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What’s wrong?”
In a second he was at her side. He dropped the silverware and napkins on the table and caught up her hands, bringing them closer to see if she’d hurt herself in some way.
She shook her head urgently, another tear trekking down her cheek.
With one finger, he traced the wet trail down her skin.
“Nathan, your hands,” she whispered, staring at the hand that still held her own.
Instantly, he clutched her fingers tighter.
“You’re holding things, you’re gripping things. In fact, you’ve got my hand so tightly that I think my own fingers might break.”
She was smiling like a rainbow turned upside down, and he realized that she was right. He loosened his grip immediately, but he didn’t let go.
Instead he smiled back. “Did I hurt you?”
Faith shook her head. “Not really. Nathan, this is wonderful. I’ve been watching your progress for days now, and you do grip things, but only when you’re concentrating, only with great effort. This is different. You did this without thinking.”
She was right. He’d been doing his damnedest not to think, to get her out of his mind. And now she was staring at him as if he were a gladiator, or a knight. As if he’d held hostile armies at bay for her instead of picking up a fork.
For the first time in ages, Nathan felt like a man, one who was going to be whole, physically at least. He’d said he hadn’t wanted it, that he didn’t care, and he hadn’t. Not then. But now exhilaration poured through his body. It ran through his veins like warm, healing water.
“Thank you, Faith,” he said.
And without thought, he moved closer, slid his palms beneath her hair, and brought his lips to hers.
She was so small that he had to bend slightly to reach her lips, and that, too, was enough to make him feel large and powerful and protective.
Slowly he brushed his lips back and forth across her own, savoring the feel of her, this newborn sense of wholeness.
Faith moved closer. She placed her hands on his shoulders. Her mouth moved against his.
A groan escaped Nathan and he gathered her closer, lifting her off the ground and into his arms. The sensation of her breasts crushed against his chest made him want to sink into her, lay her down here and now and undress her, kissing his way down her throat, down her belly.
His head was spinning. Her lips were like damp rose petals, soft and pliant. Heady stuff. He wanted her now, her hips naked beneath him on crisp, tangled sheets. He wanted her willing and wanton, her long slender legs parting in invitation.
He nudged open her lips, raked her tongue with his own, sipping at her, losing himself in her. Sweet release.
“Faith, you’re so warm, so giving. The feel of you—I want to—” His own words sounded in his head.
Faith’s moan, her body moving against his stopped Nathan cold.
What in hell did he think he was doing? He had seen the tears on her face. He knew that this was an emotional moment for her, for both of them. They’d both worked too damn hard and had too much pent-up emotion.
He shouldn’t even be touching this woman, much less contemplating the things he’d been thinking of only seconds earlier.
“Faith,” he groaned, his arms iron bands that pushed her away from him. “God, I’m sorry,” he said, stepping back and turning away. “I’m so damn sorry.”
Long seconds of silence stretched out, but he didn’t turn to look at her. He couldn’t stand to see the disgust written on her face or to think of his own betrayal. He wanted her more than he could remember wanting, or needing in years. Many years, not just the last two. The thought made him sick. Joanna had deserved better. And Faith...
“Don’t worry,” she said faintly, at last.
Her words finally made him turn to her. She sounded so small, so lost.
Her hair was falling around her face in soft, wanton waves that kissed her cheeks as she shook her head.
Nathan closed his eyes.
“Don’t worry, Nathan. It’s
In a second he was at her side. He dropped the silverware and napkins on the table and caught up her hands, bringing them closer to see if she’d hurt herself in some way.
She shook her head urgently, another tear trekking down her cheek.
With one finger, he traced the wet trail down her skin.
“Nathan, your hands,” she whispered, staring at the hand that still held her own.
Instantly, he clutched her fingers tighter.
“You’re holding things, you’re gripping things. In fact, you’ve got my hand so tightly that I think my own fingers might break.”
She was smiling like a rainbow turned upside down, and he realized that she was right. He loosened his grip immediately, but he didn’t let go.
Instead he smiled back. “Did I hurt you?”
Faith shook her head. “Not really. Nathan, this is wonderful. I’ve been watching your progress for days now, and you do grip things, but only when you’re concentrating, only with great effort. This is different. You did this without thinking.”
She was right. He’d been doing his damnedest not to think, to get her out of his mind. And now she was staring at him as if he were a gladiator, or a knight. As if he’d held hostile armies at bay for her instead of picking up a fork.
For the first time in ages, Nathan felt like a man, one who was going to be whole, physically at least. He’d said he hadn’t wanted it, that he didn’t care, and he hadn’t. Not then. But now exhilaration poured through his body. It ran through his veins like warm, healing water.
“Thank you, Faith,” he said.
And without thought, he moved closer, slid his palms beneath her hair, and brought his lips to hers.
She was so small that he had to bend slightly to reach her lips, and that, too, was enough to make him feel large and powerful and protective.
Slowly he brushed his lips back and forth across her own, savoring the feel of her, this newborn sense of wholeness.
Faith moved closer. She placed her hands on his shoulders. Her mouth moved against his.
A groan escaped Nathan and he gathered her closer, lifting her off the ground and into his arms. The sensation of her breasts crushed against his chest made him want to sink into her, lay her down here and now and undress her, kissing his way down her throat, down her belly.
His head was spinning. Her lips were like damp rose petals, soft and pliant. Heady stuff. He wanted her now, her hips naked beneath him on crisp, tangled sheets. He wanted her willing and wanton, her long slender legs parting in invitation.
He nudged open her lips, raked her tongue with his own, sipping at her, losing himself in her. Sweet release.
“Faith, you’re so warm, so giving. The feel of you—I want to—” His own words sounded in his head.
Faith’s moan, her body moving against his stopped Nathan cold.
What in hell did he think he was doing? He had seen the tears on her face. He knew that this was an emotional moment for her, for both of them. They’d both worked too damn hard and had too much pent-up emotion.
He shouldn’t even be touching this woman, much less contemplating the things he’d been thinking of only seconds earlier.
“Faith,” he groaned, his arms iron bands that pushed her away from him. “God, I’m sorry,” he said, stepping back and turning away. “I’m so damn sorry.”
Long seconds of silence stretched out, but he didn’t turn to look at her. He couldn’t stand to see the disgust written on her face or to think of his own betrayal. He wanted her more than he could remember wanting, or needing in years. Many years, not just the last two. The thought made him sick. Joanna had deserved better. And Faith...
“Don’t worry,” she said faintly, at last.
Her words finally made him turn to her. She sounded so small, so lost.
Her hair was falling around her face in soft, wanton waves that kissed her cheeks as she shook her head.
Nathan closed his eyes.
“Don’t worry, Nathan. It’s
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