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Passion flushed his face, making his eyes seem almost to glow. When he spoke, his voice had a husky sound that sent shivers of desire chasing across her skin.
"I want you, too. You're making it hard to think of anything else. But this isn't the time— "
"The nurse?"
"Won't be back for hours."
"Doctors? Other patients?"
"Deserted. Not even monitors."
"So...?"
She pulled his head down for another kiss, cutting off his answer. Twining her fingers in his thick curls, she pressed her lips against his, hard. Harder. She wanted no boundaries. She wanted to breathe his breath and fuse their spirits. She wanted to be one with him.
A faint tremor shook him, and he almost pulled away. Instead, he surrendered to her kiss. He slid his lips to the corner of her mouth, pressing a light kiss there, then started a nibbling, kissing exploration along her jaw. She closed her eyes and smiled, reveling in the sensations he sparked. It felt like a parade of butterflies brushing against her skin. Warm, moist butterflies, with lascivious intent.
He guided her back down onto the bed, so she rested on her uninjured hip. She snuggled closer, wrapping her arms around him. When he found the opening of her hospital gown and slid one hand beneath the flimsy cotton, she moaned with pleasure. His touch felt so right.
She tugged at his shirt, hungering to touch him the way he was touching her. He rubbed her back and shoulders with warm strokes, pressing the tender tips of her breasts against his firm chest. She sighed and gave up her efforts at loosening his shirt, instead focusing on the hot rush of pleasure flowing from his hand.
With his other hand, he brushed the hair from her eyes, sweeping around her brow and cheekbones in a soft caress that made her feel as pampered and adored as a Siamese. She nestled her face into his hand, pressing kisses against his palm and the pulse point of his wrist. He caught his breath sharply, then let it out on a shaky moan.
"Rebecca," he whispered, his ragged breath hot and moist against her skin. "I don't want to hurt you."
She laughed, deep in her throat. As if the pain mattered. All she cared about now was getting closer to him. She wanted to feel his bare skin against hers, hot and slick with passion. She wanted to feel his strength as he plunged into her. And she wanted to blur the edges of their identities, so that for a brief moment, they would become one.
She arched against him, pressing her hips against the swelling evidence of his desire, and breathed into his ear, "Nothing could hurt me now."
With a harsh sound, equal parts moan and growl, he claimed her ear, nipping and sucking the lobe. She felt him struggle to pull aside the sheet pinned between them. He could've removed it easily if they weren't pressed so tightly against each other, but neither of them would back away.
Her hands ached to feel the silky heat of his skin beneath them, and she yanked his shirt free from his pants. Sliding her hands up beneath the fabric, she caressed the length of his back, each stroke pressing them closer together. He arched his head back with a cry of delight, and she followed up her advantage by pressing kisses on the exposed skin of his neck. She tasted his spicy-sweet cologne, and the salty moisture of his aroused sweat. But mostly, she tasted the musky, rich flavor of him.
She swept her tongue across his neck, following a bead of sweat, then pressed a hungry kiss to the spot just below the pulse point where it lingered.
He trembled beside her, his breathing coming in short gasps. She heard fabric tear— the sheet? Her hospital gown? His clothes? She didn't care. Neither did he.
He pulled off his shirt, ripping it in his haste. Her flimsy gown shredded beneath his hands. They pressed together, skin to skin, rapidly beating heart to rapidly beating heart. It still wasn't enough. He kicked off his shoes, and she helped push his pants away.
He rolled over, lifting her above him, and settled her against the strength of his arousal. He captured her lips in a savage kiss, all heat and explosive desire, and she opened her mouth, drawing him in, welcoming their union.
His tongue plunged into her open mouth, tasting her, caressing her. She pulled, demanding more. She dug her fingers into his back, fusing herself to him. He answered her demands, wrapping his arms around her in a tight embrace and thrusting his tongue deeper.
More. She needed more. She needed him.
Anticipating her request, he slid his hands down to her hips. The tips of his fingers brushed the edge of her bandage, and he paused, twisting his head aside. His hesitancy struck her like an arctic wind, and she shivered with need. Bracing her weight on her hands, she lifted her hips and pressed herself against the heat of his arousal, rubbing against him when he still lingered.
"You're sure?" He had barely enough breath to talk, his words little louder than a thought.
She moved against him, letting her actions speak for her, but he refused to go on until she answered him in words. "I'm sure. You won't hurt me."
He thrust into her, pulling her down in a shattering explosion of heat and light. She wouldn't let him take the time to go gently, grinding against him and clutching him deep within her. Darkness filled her vision, but she didn't care, straining toward a blinding light.
He glided his lips over her neck, nipping and sucking in the same pounding rhythm. He touched the pulse at the side of her neck and she moaned in ecstasy. It was if her soul were leaving her heart and being drawn directly to his lips. She'd never experienced anything like it.
Tremors shook her body, and with heart and soul, she reached for him. Sensations flooded her. His hard strength filled her, and she pulsed and clenched over his arousal. She felt his lips, moist on her neck, and also her sweet warmth against his tongue.
She arched, every muscle straining for release. He thrust one last time, lifting her with the force of his stroke, and hot fire filled her. Like a wildfire burning out of control, a rush of thoughts and feelings swept over her, consuming her in a blaze of passion. She spun into space, whole galaxies whirling past her in a crazy dance. And amid all the light and movement, one sun burned brighter than all the rest. Desmond. With him as her lodestar, she found her way home.
