She ran her fingers through the back of his hair, her gaze turning thoughtful. “That’s why when you said you liked all of me, it meant more than you can imagine.”
“I meant every word of what I’ve said about you, and us, since coming to my senses. I never knew how great a relationship could be.” He kissed her again, and she wound her arms around him. “Then you weaseled your sweet self into my life.” He brushed his scruff along her cheek and nipped at her earlobe, earning a sexy inhalation. “And slowed me down enough for me to see the errors in my ways.”
Desire pooled in her hazel eyes. “Do that again.”
He fucking loved when she asked for more. He nipped at her earlobe and ran his tongue around the shell of her ear. She had the daintiest ears, and he was surprised to feel that they were slightly pointy, like the pixies he’d painted. In his head he heard her whisper, Another sign.
She pressed down on his lower back.
“Ah, my sexy girl likes that,” he whispered, and sucked her earlobe into his mouth.
She bowed up beneath him, exhaling a long, sensual breath that sent heat slithering down the length of him. He took her hand in his, lacing their fingers together, and held them beside her head.
“I thought about you all night.” He brushed his lips over hers. “How you felt.” He kissed her softly. “How you tasted.” He nipped at her jaw. “Those sexy sounds you made.”
He took her in a long, passionate kiss that quickly turned deep and demanding, and their bodies took over. Their tongues tangled and their hips ground together. His blood rushed south, pulsing hot as lava. He began kissing his way down her neck and pushed open her coat.
“Wait,” she panted out.
He froze. Way to go slow, asshole.
Their eyes connected and held. “It’s my turn,” she said huskily, wiggling out from beneath him. She pushed him onto his back and scrambled over him, straddling his hips. She pushed open his coat, and he made quick work of taking it off. She bit her lower lip, catching a grin, and ran her hands over his chest on top of his shirt. Reflections from the fire joined the heat in her eyes, making her look even sexier. “I’ve been dying to touch you.”
Fuck yes. “Baby, you can touch, taste, or take anything you want.”
He tugged his shirt off without a care about the cold, and her eyes darkened. “You don’t mind if I…explore?”
Holy fuck. “Let Operation Discover Me begin.”
She threw her coat to the ground and pulled the blanket over them. He captured her mouth in a penetrating kiss. She gyrated against his cock. He wanted to roll her beneath him and do a hundred dirty things to her, but that would have to wait. She tore her mouth away, her lips glistening and pink. So damn tempting. She just looked at him hungrily, the air between them sizzling. Then she ran her finger over his lower lip. He licked the tip of it, and when she followed her finger with her tongue, he swore he felt it all over. He grabbed her ass, needing to touch more of her.
“I love your lips,” she said softly. “And I love when you grab me like that.”
She had no idea how much hearing those words coming out of her seductive little mouth turned him on.
She dragged her fingers over his cheek and pressed a kiss there, before scooting lower. She ran her fingers over his pecs, tracing his scars. “How did you get these?”
“Shrapnel from the explosion that cost me my leg.”
“I wish I could have been there to help you heal.”
His heart squeezed. “I’m glad you weren’t. I was an angry mess.”
“Bellamy told me.” She pressed a kiss to his sternum. “That’s why I wish I was there. I could have made it a little easier for you.”
She made him hard with her touch and turn to liquid heat inside with her words. “At the time, I didn’t believe anything could make it easier, but I think you could have.”
He stroked her hair as she traced his many scars with her fingers and kissed each and every one of them. He’d never realized how affection could have such a deep, lasting effect on him, but with her every touch and tender kiss, emotions stacked up inside him. When she dragged her tongue over his nipple, his cock jerked behind his zipper, adding darker emotions to the tender ones. She must have felt it, because she pressed her body harder against his arousal and continued her loving exploration of his battered body. Her delicate hands moved along his skin as she dropped a kiss here and a touch there, whispering as she went, though he couldn’t hear what she was saying. She ran her fingers along his sides, and when she felt a scar, she crawled over his torso and kissed that spot. He’d never felt so undone.
When she’d loved them all, she said, “Twenty-five. Same as my age. Another sign,” and kissed his stomach.
“God, Pix,” he said to the angel looking back at him. “You find a silver lining in everything.”
All of the emotions he was trapping inside broke free, and he hauled her up, crushing his mouth to hers. Desire ravaged him, and he released it all into their connection. They rolled onto their sides, devouring each other’s mouths, groping and grinding, emitting loud, lustful sounds. He was hanging on to his sanity by a thread, but above the lust, above the need and greed clawing at him, was the desire to protect her, and he forced himself to put on the brakes, reluctantly drawing back. “I lose my mind when we’re together,” he said almost angrily.
But like an addict needing his next fix, he couldn’t keep his distance and went back for more. She returned his efforts with wild abandon, grinding against him and moaning so wantonly. He wanted her naked, but there was no way he was going to make her first time be out in the cold in a greedy fit of passion.
He tore his mouth away, gritting out, “Shit. Sorry.” He rolled onto his back and put his forearm over his eyes, trying to douse the flames inside him. “If we don’t stop, I’m liable to strip you naked and take you right here. Fuck. I’m sorry, babe. I’m like an uncaged animal with you, and you couldn’t be sweeter.”
“But I can be dirtier.” She moved down his body, leaving a trail of kisses straight to the button on his jeans, her eyes flicking up to his, a wicked grin curving her lips.
Holy. Hell.
LAST NIGHT GRANT had practically turned Jules inside out, and now that she knew exactly how much pleasure a mouth could bring, she wanted to please him as thoroughly as he’d pleasured her.
“Jules, you don’t have to…”
“I want to.” She licked her lips and blew him a kiss, earning one of those guttural growls that sent shivers of heat rippling through her. After fantasizing about Grant for the last three months and feeling every hard inch of him pressing against her stomach and leg the last two nights, she was not going to be deterred. She worked open his jeans like a pro, despite having never done this before. Jules was a great actress. Surely she could fake her way through this. She’d even googled blow job techniques and practiced with a banana at lunch today. How hard could it be?
She smiled at the pun, but her nerves prickled and burned as she tugged his jeans down. He tensed up and grabbed the waist of his jeans, stopping her from pulling them down farther than his thighs. Their eyes connected, and she realized he didn’t want her to expose his artificial leg. Her heart hurt for him, and she was determined to show him that his leg wasn’t going to change how she felt about him. But she also realized that he was doing what he could to make her feel good and safe when they were together, and she needed to do the same.