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He reached up to run his fingertips over her cheek just wanting to touch the velvety softness of her skin.
Her gaze met his, her eyes crinkling at the corners. “You left without saying goodbye.”
Had he? Damn. He’d been out of sorts after their kiss. Hilarious considering the sheer number of women he’d touched in such a fashion.
“I’m sorry, sweetheart. I was worried and in a hurry.”
“I was worried,” she corrected. “What if you’d been hurt and—” She stopped, holding a hand over her mouth.
He looped his arms about her waist, drawing her close and resting his head on her chest, which was in and of itself delightful. Her arms wrapped about his head and she dropped her cheek against his hair. “I’m sorry I worried you. I wanted to get answers and keep my promises to you.”
Her breath caught, he felt it against his ear, the way her lungs hitched. “I’m know you’re taking care of my problems for my brother and that’s why you didn’t feel the need…”
“I did not ride for two days, racing back here like the hounds of hell were nipping at my heels for Ashton’s benefit.” His hands spread out over her back wanting to touch as much of her as he possibly could. “I was worried about you.”
Her lips parted, her gaze locked on his. And then, because he couldn’t help himself, he leaned up, taking her lips with his.
The kiss was just a light brush, a small taste, but it wasn’t enough. Not even close.
He kissed her again and then a third time, each one deeper than the last, more intimate until their mouths were pressed together so that they shared the same air.
He didn’t want to stop. And if he was being honest, this desire was part of what had driven him so hard to return to her side. He didn’t feel right unless he was touching her.
“I should bandage your arm,” she murmured against his lips.
“My arm is fine,” he replied before he began to kiss her again, pulling her down into his lap so that his hard shaft pushed into her backside. “It’s my lips that need tending.”
That made her laugh, a little giggle that pushed past his lip into his mouth.
He wanted more of her and so, slanting her lips open, he slid his tongue past her lips to really taste her.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Need pulsed through Emily in delicious waves.
Oh, how she’d missed him. The heat of his skin, the feel of his body, the strong cords of his muscles wrapped about her.
He slid a hand up her back, tangling into her hair and unlodging several pins as her tresses fell down her back.
Their mouths and tongues tangled until she could hardly breathe with the want that pulsed through her, and only then did he slide his hand down her neck and over her chest, settling over her breast. He held it in his palm, lightly massaging the flesh and fanning the flames of her desire.
When he moved his hand to her other breast, she arched into the touch, wanting more of everything.
His lips kissed over her jaw and down her neck, following the neckline of her dress, his tongue tasting her skin in the most delicious way. She was so lost, she hardly noticed his hand sliding down her side, following the swell of her hip, and down her leg until it reached the hem of her skirts.
He flipped up the edge, his fingers circling her slender ankle for a moment before his hand skimmed over her stockinged calf.
Her breath caught, the sensation coursing through her, enough to drown her as he made his way up her knee and to the ribbon that held her stocking in place.
Would he stop or would his hand move higher, up her thigh and to her… she gasped to think of him touching her in the most intimate of places.
“Jacob,” a voice barked from the hall, deep and angry.
Jacob straightened up, removing his hand from her skirts and pulling the hem over her calf. “Nick.”
“I’d like a word.”
Despite his wounded arm, he rose up with her in his arms and then lightly set her on her feet. “I’ll be right back,” he whispered and then started for the door, still shirtless.
