life had been pure chaos for the last six months. This was just more of the same.
“Yes, it will.” Gripping her shoulders, he pulled her to her feet. “But first, we need to make sure you don’t get ill.” Before she knew what he planned to do, he caught the hem of her silk pajama top in his hands and whipped it over her head.
“Hey,” she cried as she smacked ineffectually at his hands. He ignored her protests as if she were no more than a bothersome child. Naked from the waist up, she covered her breasts with her hands. He’d already seen them, but that didn’t mean she was going to show him even more.
His eyes only skimmed her breasts before dropping lower. His blue eyes darkened as he skimmed the tips of his fingers over her torso and down her rib cage. A shiver skated down her spine, partially due to cold and partially due to arousal. Shame washed over her at the thought that she could so easily go from making love with one brother to being aroused by another.
Bador didn’t even bother with the knot at the waistband of her pajama pants but snapped the thin string with his hands and pushed the fabric low.
Gasping, Jane caught the fabric before it slipped below her hips. His thumb brushed her hip and she winced. Looking down, she saw a bluish splotch. Bador swore under his breath and quickly checked the other side. Sure enough, she had another bruise on the opposite hip.
“My brother was not as careful with you as he should have been.” There was a thread of anger in his voice and Jane hastened to reassure him.
“He wasn’t rough with me.” Bador looked at her as if he didn’t quite believe her. “Honestly,” she continued, “I didn’t feel it at all. I actually bruise easily.”
Forgetting the fact that it would leave her breasts bare, she brushed the side of his face with her hand. The slight stubble scraped her palm as he turned his head and kissed the center.
“You have been unwell, I think?” He pushed aside the hand still holding onto her pajama pants, and the fabric dropped to her feet.
Jane felt totally self-conscious and tried to cover her body from him. Bador ran his eyes over her body from head to toe. And she feared that he missed nothing. Turning, he walked to the bed, grabbed one of the thick furs that covered the top and came back to her.
Draping the fur over her shoulders, he wrapped it around her before plucking her off her feet and depositing her in front of the crackling fire. The warmth from the fur and the fire was delicious and she edged closer.
Bador sprawled out behind her. The heat from his body was amazing. Without a word, he turned her so that she was cradled in his arms, with her head resting in the crook of his shoulder. Like his brothers, his torso was bare except for the leather vest he wore.
Snuggling against the firm warm pillow of his chest, Jane fought against the exhaustion that threatened to overwhelm her. She had so many questions to ask.
“Sleep,” he crooned as he sifted his fingers through her hair. “I will be here when you awake and I will answer all your questions then.”
As if his promise was all she needed, she felt herself drifting off to sleep. Just before sleep claimed her, she thought she heard him whisper, “And you shall answer mine.” Then there was nothing but darkness as sleep claimed her.
Chapter Six
Bador didn’t know how much time passed as he held Jane cradled close to his heart, but as he gauged the shifting shadows on the wall while the sun moved across the sky, he suspected that the afternoon was almost gone. Her soft breath ruffled the hairs on his chest with each breath she drew. Her hand had started out on his chest but had ended up flat on his stomach. One inch lower and she’d be touching his cock, which was strained to its limits.
Never in his life had he been subjected to sensual torture such as this. Holding Jane in his arms felt right. He knew very little about her, but what he had gleaned so far was
“Yes, it will.” Gripping her shoulders, he pulled her to her feet. “But first, we need to make sure you don’t get ill.” Before she knew what he planned to do, he caught the hem of her silk pajama top in his hands and whipped it over her head.
“Hey,” she cried as she smacked ineffectually at his hands. He ignored her protests as if she were no more than a bothersome child. Naked from the waist up, she covered her breasts with her hands. He’d already seen them, but that didn’t mean she was going to show him even more.
His eyes only skimmed her breasts before dropping lower. His blue eyes darkened as he skimmed the tips of his fingers over her torso and down her rib cage. A shiver skated down her spine, partially due to cold and partially due to arousal. Shame washed over her at the thought that she could so easily go from making love with one brother to being aroused by another.
Bador didn’t even bother with the knot at the waistband of her pajama pants but snapped the thin string with his hands and pushed the fabric low.
Gasping, Jane caught the fabric before it slipped below her hips. His thumb brushed her hip and she winced. Looking down, she saw a bluish splotch. Bador swore under his breath and quickly checked the other side. Sure enough, she had another bruise on the opposite hip.
“My brother was not as careful with you as he should have been.” There was a thread of anger in his voice and Jane hastened to reassure him.
“He wasn’t rough with me.” Bador looked at her as if he didn’t quite believe her. “Honestly,” she continued, “I didn’t feel it at all. I actually bruise easily.”
Forgetting the fact that it would leave her breasts bare, she brushed the side of his face with her hand. The slight stubble scraped her palm as he turned his head and kissed the center.
“You have been unwell, I think?” He pushed aside the hand still holding onto her pajama pants, and the fabric dropped to her feet.
Jane felt totally self-conscious and tried to cover her body from him. Bador ran his eyes over her body from head to toe. And she feared that he missed nothing. Turning, he walked to the bed, grabbed one of the thick furs that covered the top and came back to her.
Draping the fur over her shoulders, he wrapped it around her before plucking her off her feet and depositing her in front of the crackling fire. The warmth from the fur and the fire was delicious and she edged closer.
Bador sprawled out behind her. The heat from his body was amazing. Without a word, he turned her so that she was cradled in his arms, with her head resting in the crook of his shoulder. Like his brothers, his torso was bare except for the leather vest he wore.
Snuggling against the firm warm pillow of his chest, Jane fought against the exhaustion that threatened to overwhelm her. She had so many questions to ask.
“Sleep,” he crooned as he sifted his fingers through her hair. “I will be here when you awake and I will answer all your questions then.”
As if his promise was all she needed, she felt herself drifting off to sleep. Just before sleep claimed her, she thought she heard him whisper, “And you shall answer mine.” Then there was nothing but darkness as sleep claimed her.
Chapter Six
Bador didn’t know how much time passed as he held Jane cradled close to his heart, but as he gauged the shifting shadows on the wall while the sun moved across the sky, he suspected that the afternoon was almost gone. Her soft breath ruffled the hairs on his chest with each breath she drew. Her hand had started out on his chest but had ended up flat on his stomach. One inch lower and she’d be touching his cock, which was strained to its limits.
Never in his life had he been subjected to sensual torture such as this. Holding Jane in his arms felt right. He knew very little about her, but what he had gleaned so far was
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