Frustrated, he tore his mouth away. “Fuck.”
Her eyes flew open. “What’s wrong? Did I do something?”
“No, Jules, you couldn’t be more perfect. It’s my fucking leg.” He gazed into her trusting eyes, pissed off that he wasn’t in full control of his body. “It’s like a sick joke. I was part of an elite team of warriors, and now I can’t even make out with my girlfriend on a couch.”
“I think you’re doing a darn good job of it.”
He laughed and dipped his head beside hers, thankful for her enthusiasm, but the levity quickly left him because he knew the truth. He sat up, feeling like shit, and she rose with him.
“No, I’m not. I care about you, and I want to show you how much.” He looked at her, hating what he had to admit, but there was no holding it back. “But I haven’t been with a woman since well before my last mission, and I haven’t figured out the mechanics of this situation with my prosthesis yet. I haven’t even wanted to until you.”
She put her hand over his and said, “Then we’ll figure it out together.”
And just like that he fell a little harder for her.
“Christ, this is embarrassing,” he admitted. “I’d carry your gorgeous ass into the bedroom so we’d have room to spread out, but I don’t want you to think I’m pressuring you or it’s a ploy to get you to have sex.”
Her eyes lit up. “Do that! I promise I won’t think you’re pressuring me or expect more.”
“Yeah?”
She made an X over her heart, nodding excitedly. He laughed as they pushed to their feet, and she reached for his hand.
“Hell no, gorgeous. I’ve got to show you I’m still a man.” He swept her into his arms, guiding her legs around his waist, and her eyes glittered with heat.
“You were just on top of me. I know just how much of a man you are.”
Their mouths crashed together as he carried her down the hall. Her bedroom was dark, save for a spray of moonlight spilling in through the open curtains. Just being in her bedroom, knowing she trusted him so completely, made him want to protect her with everything he had and worship her so exquisitely, she’d never regret her decision.
He yanked the fluffy comforter to the bottom of the bed and lowered them to the mattress, feeling far more in control of his movements with the stability of the bed beneath him. He sank deeper into the kiss, running his hands down her supple curves, earning mewls and moans. “I love the sounds you make,” he said against her lips.
She whimpered and pulled his mouth back to hers. So fucking sexy.
He intensified the kiss, getting so lost in her, everything else disappeared, including thoughts of his leg. He rained kisses down her neck and lifted her sweater. “I promise not to go too far, but I need to see you, beautiful. This has to go.”
She rose off the mattress so he could strip it off and said, “Yours, too.”
He fucking loved that. He reached behind his back and tugged off his shirt. Her bra came next, and he captured her mouth in another penetrating kiss, taking them both down to the mattress. That first skin-to-skin contact sent electric currents searing through his core.
“You feel so good, Pix.” He rained kisses along her jaw, down her neck, and across her shoulder, nipping at her tender skin. “So soft and beautiful.” He kissed along her breastbone, earning little gasps and sexy moans. He slicked his tongue over the dip at the center of her collarbone and noticed a small scar just to the left. He pressed a kiss to it. “What happened?”
“That’s where my chemo port was.”
He ached at that and pressed several kisses over and around her scar, giving it extra love, and then he continued his oral exploration down to her breast, cherishing every inch of her silky skin. He dragged his tongue around one nipple, palming her other breast and teasing her with his fingers. He sucked her nipple against the roof of his mouth, and she writhed beneath him, her fingernails digging into his shoulders.
“Harder,” she pleaded.
Her neediness caused a painful throb behind his zipper. He sucked harder, rocking his cock against her leg. He slid his other hand down her belly, tugging up her skirt, his eyes meeting hers for approval. She bit her lower lip and nodded. He cupped her sex, the feel of her damp panties against his palm tearing a hungry groan from somewhere deep inside him. He sucked harder, teasing her through the thin material, until she begged for more. Only then did he push his hand into her panties.
“Yes,” she said breathily, arching her back against his mouth as he devoured her breast.
He pushed his fingers into her tight heat, and another groan fell from his lips. He sucked harder, fucking her with his fingers, using his thumb on her clit, until she was panting and moaning, rocking her hips to his efforts and driving him out of his mind.
“Come for me.” He blew onto her wet nipple, teasing it with his tongue, earning a stream of needy sounds. When he grazed his teeth over the peak, her hips shot off the mattress.
“Do that again,” she begged.
He used his teeth and tongue, quickening his efforts down below, and felt her inner muscles tightening around his fingers.
“Ohgod…Grant!”
She fisted her hands in his hair, bowing off the mattress and crying out as her orgasm crashed over her. Her slick heat pulsed around his fingers. Every stroke over that sweet spot earned a sharp gasp or a sexy moan, until she collapsed, panting and limp, beneath him.
“Ohmygod.” She breathed heavily. “Holy cow. That was…”
“Nothing compared to how I’m about to make you feel.”
Her eyes widened.
“I want my mouth on you, baby.”
“Yesyesyes.” She pushed at his shoulders, her reaction causing his throbbing cock to ache.
He trailed kisses down her stomach, running his hands along her waist, wanting to memorize every dip and curve of her beautiful body. He lavished her with openmouthed kisses just above the waist of her skirt, loving the way she quivered beneath his mouth. He reached beneath her skirt with both hands and hooked his fingers into the sides of her panties. Their eyes connected, and he searched hers for hesitation, but the flames glowing back at him and the lifting of her hips gave him the permission he sought.
As he dragged her sexy black panties down her legs, she said, “My boots.”
“Are sexy as fuck. We’re leaving them on.”
Her eyes widened and just as quickly turned sultry, and a devilish grin appeared. “I think I like you even more now.”
He grinned as he tossed her panties on the floor and ran his hands along her thighs, pushing her skirt farther up. She looked absolutely stunning with her hair spread over the pillow, her beautiful breasts heaving, her skirt bunched around her waist, revealing a neatly trimmed tuft of curls above the very heart of her.
“Gorgeous,” he whispered, and spread his hands on her legs as he lowered his mouth to her inner thigh, inhaling the intoxicating scent of her arousal. He dragged his tongue all the way up to the crease beside her sex and sealed his mouth over it, sucking gently.
Her hips rose off the mattress. “Holy cow,” she panted out, squirming beneath him.
“Too hard?”
“No. So good.”
He teased her with his tongue along that sensitive crease, then pressed a kiss to the neatly trimmed tuft of curls. The first slick of his tongue sent shocks of heat to his groin, her sweet essence becoming part of him. She made a breathy, needy sound that he wanted to hear more of. He teased and tasted, licked and sucked, until she was writhing, her hands fisted in the sheets. He sealed his mouth over her sex, feasting and fucking her with his tongue, then moving higher, to the tantalizing bud of nerves that made her cry out with pleasure. She grabbed his hair, her spike heels digging into the mattress.