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“Bel?”
She dragged her eyes open, unaware she’d even closed them, and focused on Travis. The shadows in the room made it impossible to make out the color of his eyes, but she couldn’t mistake the hunger she saw burning there. She cupped his cheeks in her hands and pulled his face to hers, desperate for another kiss, another taste of him.
But after only seconds, he ended the kiss, dragging his lips along her jawline to her ear. “Hold this for me,” he murmured, taking her wrist and guiding her hand down.
Dazed, she complied, gripping a handful of soft fabric, repeating the action on the other side, and looking at him as he pulled back, lingering just long enough to nip her ear. “I need to taste you, Bella-mine.”
He kissed a pathway down the midline of her torso, lips scalding hot through her dress and she shuddered when he hooked his fingers in her panties, so lost, so overwhelmed with need that she ... just forgot about the scars until that light, gentle touch came.
“Isabel ... ”
Her eyes flew open and she looked down just as he lifted his head to stare up at her.
“Not now,” she said, pleading. Everything would change after that conversation.Everything. And she needed this ... at leastonenight with him, with the man she loved beyond reason, even after all that had happened, even after the years that had gone between them without a word. “Please ... not now.”
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His breath had trappedin his throat when he saw those scars, several of them, thin and pale, across her softly rounded belly, all faded and years old. Now, as he stared into her eyes, seeing a mix of fear and dread that threatened to wash away the arousal, he called on the driving sense of will that had propelled him forward all these years and leaned in to press his mouth the scars, one, then the other. “Later, then.”
She trembled, one hand moving to the back of his head and the skirt of her dress fell. He caught the gauzy material, tangled his fist in it as he sank lower and lower until he could brush his lips over the curls at the apex of her thighs.
“Travis ... I ... ” Her breaths came out in harsh, choppy pants. “I need to lay down. I’ll fall ... ”
“I’ll catch you.” He braced the hand holding her skirt at the base of her spine and steadied her.
“Your side.”
“Fuck my side,” he muttered, groaning as he dipped his tongue into the heat of her, finally catching a taste. Salty and sweet, all at once and the tang of her hit his senses like a blast of napalm.
Isabel tangled her fingers in his hair and yanked. “Fuck me instead ... after you let me lay down.”
“Fine.” He laughed hoarsely, allowed himself one more taste, then rose, catching her up against him before, nudging her down so she could sit on the bed. “Fine, Bella-mine ... have it your way. You can lay down.” He bit her lower lip, tugged on it before releasing it. Her lids drooped while her eyes went heavy and dark. “But I’m not going to fuck you. I’m going stroke you, tease you, love you until I’m imprinted on every inch of you, every cell.”
He caught the dress’s hem and worked the garment off, draping it over the headboard, because Isabel liked her spaces neat, kept everything ordered and in its place.
That done, he stepped back and just stared.
She shifted, then, with a half-nervous, half-sly smile, she said, “If you’re going to just stare at me, you could at least take that shirt off.”
He did so, far more self-conscious than he’d ever been before, and not just because of the scars on his body. He was fit, even if he was still too lean—he knew that, just as he knew those scars might very well make him more appealing to some women. They bothered Isabel, reminded her of the life he’d chosen when he’d turned his back on her. But it was more than that.
Her breath came out, shuddering and soft, and she licked her lips.
As he knelt, bracing one knee by her hip, she reached out and stroked a hand over his shoulder, down his chest. His heart banged hard against her palm, as if in recognition and he caught her wrist, held it there.
Dipping his head, he claimed her mouth, love and need swamping him.
Isabel curled one leg around his and he groaned into the kiss as damp heat teased him through her panties and the trousers he still wore.
But when she started to rock against him, he gripped her hip and pinned her in place. “Stop or this will be over before it starts. I already feel like I’m going to come just from having you beneath me.”
When she would have tried to wiggle and move again, he pressed down harder with his hips, the movement drawing a cry from her. The sound went straight to his cock, while drawing his sac tight to his body. Fuck ...
He growled and broke away, shoving to his knees and catching her hips. Wresting her higher up onto the bed, he caught the front clasp of her bra and opened it, eyes hot as he watched her breasts spill free. He dipped his head and caught the tip of her nipple between his teeth, taking her other breast in his free hand.
She planted her feet on the bed and shoved her pelvis upward, arching her spine at the same time. “Travis!”
His cock pulsed, pounding in time with his heart.
