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He watched and copied on the other side of the bed, assisting. Once it was done, she sat down on the mattress and laid back, one arm across her chest as if to hide her breasts from his eyes.
Kneeling down beside her, he eased her arm away. “You’re too pretty to hide any part of you.”
“I’m a bit embarrassed,” she murmured.
“No need.” He forced himself to pause. “You’re absolutely sure you want to do this?”
“Yes, it’s what I’ve always wanted. You. You’re what I always wanted, Rory Rattigan.”
CHAPTER SEVEN
Sky had imagined this moment so often, dreaming of it as she drifted to sleep at night, torturing her libido with images of Rory climbing over her, and now here he was. Dizzy with arousal, she stared up at him from where she lay on the futon, and forced herself to ask the question preying on her mind. “Do you have a condom?”
“Yes.” He smiled slowly, one corner of his mouth curling. Then he lifted the hem of his T-shirt and pulled it over his head and off.
Sky stared, she couldn’t help herself. He’d always been muscular, but he was bigger built now, his chest, shoulders and torso delineated by ridges of muscles. As he shifted, casting his T-shirt aside, his biceps flexed. Arousal pulled heavily in the pit of her belly, making her skin sizzle and her fingertips twitch
“Ever-ready-Rory, huh?” She tried to sound nonchalant, even though nerves assailed her.
Rory on the other hand had a determined look about him, like he was a man on a mission. That alone ratcheted up her desire. For a while there, after he’d taken off, she thought he didn’t find her attractive, like he was just flirting with her for amusement. Casually rolling onto her side, she watched as he kicked off his biker boots.
“I bet you’d make an even cheekier remark if I didn’t have a condom on me, wouldn’t you?” He pulled his wallet from his back pocket, extracted a shiny silver packet, and threw it on the mattress beside her.
She pouted, but she couldn’t help being curious. Did he have loads of women he slept with? “So you’re a stud in demand, always got a condom on hand?”
“You have to be prepared.” Dropping his wallet on the floor, his hands went to his belt. “You never know when a gorgeous Welsh lass is going to invite you back to her apartment.”
Unfastening his belt buckle, he went for the button
and fly.
Sky glanced away. Her heart beat hard and fast, her blood racing. By the time she looked back, he was naked. She stared at his chest, not brave enough to look down.
Resting one knee on the mattress beside her, he reached over and wrapped his hand around her ankle. Unsure of his intentions, her pulse raced.
In one swift movement he pulled her legs apart.
Startled, she cried out.
He dropped to his knees between her open legs, one hand either side of her body, then ducked down to breathe warm air over the sensitive skin of her breasts and throat. The heat of his body instantly made her arch up to him, the touch of his skin electrifying hers.
Hovering above her he held her gaze, not allowing her to look away. Tension filled the air, clinging around them. He studied her. It set loose a wild fluttering at her centre, the intensity of that stare. She saw the lust in his eyes. It was blatant, raw, and incredibly powerful. He wanted her. A sense of joy rolled through her, her chest tightening.
“You’re sure you’re ready to take this to the next level?”
She nodded.
He put one finger under her chin, looking deep into her eyes. In that one touch he conveyed so much. Confident, self-assured and determined, the authority in his expression made her whimper with desire. Then he looked at all of her, his gaze traveling over her, devouring her.
Awkwardness assailed her. “Rory, you’re embarrassing me.”
“You’re going to have to get used to me looking at you, if we’re going all the way.” He moved closer still, so close she could feel his breath on her face, and he ran the back of his knuckles down her neck. “You’re even more beautiful, naked, than I would’ve imagined, Sky Vaughn. And believe me, I’ve imagined it a lot.”
Moaning in frustration, she shifted restlessly against the futon mattress, her head rolling from side to side, the touch of his fingertips all over her skin making her nerve endings go crazy.
“I can’t believe you waited for me.” His hands moved lower, stroking over her breasts and tummy.
“I thought we would,” she mumbled, confused. “I mean…we nearly did.”
