Now that she lay before him, welcoming him into her bed, all his words deserted him except “Beautiful Addy.” Raining kisses over her face and neck, he slid his hands beneath her sweater. Her skin was a satiny miracle, warm and giving, and her breasts! Cloud-soft, full and heavy, they filled his hands perfectly. He had to taste them.
“Can I take this off?” He tugged at their lace cage.
“If you’ll take your shirt off first.” Eyes glittering, she pulled his shirttails free from his belt. “I want to see you, Kieran.”
And just like that, anxiety stomped on the brakes. Taking off his shirt meant baring his scars, and previous lovers had quailed at the shiny, puckered slashes across his back, spoiling the mood with their squeamishness, pity, and questions. If Addy flinched—
She’s a doctor,he reminded himself.She’s seen worse.
Straddling her, he leaned down and traced the delicate line of her jaw with his forefinger. “Addy, I was burned in the rig fire.”
She nodded slowly. “I’ve seen lots of burns, Kieran. And the aftermath, for those lucky enough to survive.”
Damn it—now who was spoiling the mood?
She reached up and cupped his cheek in her soft palm. “I promise you, no amount of scarring will make me want you less.”
Heart thundering, he watched her slender fingers release the front clasp on her bra. Her glorious breasts spilled out, ripe and inviting.
He reached for them, but she grasped his wrists firmly. “Shirt off.”
“Bossy, aren’t you?” Grinning to cover his fear, he unfastened his buttons and tugged the garment over his head.
With a cock-firing mewl, Addy ran her hands over his furry front as if memorizing the planes and angles of him.
“You’re beautiful,” she whispered and clasped the back of his neck, drawing him down into a deep, searching kiss. Chest to chest, belly to belly, they undulated until he couldn’t endure one second more.
Rearing up, he pinned her wrists above her head. “Here’s what’s going to happen, love.” He reached for the waistband of her jeans. “I’m going to peel this off you, set my poor langer free before it catches fire, and then…” He trailed kisses down her pale throat and over her collar bones before latching onto one puckered, rosy nipple. Addy gasped and bucked beneath him.
“And then?”
He circled her other taut bud with his tongue. “And then, my beautiful doc, I’m going to give you a hundred reasons to return to me.”
Head lolling, she closed her eyes and arched her back.
True to his word, he sloooowly slid her jeans over her smooth legs, kissing and nipping each revealed inch of tender skin. He tongued the backs of her knees, the hollows behind her ankle bones, before rising again until he reached the silky skin of her inner thighs, just below her lace knickers.
Red, he noted. She’d been planning this encounter, and the thought of this woman dressing for him, brushing her dark-chocolate hair until it gleamed, dabbing that spring-fresh scent between her breasts and in the hollow of her throat as she fantasized…
“Addy,” he moaned and kissed her mound through the cloth, then hooked his fingers through the elastic and whisked away the last barrier between her flesh and his hungry mouth.
And oh, the wonder of her, plush and glistening with arousal! He gave her seam one long lick, drawing a gasp from her kiss-stung lips.
“That’s my girl,” he growled and gripped her thighs, forcing them farther apart. “Let me see you, all seashell pink and wet for me.”
She writhed, canting her hips up in a silent plea for more.
“Like that, do you?” He indulged her with a flurry of licks and flicks and deep, sucking kisses. His Addy wasn’t one to keep still—in fact, her wriggling dance brought her to the edge of the mattress with one toned leg dangling.
“Easy now.” Rising to his knees, he grasped her hips and tugged her back to the center of the bed. He cast his gaze on the brass headboard. “Maybe I should tie you up to keep you from falling out of bed.”
Addy’s eyes widened, and—bless her randy heart—she reached above her head and grasped the brass railing.
“Good girl.” Closing his fingers over her slender wrists, he covered her nude body with his half-clothed one and ground his throbbing cock between her splayed thighs.
“Ouch,” she complained. “Your belt buckle.”
“You want me naked, beauty?”
