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There was nothing subtle about that kiss. She held the back of his neck and kept him close as her lips moved over his. When she lifted her head, he sat up straighter and brought her back down to him again.
His hands slid up the outsides of her bare thighs. Her skin warmed under his fingertips and his head pounded as he outlined the lean muscle running up her legs. Smooth and silky, as sexy as he’d fantasized she’d be.
She broke off the kiss and stared down at him with half-closed eyes. “Let me stay.”
The request shot through him and his erection strained against the back of his zipper. He should be a gentleman and tell her about adrenaline in the after-rush of violence and how it sometimes hit like desire. How they should wait.
He should have but he was too busy dragging her down onto his lap.
Her knees fell to either side of his hips and her arms wrapped around his neck. As if reading his mind, she spoke up. “I know what I’m doing.”
“Then tell me.” His hands roamed up her back, slipping under the edge of the slim shirt and caressing the bare skin underneath.
“Being with you.” She leaned in and kissed his chin, trailing a line to his throat.
He moved his head to give her access, but he had to ask, “Why?”
That hot mouth licked around his ear. “Do you want me, Ben?”
He shifted her on his lap until his erection pressed against her. The move had him groaning. “Do you have to ask?”
“I waited.” She kissed his nose. “I tried to hold back.” Then the space under each eye. “I don’t want to wait anymore.” She ended with her mouth hovering over his.
“Be sure.” He balanced his forehead against hers as he fought to hold on to his control. “I want you so much it will kill me to stop.”
He felt pressure against his shoulders and let his body fall. He dropped back against the bed, loving the way she asked for what she wanted. No games. No male/female garbage.
She straddled him with her palms pressed against the mattress on either side of his head. “I won’t want you to stop.”
The kisses got better each time. This one grew heated in a second. His hands traveled all over her, and her hair tickled his arms. He didn’t care if he ripped out his stitches or Connor tried to break down the door and barge in with a shotgun, this was happening. She was strong and sexy and smart and she knew what she wanted. If that was him, he was not going to do something stupid to turn that off.
Right when he thought about rolling her over, getting her under him as he’d been longing to do since the first time he saw her, she sat back on her heels. With her fingers at the edge of her shirt, she stripped the material up and off. No bra. Just perfect breasts, round and high. He cupped them, teased them. His thumbs ran over the nipples until her head dropped back.
The sight humbled him. This was the trust he needed from her. Maybe not with her secrets, but with her body. She didn’t hide or try to rush him. She let him explore her as her fingers went to his zipper.
A sharp ticking filled the room as she lowered it tooth by tooth. His erection spilled out and she wrapped her hand around him. His need for her swept over him like a wildfire.
When she lifted his shirt off, he didn’t say anything. Just lay there and let her undress him.
For a second her body froze as her finger traced the outline of the slice across his stomach. “Does this hurt?”
“No.” It wasn’t a lie but he would have told one to get her to keep going.
She pressed her body against him, chest against bare chest. Their bodies met everywhere but the thin scrap of skin of his injury. She kissed the evidence of the bullet graze on his shoulder. The touch stung, but he kept his mouth shut, focusing on how good the rest of her felt.
“Wounds of a hero.” She whispered the phrase as she kissed her way over his chest and up to his mouth.
He covered one of her hands with his and dragged her palm back to his erection. “This is what aches right now.”
“Poor baby.” She squeezed him until his eyes drifted shut. “I’ll do most of the work.”
He opened them again. “What?”
“Condom?”
“My bag.” He had to move. At some point his muscles had turned to pudding except for the part of him that thumped to the point of pain.
She crawled off and rolled down those shorts. Nothing under those, either. When she turned back, condom in hand, she was naked and he shook so hard he waited for the bed to move across the floor.
She sprawled out, half on top of him, half next to him. Her mouth skimmed his shoulder, all around the wound. “You’re injured.”
“I’ll be fine in a few minutes.” He just needed to be inside her.
