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“You’ve shaved. Why?” she whispered as her eyes dropped to the magnificent six-pack right in front of her eyes. Totally unprompted, her hands lifted and spread out over his upper body. His flesh was hot, his heart hammering away under her fingers. “I’m making tea,” she whispered as her hands boldly glided over hard muscles and supple lines.
Groaning, he caught her hands and pulled her close. “This is a very bad idea. I can’t give you what you need.”
“And what is that?” she asked, but she wasn’t really paying any attention to what he was saying. Her eyes were glued on his magnificent chest.
“I can’t promise you forever.”
She raised her eyes. “I haven’t asked you for that now, have I?” she muttered, but her attention was wandering again. Her hands were still in his, but the rippling muscles were right in front of her mouth. So what was a girl to do but have a taste?
As her lips encountered warm skin, he cussed softly and lifted her chin. His eyes were stormy, desire lurking in their depths. “Damn it, Lindsay, I’m supposed to protect you...”
But she didn’t want to listen to any more reasons why she couldn’t be with him. She nodded. “So if I’m with you, I’ll be safe. Win-win.” And she bent her head again and continued her exploration of warm skin and rock-hard muscles.
Barking out a laugh, he picked her up. “Win-win? You’ll be the death of me yet, beautiful.”
Her hands explored his broad back while her mouth moved up his neck. Tomorrow, there would be time to scold herself and be appalled at the way she’d more or less jumped his bones, but that would be tomorrow. At this moment, there was no other place she wanted to be than right here in Blake’s arms.
––––––––
He walked straightto her room and gently put her down on the bed. “You know how many times I’ve imagined being here on this damn bed with you, like this?” he got out as he stared down at her.
She lifted herself on her elbows and looked up at him. The top few buttons of her pajama top had become undone again, leaving one of her breasts bare. Desire literally knocked his breath out and when his knees buckled, he fell down beside her on the bed.
“You’re so, so beautiful,” he got out, his fingers quickly opening the rest of the buttons so that he could see more of her. “Look at you,” he whispered, tracing the lines of her generous curves with unsteady fingers.
“I have to warn you, I’m not very good at this,” she said, softly trailing her fingers over his chest.
If he ever got hold of Mark Taylor, he’d find it very difficult not to ram a fist down the man’s throat. The damn bastard had her believing she was useless as a woman.
He pressed a soft kiss against her forehead. He didn’t have the words to tell her exactly how amazing she was, but he could show her.
“You make me ache for you,” he whispered before his lips brushed over her silky skin to capture her lips. Her mouth was warm, moist, and he nearly came undone right there and then. To rein himself in, he moved away from her mouth, pressing kisses all over her face down to the soft spot behind her ear, down her long neck. But instead of calming him down, the sounds coming from her throat, the touch of her hands on his shoulders, and the movement of her body beneath his touch, sent the blood pounding through his body, making his heart gallop at an alarming rate.
“You’ve asked me why I’ve shaved. This was what I was thinking about when I got rid of the beard,” he muttered before his mouth finally clamped down on one rock-hard nipple. She arched her back, and sobbing out his name, her fingers slid through his hair, egging him on.
Taking his time, he teased and fondled and caressed her breasts, putting everything he was feeling into giving her as much pleasure as he could. When a long, deep moan escaped from her throat, he pushed her pajama bottoms down so that he could continue to savor the silkiness of her skin.
Her flesh heated, quivered under his onslaught; her movements became restless while she dug her nails into his back as his hand found and skimmed down her bared hip. Soft skin. Like petals. Exquisite. But it wasn’t enough. Not nearly. He wanted more.
“I want to see all of you.” He ground out the words, tugging the pajama bottoms farther down.
She helped him, shrugged off her top, and kicked the bottoms to the side while her hands stroked his chest, driving him wild. One small hand fluttered down, tugged at his jeans. “You’re still overdressed,” she teased.
He loved her smile and if it were up to him, he’d make sure she’d always be smiling. “Happy to oblige.” He grinned and quickly got rid of his jeans.
But by the time he lay down next to her again, she was chewing on her lip, looking uncertain once again. The damn bastard had really done a number on her.
Lifting himself on his elbow, he looked down at her. “You’re so, so beautiful,” he repeated, cupping her breast. “These...” His lips found hers. “Are the holy grail...” He captured her mouth with his. “I cannot tell you how many nights thoughts of these have kept me awake, how many times I’ve dreamed of touching you like this.”
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Far away, a dog barked, a car started up, but Lindsay barely registered the sounds. Her whole being was focused on pleasing this man as much as he was pleasing her. And that was a first.
While his mouth devoured hers, his big, strong hands roamed over her body, touching here, caressing there, until her whole being ached from a need so intense, she was afraid she’d go up in flames any minute.
His mouth moved over her face, down her neck, until it once again fastened around a rock-hard nipple that begged to be suckled while those clever hands slid down her body to where she needed him most. And when he finally cupped her, there was no way she could prevent the whimper in her throat from escaping.
Before she could take her next breath, merciless fingers had found her core, tormenting, teasing, and caressing her until a current simply picked her up and relentlessly dragged her to a place where she cascaded over the top.
