more the woman could make him feel.
“Stop looking at me that way, Captain Elliott. Go take a shower—a cold shower. I’ll tell you everything tonight after you’ve eaten. While you’re cleaning up, I’ll put your dinner inside the cage. I tried to make the damn thing as comfortable as I could.”
Nodding at her husky, almost tearful reply—which had his damn dick twitching again—he reluctantly rose from the chair and took a couple careful steps. The stiffness in his limbs eased as he moved across the floor in the direction she had pointed. It was only after he closed the bathroom door behind him that he allowed himself to wonder why the medical room had looked so much like a cybernetic lab.
Chapter 5
After locking him in the cage with his dinner as promised, his mad scientist had disappeared for an hour while he ate. When she finally returned, she smelled strongly of the citrus body spray she had mentioned. His senses tingled with excitement, but he knew not to get his hopes up when he saw her shoulder length hair clipped tight at the back of her head. The style made her look older than she was and way more severe. All traces of the softer woman who had climbed into his lap to kiss him had been erased from her body. The woman staring at him through the bars now projected nothing but a professional stoicism, right down to the fresh white lab coat she wore.
Despite his capacity for analyzing large amounts of data, Peyton could only guess the reasons Dr. Winters had taken so many physical steps to retreat from him. Her shadowed, hollowed out eyes hinted at a story, but it was one he wasn’t sure he was ready to hear yet. He had seen that same look on plenty of non-enhanced soldiers when they had been gearing up to do something they hated—like facing their potential deaths. A feeling of dread dropped like a cloud over his entire body. There didn’t seem to be a damn thing he could do to stop himself from feeling it.
“Doc—I have to tell you this. It pisses me off to see you looking like I’m going to kill you in a few minutes. No matter what you’ve got to tell me, I’d never do that. Hell, I’ve been in more bad shit in my life than you could ever imagine. I double damn guarantee your story won’t be the most horrible one I’ve ever heard.”
Kyra frowned over the supportive statement as she rolled her desk chair closer before she sat. “Trust me, Captain Elliott. This will be the worst story of your life.”
Peyton sighed at her resigned tone and sat down on the small metal bed. As his backside sunk into the mattress, he found himself automatically gauging whether or not the frame could hold their combined weights as well as stand up to what he’d like to do with her.
“Before we start the shitty conversation I feel coming, can I just make that offer to show you heaven one more time? Damn lady—I don’t remember the last time I wanted to kiss and hold a woman, much less bury myself inside her. I feel like I’ve been living in some kind of desert for years. This feeling of wanting you so badly carries with it the promise of some terminable thirst finally being quenched.”
Kyra hung her head and bit her lip as she ordered herself not to cry again. Would his poetic side remain after the assimilation? She lectured herself about how foolish it was to care for something so immeasurable as Captain Elliott’s penchant for flirting.
“Your eloquent speeches are very charming, but please stop flirting with me. I don’t have the luxury of feeling sorry for either of us anymore. No matter what I might want to do, you and I have to talk about your future cybernetic life.”
Peyton reached up and rubbed his head, something he’d caught himself doing several times that day. It was an odd mannerism with no purpose other than it gave his restlessness a physical expression. “Maybe I don’t want to talk about my cybernetics. Right now in this moment, I feel more normal than I’ve felt in ages.
“Stop looking at me that way, Captain Elliott. Go take a shower—a cold shower. I’ll tell you everything tonight after you’ve eaten. While you’re cleaning up, I’ll put your dinner inside the cage. I tried to make the damn thing as comfortable as I could.”
Nodding at her husky, almost tearful reply—which had his damn dick twitching again—he reluctantly rose from the chair and took a couple careful steps. The stiffness in his limbs eased as he moved across the floor in the direction she had pointed. It was only after he closed the bathroom door behind him that he allowed himself to wonder why the medical room had looked so much like a cybernetic lab.
Chapter 5
After locking him in the cage with his dinner as promised, his mad scientist had disappeared for an hour while he ate. When she finally returned, she smelled strongly of the citrus body spray she had mentioned. His senses tingled with excitement, but he knew not to get his hopes up when he saw her shoulder length hair clipped tight at the back of her head. The style made her look older than she was and way more severe. All traces of the softer woman who had climbed into his lap to kiss him had been erased from her body. The woman staring at him through the bars now projected nothing but a professional stoicism, right down to the fresh white lab coat she wore.
Despite his capacity for analyzing large amounts of data, Peyton could only guess the reasons Dr. Winters had taken so many physical steps to retreat from him. Her shadowed, hollowed out eyes hinted at a story, but it was one he wasn’t sure he was ready to hear yet. He had seen that same look on plenty of non-enhanced soldiers when they had been gearing up to do something they hated—like facing their potential deaths. A feeling of dread dropped like a cloud over his entire body. There didn’t seem to be a damn thing he could do to stop himself from feeling it.
“Doc—I have to tell you this. It pisses me off to see you looking like I’m going to kill you in a few minutes. No matter what you’ve got to tell me, I’d never do that. Hell, I’ve been in more bad shit in my life than you could ever imagine. I double damn guarantee your story won’t be the most horrible one I’ve ever heard.”
Kyra frowned over the supportive statement as she rolled her desk chair closer before she sat. “Trust me, Captain Elliott. This will be the worst story of your life.”
Peyton sighed at her resigned tone and sat down on the small metal bed. As his backside sunk into the mattress, he found himself automatically gauging whether or not the frame could hold their combined weights as well as stand up to what he’d like to do with her.
“Before we start the shitty conversation I feel coming, can I just make that offer to show you heaven one more time? Damn lady—I don’t remember the last time I wanted to kiss and hold a woman, much less bury myself inside her. I feel like I’ve been living in some kind of desert for years. This feeling of wanting you so badly carries with it the promise of some terminable thirst finally being quenched.”
Kyra hung her head and bit her lip as she ordered herself not to cry again. Would his poetic side remain after the assimilation? She lectured herself about how foolish it was to care for something so immeasurable as Captain Elliott’s penchant for flirting.
“Your eloquent speeches are very charming, but please stop flirting with me. I don’t have the luxury of feeling sorry for either of us anymore. No matter what I might want to do, you and I have to talk about your future cybernetic life.”
Peyton reached up and rubbed his head, something he’d caught himself doing several times that day. It was an odd mannerism with no purpose other than it gave his restlessness a physical expression. “Maybe I don’t want to talk about my cybernetics. Right now in this moment, I feel more normal than I’ve felt in ages.
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