“I know.”
“You know?”
He put his arm around her shoulders. “Baby, it doesn’t matter what you did. I got under the blanket with you. I kissed you and touched you and talked about getting you wet. Everything that happened was on me.” His voice dropped an octave. “And you felt so fucking good, I forgot all about my leg.”
She glanced at him, her cheeks hot. His sexy talk made her tingle with warmth. It was true that he hadn’t needed much convincing. But they were both responsible for the encounter, not just him. When she’d sucked his thumb into her mouth, she hadn’t been thinking about his injury. She hadn’t been thinking about his career. She’d been thinking about his hard length, deep inside her.
“Did you like it?”
Her jaw dropped. “You couldn’t tell?”
“I want to be sure.”
“Ian,” she said, pressing her lips to his chest. “You were perfect.”
“Perfect?”
“Too big, maybe.”
His eyes narrowed at this claim, as if he suspected her of embellishing. “Really?”
She hid a smile, aware that men liked to boast about their size. He was just right. “What we did, this was a pounding?”
“No. I was trying to be gentle.”
She snuggled in closer, loving him for it. But she didn’t say that, because she’d already caused him enough pain. One night of passion couldn’t change their trajectories. He was going north, to his bright future and challenging career, while she was heading south, back home. Back to her family.
Back to the life she’d never wanted, without him.
