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rewarded by her sharp intake of breath. He liked touching her in all these strange, nonerotic places because she seemed to be constantly surprised and off-balance. Maybe, just maybe, off-balance was exactly what the contained, inexperienced woman needed.
“You have very skinny ankles.”
She tried to pull her leg out of his grasp. “What does that mean?”
“It doesn’t mean anything,” he replied, not loosening his grasp. “I’m just commenting.”
“But when you comment on something, it sounds as though you’re judging it.”
“Ah, Lina, that’s not at all what I’m doing.” He gave her ankle a squeeze, wondering what self-conscious pieces she hid behind her straightforward bravado. “There is nothing about you that I could judge. I’m just learning you.”
Her cheeks flushed pink and he had to tamp down the urge to immediately get to his feet and lay over her on the couch and take her mouth. Take her.
But he was going to be careful and he was going to be gentle because of her admission she was not a particularly experienced woman. So, he wouldn’t push. He wouldn’t take too many liberties. But he would enjoy and he would give her some enjoyment.
He had the sneaking suspicion she could use it as much as he could. She was just as knocked flat by this attraction as he was.
She was wearing skintight jeans all the women who came into the bar lately seemed to wear and he skimmed his fingers over the outline of her calf, up the length of it, then he circled the edge of her kneecap before resting his palms on the tops of her thighs.
Though she was not tall by any means, she had long limbs. Lean and graceful. No, that wasn’t the right word, because Lina wasn’t exactly graceful. But…there was a sort of efficiency about her straightforwardness that gave the illusion of a certain kind of grace. Not elaborate, not delicate, but that didn’t make it any less intriguing. It certainly didn’t make him want to touch her any less. No, all he could do was want more and more and more.
Tentatively, her hands reached out and rested on his shoulders and then she turned them so her palms cupped his neck, and it was her turn to explore as her fingertips followed the path of his jaw, down to the cleft in his chin. She pushed her finger there before dragging it up and tracing the outline of his mouth. Each gentle caress a layer to the urging need that thrummed through him and he was determined to dial back.
He had been with his fair share of women. He wasn’t going to deny that. But none had touched him with her intense and concentrated gentleness. Maybe it was because he never fostered relationships, but he was felled by how much she seemed to take interest in the shape of him. Not just the obvious, but to all parts. His face, his shoulders, just as he’d been interested in her legs and her ankles.
“Would you take off your shirt without reading too much into the request?”
He laughed, not sure whether he wanted to mess with her or immediately give into whatever request she made. In the end, he figured it would be best to go along with whatever she asked. So, he reached behind him and pulled the T-shirt over his head before placing it neatly on the couch cushion next to her.
Again her tongue came out of her mouth and pressed to the corner, but this time she met his gaze as she did it. Then, very purposely, dragged her tongue across her top lip.
When he groaned, she grinned.
“You’re very…fit.”
Again, he laughed. The things she said. He really had heard no one talk like her. “Well, I do work out. It’s kind of part of my job.”
“Obviously, in my medical opinion, that’s very important.”
“What about in your nonmedical opinion?”
She pretended to ponder this. “It works very well in my nonmedical opinion, too.”
“Kiss me, Lina.”
Her eyes widened at his command, but he had done all the instigating and he wanted something from her. Something to be hers. He wasn’t sure how to
“You have very skinny ankles.”
She tried to pull her leg out of his grasp. “What does that mean?”
“It doesn’t mean anything,” he replied, not loosening his grasp. “I’m just commenting.”
“But when you comment on something, it sounds as though you’re judging it.”
“Ah, Lina, that’s not at all what I’m doing.” He gave her ankle a squeeze, wondering what self-conscious pieces she hid behind her straightforward bravado. “There is nothing about you that I could judge. I’m just learning you.”
Her cheeks flushed pink and he had to tamp down the urge to immediately get to his feet and lay over her on the couch and take her mouth. Take her.
But he was going to be careful and he was going to be gentle because of her admission she was not a particularly experienced woman. So, he wouldn’t push. He wouldn’t take too many liberties. But he would enjoy and he would give her some enjoyment.
He had the sneaking suspicion she could use it as much as he could. She was just as knocked flat by this attraction as he was.
She was wearing skintight jeans all the women who came into the bar lately seemed to wear and he skimmed his fingers over the outline of her calf, up the length of it, then he circled the edge of her kneecap before resting his palms on the tops of her thighs.
Though she was not tall by any means, she had long limbs. Lean and graceful. No, that wasn’t the right word, because Lina wasn’t exactly graceful. But…there was a sort of efficiency about her straightforwardness that gave the illusion of a certain kind of grace. Not elaborate, not delicate, but that didn’t make it any less intriguing. It certainly didn’t make him want to touch her any less. No, all he could do was want more and more and more.
Tentatively, her hands reached out and rested on his shoulders and then she turned them so her palms cupped his neck, and it was her turn to explore as her fingertips followed the path of his jaw, down to the cleft in his chin. She pushed her finger there before dragging it up and tracing the outline of his mouth. Each gentle caress a layer to the urging need that thrummed through him and he was determined to dial back.
He had been with his fair share of women. He wasn’t going to deny that. But none had touched him with her intense and concentrated gentleness. Maybe it was because he never fostered relationships, but he was felled by how much she seemed to take interest in the shape of him. Not just the obvious, but to all parts. His face, his shoulders, just as he’d been interested in her legs and her ankles.
“Would you take off your shirt without reading too much into the request?”
He laughed, not sure whether he wanted to mess with her or immediately give into whatever request she made. In the end, he figured it would be best to go along with whatever she asked. So, he reached behind him and pulled the T-shirt over his head before placing it neatly on the couch cushion next to her.
Again her tongue came out of her mouth and pressed to the corner, but this time she met his gaze as she did it. Then, very purposely, dragged her tongue across her top lip.
When he groaned, she grinned.
“You’re very…fit.”
Again, he laughed. The things she said. He really had heard no one talk like her. “Well, I do work out. It’s kind of part of my job.”
“Obviously, in my medical opinion, that’s very important.”
“What about in your nonmedical opinion?”
She pretended to ponder this. “It works very well in my nonmedical opinion, too.”
“Kiss me, Lina.”
Her eyes widened at his command, but he had done all the instigating and he wanted something from her. Something to be hers. He wasn’t sure how to
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