shrugged and grasped a handful of her hair. The slight tug on her scalp made her want to purr. “Yours is prettier.”
“Mmm.” His mouth drew her attention. He smelled like some woodsy cologne and man and her. “Question.”
“Yes.”
“Your scar…”
She was so attuned to his body, she could feel the instant non-sexual tension invaded his muscles. In the same split-second, she changed her mind, shelving the question she was going to ask. The question he was apparently dreading. Hell, it was none of her business where he’d gotten the damn thing.
She could control some impulses. Especially when she might hurt a man who’d shown her nothing but generosity until now.
“Yes?” he bit out, when she didn’t speak.
She cupped his head, her fingers subtly massaging his scalp until he relaxed. Then she closed the distance between them…and licked the scar, from where it started on his lip, following the silvery line across his cheek. The moan he gave was strangled, his body going stiff and hard against her. “I’ve…I’ve been wanting to do this, is all.” Not a lie. She took a step back and swallowed, tasting herself.
Sweet Mary, she was going to have fun tonight.
His chest was working hard, his face set in rigid lines of pained arousal. Poor baby. She hooked her finger in the vee of his shirt and tugged. He was too large for her to move, but he swayed toward her by an infinitesimal degree. “Why don’t we go to my bedroom, and we can see what other favorite things we can discover?”
Though she was entirely naked, and she was certain he liked looking at her body, his eyes didn’t leave hers. “Lead the way.”
She walked ahead of him and mounted the stairs, only a little self-conscious that her bare butt was in his face. They were halfway to the second-floor landing when he gave a rough groan. Large hands wrapped around her hips and halted her.
She shivered when his lips brushed the curve of her ass, only to jump at the nip he gave her. Rana glanced over her shoulder at the dark head below her. “You keep that up and this is going to end right here.”
His finger traced the crease of her buttocks. “I have no desire to end this.” The finger insinuated between her cheeks, gently testing her.
“My bedroom?” She meant it as a statement, but it came out as a squeaky question.
He stroked his hand over her ass, over the spot he had bitten. “Hurry.”
Yes, hurry. The sooner she got him inside her, the sooner she could bang him out of her system and forget him.
She ignored the part of her that laughed in amusement over the thought of her ever being able to forget him.
He’d told her to leave her blinds open, so she’d done just that, eager to eliminate any ambiguity over her welcome. Moonlight streamed in to her bedroom. He didn’t look around at all, his entire focus on her.
She didn’t want to miss a single detail. “Can you hit the light switch by the door?”
He didn’t move right away, but then he shook his head. “I like it like this,” he said quietly.
Ooookay. “But I want to look at you. Especially once you’re naked.”
He took a step toward her. “You’ve already seen me.”
From many, many feet away, while she struggled with a paralyzing sense of shame and guilt.
Another step. She backed up. Not because she wanted to get away, but because it would get her nearer to the bed behind her. “Not up close.”
His gaze dragged over her body, making her sizzle. “There’s enough light.”
“I want more.” She wasn’t arguing for argument’s sake. If this was a one-shot deal, she wanted enough memories to store away. That way she could take them out and cuddle them when she was in her lonely bed.
“I’ll be on top of you and inside you. You’ll be able to see the important things.”
Was he shy? Did he think she wouldn’t like his—?
All coherent thought fled from her brain then, because his hands went to his belt.
Forget the light. She could squint.
“Mmm.” His mouth drew her attention. He smelled like some woodsy cologne and man and her. “Question.”
“Yes.”
“Your scar…”
She was so attuned to his body, she could feel the instant non-sexual tension invaded his muscles. In the same split-second, she changed her mind, shelving the question she was going to ask. The question he was apparently dreading. Hell, it was none of her business where he’d gotten the damn thing.
She could control some impulses. Especially when she might hurt a man who’d shown her nothing but generosity until now.
“Yes?” he bit out, when she didn’t speak.
She cupped his head, her fingers subtly massaging his scalp until he relaxed. Then she closed the distance between them…and licked the scar, from where it started on his lip, following the silvery line across his cheek. The moan he gave was strangled, his body going stiff and hard against her. “I’ve…I’ve been wanting to do this, is all.” Not a lie. She took a step back and swallowed, tasting herself.
Sweet Mary, she was going to have fun tonight.
His chest was working hard, his face set in rigid lines of pained arousal. Poor baby. She hooked her finger in the vee of his shirt and tugged. He was too large for her to move, but he swayed toward her by an infinitesimal degree. “Why don’t we go to my bedroom, and we can see what other favorite things we can discover?”
Though she was entirely naked, and she was certain he liked looking at her body, his eyes didn’t leave hers. “Lead the way.”
She walked ahead of him and mounted the stairs, only a little self-conscious that her bare butt was in his face. They were halfway to the second-floor landing when he gave a rough groan. Large hands wrapped around her hips and halted her.
She shivered when his lips brushed the curve of her ass, only to jump at the nip he gave her. Rana glanced over her shoulder at the dark head below her. “You keep that up and this is going to end right here.”
His finger traced the crease of her buttocks. “I have no desire to end this.” The finger insinuated between her cheeks, gently testing her.
“My bedroom?” She meant it as a statement, but it came out as a squeaky question.
He stroked his hand over her ass, over the spot he had bitten. “Hurry.”
Yes, hurry. The sooner she got him inside her, the sooner she could bang him out of her system and forget him.
She ignored the part of her that laughed in amusement over the thought of her ever being able to forget him.
He’d told her to leave her blinds open, so she’d done just that, eager to eliminate any ambiguity over her welcome. Moonlight streamed in to her bedroom. He didn’t look around at all, his entire focus on her.
She didn’t want to miss a single detail. “Can you hit the light switch by the door?”
He didn’t move right away, but then he shook his head. “I like it like this,” he said quietly.
Ooookay. “But I want to look at you. Especially once you’re naked.”
He took a step toward her. “You’ve already seen me.”
From many, many feet away, while she struggled with a paralyzing sense of shame and guilt.
Another step. She backed up. Not because she wanted to get away, but because it would get her nearer to the bed behind her. “Not up close.”
His gaze dragged over her body, making her sizzle. “There’s enough light.”
“I want more.” She wasn’t arguing for argument’s sake. If this was a one-shot deal, she wanted enough memories to store away. That way she could take them out and cuddle them when she was in her lonely bed.
“I’ll be on top of you and inside you. You’ll be able to see the important things.”
Was he shy? Did he think she wouldn’t like his—?
All coherent thought fled from her brain then, because his hands went to his belt.
Forget the light. She could squint.
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