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finger under her chin. “Then what is it?”
“I have something to tell you.” She met his gaze, wondering what his reaction would be.
“Okay.” He studied her face. “Don’t tell me you have a boyfriend or husband somewhere waiting for you.”
She shook her head. “No, definitely not.”
“Good.” He gave her a gentle smile. “Then what is it you have to tell me that’s holding you back from kissing me?”
“I—” She took a deep breath then let it out. “I had a double mastectomy six months ago.” Her stomach twisted as she said the words, not knowing what to expect from him.
“I’m sorry, sweetheart.” He guided her to the bed and they sat down on the edge of it. “Did they get it all?”
“They say the cancer is completely gone.” She nodded. “That doesn’t mean it can’t come back. You never know with this disease if it will show up in the future. But right now the prognosis is good.”
He put his arm around her shoulder and kissed her forehead. “I’m so sorry you had to go through that.”
“I had to have radiation treatments so I haven’t been able to have reconstructive surgery yet,” she said. “Next summer, when school is out, I’ll have the procedure done. By then I’ll have enough money saved.”
He stroked her hair. “You didn’t lose your hair from the radiation treatments?”
“Not really.” She shook her head. “It was a lot thicker than it is now, but I was lucky because I didn’t lose much of it.”
“Even if you did lose it all, you’d still be sexy to me,” he said with a little smile. “So, backing up a little. As far as kissing me, that’s a problem, because…?”
Her lips parted. “I don’t have my breasts anymore.”
He raised his eyebrows. “I don’t care what you do or don’t have. All I know is that I have gotten to know you and what I care about is you, whether you think you have all you need to have or not.” He gave a teasing smile. “Unless you have male parts. Then we might have a problem.”
“Doesn’t it bother you that there’s always the possibility it might come back?” She swallowed.
“I can’t think that way.” He shook his head. “I think positive. You are fine. It’s the only way I can think.”
A feeling of disbelief knocked at the back of her mind, but then the thought that this is who Wyatt was. A good man who didn’t care about appearances, who didn’t have reservations about the cancer possibly coming back. A man who cared about her .
Happiness like she’d never felt before went through her. She could tell by the look in his eyes and the tone of his voice that he truly didn’t care.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down to kiss her. This time he followed her lead and his kiss wasn’t so gentle. They both were demanding, needing each other in so many ways.
He drew back and she saw his chest rise and fall, his eyes dark with passion. “Unless you want to end prone in this bed, we’re going to have to stop.”
In answer she brought her mouth to his. She wanted him so badly she could barely see straight.
He drew away, his look pained. “Hold that thought.” He went to the door and slid a wooden bar to lock it. He returned to her and brought her to her feet. He kissed her hard again, grabbing her ass and rubbing his erect cock against her belly. The feel of his arousal caused an ache between her thighs.
She moved her hands to his shirt and he pulled it out of his jeans as she started to unbutton it, her fingers brushing his skin as she worked her way down. She pushed it over his arms and she spread her fingers over the expanse of his chest and through the light sprinkling of hair. His skin was warm and tight, his muscles rippling beneath her touch.
He seemed to understand her need to control the moment. “Boots,” she said.
With a smile that smoldered with sensuality, he toed off his boots and kicked them aside then pulled off his socks. She ditched her own shoes and
“I have something to tell you.” She met his gaze, wondering what his reaction would be.
“Okay.” He studied her face. “Don’t tell me you have a boyfriend or husband somewhere waiting for you.”
She shook her head. “No, definitely not.”
“Good.” He gave her a gentle smile. “Then what is it you have to tell me that’s holding you back from kissing me?”
“I—” She took a deep breath then let it out. “I had a double mastectomy six months ago.” Her stomach twisted as she said the words, not knowing what to expect from him.
“I’m sorry, sweetheart.” He guided her to the bed and they sat down on the edge of it. “Did they get it all?”
“They say the cancer is completely gone.” She nodded. “That doesn’t mean it can’t come back. You never know with this disease if it will show up in the future. But right now the prognosis is good.”
He put his arm around her shoulder and kissed her forehead. “I’m so sorry you had to go through that.”
“I had to have radiation treatments so I haven’t been able to have reconstructive surgery yet,” she said. “Next summer, when school is out, I’ll have the procedure done. By then I’ll have enough money saved.”
He stroked her hair. “You didn’t lose your hair from the radiation treatments?”
“Not really.” She shook her head. “It was a lot thicker than it is now, but I was lucky because I didn’t lose much of it.”
“Even if you did lose it all, you’d still be sexy to me,” he said with a little smile. “So, backing up a little. As far as kissing me, that’s a problem, because…?”
Her lips parted. “I don’t have my breasts anymore.”
He raised his eyebrows. “I don’t care what you do or don’t have. All I know is that I have gotten to know you and what I care about is you, whether you think you have all you need to have or not.” He gave a teasing smile. “Unless you have male parts. Then we might have a problem.”
“Doesn’t it bother you that there’s always the possibility it might come back?” She swallowed.
“I can’t think that way.” He shook his head. “I think positive. You are fine. It’s the only way I can think.”
A feeling of disbelief knocked at the back of her mind, but then the thought that this is who Wyatt was. A good man who didn’t care about appearances, who didn’t have reservations about the cancer possibly coming back. A man who cared about her .
Happiness like she’d never felt before went through her. She could tell by the look in his eyes and the tone of his voice that he truly didn’t care.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down to kiss her. This time he followed her lead and his kiss wasn’t so gentle. They both were demanding, needing each other in so many ways.
He drew back and she saw his chest rise and fall, his eyes dark with passion. “Unless you want to end prone in this bed, we’re going to have to stop.”
In answer she brought her mouth to his. She wanted him so badly she could barely see straight.
He drew away, his look pained. “Hold that thought.” He went to the door and slid a wooden bar to lock it. He returned to her and brought her to her feet. He kissed her hard again, grabbing her ass and rubbing his erect cock against her belly. The feel of his arousal caused an ache between her thighs.
She moved her hands to his shirt and he pulled it out of his jeans as she started to unbutton it, her fingers brushing his skin as she worked her way down. She pushed it over his arms and she spread her fingers over the expanse of his chest and through the light sprinkling of hair. His skin was warm and tight, his muscles rippling beneath her touch.
He seemed to understand her need to control the moment. “Boots,” she said.
With a smile that smoldered with sensuality, he toed off his boots and kicked them aside then pulled off his socks. She ditched her own shoes and
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