, her brow creasing. Her body squirmed. He relished it until she jumped forward and ran her tongue straight over his cheek, licking his tattoo. She slid back languidly, clearly satisfied with herself for catching the Cyborg off guard.
Gunner leaned into her and ran his nose from her shoulder to her ear. He didn’t touch her otherwise.
“You never told me,” Elodie whispered, shaking under him. “Why you have tattoos of guns on your face...” Gunner could smell her arousal. It was building and thickening the air by the second. His back stiffened and he bowed over her, moving his nose from her ear and into her hair. He could hear her skin prickle with goosebumps even though his fingers remained stiff on the table.
Every moment, his ship drove them deeper into space. Every moment, his patience was poked with a hot iron. Every moment, what he had in the cage of his arms became more real.
Gunner gripped the edge of her pants and stripped them off her legs.
“Some people refer to their arms as guns because that’s the best weapon they have. My tattoos point toward my best weapon, and I don’t intend to use it for talking.”
