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How cruel is that? The first man that’s even so much as heated my hooha up in years and it has to be him. The tall, chiseled, scalpel-wielding, protective man who threatens my foundation like a 9 on the Richter Scale.
He tips his chin. “Does the offer still stand?”
“For?”
“Kissing you again.”
A little choked rumble vibrates my throat. “Now who’s being forward?”
“I think we both are.”
My mouth drops open. Holy smokes. “Did you use the medicine?”
He laughs before his voice drops low. “No. None needed.”
Cool air stirs my skin. A sudden reminder that I’m standing here, naked except for my sling, having a conversation that I feel less and less control of.
I cross my one arm over my breasts.
His voice is so husky. So sexy. “Don’t cover yourself. I want to look at you.”
The air crackles between us as my pulse throbs between my legs. His eyes slide right down there…
The steady rise and fall of his chest increases. The air in the room heats up by a solid ten degrees.
Dropping my arm slowly back down to my side, I watch his expression turn hungrier.
I had no idea that eyes could convey pure carnal need with such force.
He takes another step toward me. Big and strong and one hundred percent virile male. When he speaks, the pitch of his rough, masculine words makes cells deep inside my body sing. “I told Andre I wasn’t going to fuck you.”
That makes me laugh hard enough that my nipples bounce. “You did?”
He nods once, “I’m pretty sure I lied.”
Oh lord. The man is dark, delicious trouble. I shiver as the air stirs around my bare skin. He reaches for me slowly. “May I?”
Breathless, I nod. Apparently, my sensibility isn’t the only thing Scotch steals.
I’ve felt the man’s hands a dozen times before. Yet, this is sooo different. Like he’s letting himself really touch me.
Never before has a jolt of heat shot from his fingertips straight to my womb. I fight the urge to press my legs together as a shiver races up my spine.
Gently, he traces the tip of his broad rough finger over the mound of my breast. The skin tingles beneath the pressure. His voice drops husky and low. “I’m about to break all the rules.”
“Something tells me you’ve never been one to follow them.”
“What gives you that idea?” He slowly glides that finger around my nipple, carefully avoiding the most sensitive bud.
I shrug my good shoulder. “A hunch. Like seeing like.”
A long, slow breath passes between his lips as his eyes rise to mine. Deep brown pools of pure heat that swallow me whole. “I want you.”
Before I even think, I’m proving my insanity and my need to take back my hold on feeling alive. “Then take me.” I grab a fistful of his shirt.
He sucks in a breath through his nose. “Careful, beautiful. I’m unlike any loaded weapon you’ve handled.”
Leaning into his hand, I murmur, “I’m not afraid of you.”
