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His hips slowed, and he carefully slid her shaky legs to the bed. Hovering above her, he scanned her beautiful features. Every inch of her glowed from their lovemaking. It was the one and only time he cared to look at a woman after coming.
Capturing her head between his palms, he gently kissed her forehead, then the tip of her nose, and finally the point of her chin. Sweat lined her brow, but she’d never looked better. She had a new look about her. A maiden no longer. She was his woman. He’d be damned if he let another man ever touch her the way he did.
“So, that’s sex, huh?” she asked, finger snaking down his chest.
He nodded, no words coming to his aid. His brain was a muddled mess after fucking her once. He couldn’t imagine what a lifetime would do to him.
“Hmm.” She pursed her lips as if in thought, then met his gaze. “Is it always that good?”
“Only with me, baby.”
She rolled her eyes and shoved at his chest. Easing out of her, he tossed the condom in the garbage can near the door, then slid under the covers, tucking her safely against him.
“I like it,” she finally said, sleep evident in her voice.
“Me too, princess.” He kissed the back of her head, never wanting to be anywhere but here. He’d managed to fall for a girl and made her a woman.My woman.Life couldn’t throw any better curveball.
22
Isa
A crickin Isa’s neck woke her the next morning. No sunlight streamed through the curtained window as thunder rumbled above the lodge. She slowly opened her eyes, uncertain whether last night had been a dream or perhaps wishful thinking on her part. Doc’s disheveled hair met her gaze, and a little part of her heart squeezed.I wasn’t dreaming.
Taking in the man beside her, she swallowed back the memories flashing through her mind. His left arm was sprawled haphazardly across her pillow, his right hand resting on his naked torso. Her eyes dipped to the sheet covering them both. Nothing lay between them, and it was exactly what she wanted from that moment forward.
Doc snored lightly, the act too cute to be manly. Propping up on her elbow, she pulled back the sheet to review the artwork across his chest. Tattoos lay on top of his muscles, their sizes and shapes varying along with the colors. She recognized a few she’d seen before. The coiled green snake led to an orange Irish trinity cross, the colors interwoven to appear as if they were one unit instead of two separate tattoos. The pectoral muscles on his right side looked as though someone peeled back the skin to reveal a machine in place of his muscles. His left was mostly bare, save for one small tattoo. She peered at the calligraphy, smiling at the familiar language.Gaelic.
A flash of lightning momentarily lit the room, and Isa held her breath. When he didn’t wake, she continued her perusal. Sleeves covered both his arms. His left was a tribute to the goddess Macha. Whoever the tattoo artist was deserved a huge tip. The goddess looked almost real, half her face human, the other half a ghostly skull. The rest displayed Macha’s spirit raven as well as an old-fashioned pocket watch set to midnight.
His right arm portrayed the MC half of his Irish dedication. Nothing cheesy like she’d seen on a few other members. This arm held an atlas with the Irish isle on his triceps and a compass leading north. A road curved down the rest of his arm, a shadow of a motorcycle rolling down the side.
Isa smiled in the darkness. He’d slept near her before, but actually having him under the sheets was surreal. Somehow, he’d managed to make her first time feel like she’d been doing it her entire adult life. Other than the minimal pain at first, she couldn’t complain. He’d more than made up for it during the night.
She remembered the way Doc gently kissed her before they fell asleep, her face on his chest and his arm around her shoulders. The heart within the rough biker exterior was sweet, protective, and thoughtful. No other man could duplicate the feelings coursing through her veins. He was it.
A loud boom of thunder sent Doc sitting up fast, hand toward her protectively. His chest heaved, and she saw the muscle in his neck bulge. Isa gasped when she noticed the handgun in his other hand.Where the hell did he hide that?
He scanned the room, then cast his eyes to her. Realization registered on his face, and he slowly placed the gun on the bedside table.
“Bad dream?”
He pushed back his hair. “Something like that.”
“Anything I can do to help?”
His eyes lowered to her state of undress and a grin covered his lips. “You’re the only remedy I need.”
He fluidly swept her to him and kissed her softly. Isa couldn’t stop the sigh from escaping. Even after making love three times throughout the night, her body craved more. His hands caressed her back, bringing her completely on top of him, his solid muscles beneath her only encouraging her to kiss him longer. Her stomach, on the other hand, had other ideas.
Sitting up, she laughed at the growling sounds her belly made. “Guess I worked up an appetite.”
He leaned over and kissed her belly button. “That you did. Come on. It’s early, but I’ll bet Queenie has something out.”
She moved off him, suddenly very aware of their nakedness. Under the moonlight was one thing, but in the light of a new day… she wasn’t so certain.
“Don’t overthink it,” Doc commented, hoisting his jeans up. He walked over to the bed and kissed her forehead. “It’s nothing to be ashamed of. You’re a gorgeous woman.” He ran his thumb along her bottom lip. “My woman.”
A flurry of nerves filled her gut at his words. In one night, Doc claimed her as his own and didn’t seem ready to ever relinquish that statement. She loved the thought, but it also scared her.
