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Slowly, she reached out, laid a hand on the most prominent scar. At his sharp intake of breath, she snatched her hand back.
“Did I hurt you?”
“No.” Not even close. Feeling her touch had been...wonderful. A deep part of him wanted to beg for her to touch him, just once more. “No one other than the doctors and nurses have touched me there since the accident.”
She reached out again. He held his breath, only releasing it on a harsh exhale when her fingers trailed down over the scar.
“Griffith...”
He tensed. “Yes?”
“I want you.”
He kissed her. Raw, sensual, commanding, yet vulnerable, he took everything she offered and demanded more. She gave and gave as his hands roamed over her body, cupped her hips and pulled her tight against his hardness, caressed her breasts until her nipples puckered once more beneath his touch.
Her bare breasts grazed his chest, nearly drove him insane as the light touch stoked him hotter, higher than he’d ever been with a woman.
Then her nimble fingers settled on the waistband of his pants. His eyes flew open and he captured her hands in his.
“But I—”
He kissed her, a deep kiss that coaxed a response with strong, sure strokes of his tongue, which she answered with excited passion.
“If you take my pants off, I may not make it to the bed.”
Delight filled her face, giving him another glimpse of the dreamer she’d suppressed for so long.
“You want me that much?”
“More.”
He kissed her again, edged her back toward the bed until her knees hit the mattress and she tumbled back.
“Damn it. I don’t have a condom.”
“I’m on the pill.” At his arched brow, she frowned. “I planned on having sex one day. I wanted to be prepared.”
He chuckled. “And I’ve never been happier to hear that. I haven’t been with anyone since the accident.”
“And I haven’t been with anyone. Ever,” she added with a naughty grin.
His smile disappeared as he looked at her again, his eyes lingering on every inch of her body.
“Show me.”
“What?”
“Show me,” he repeated in a voice raspy with need, “how you were touching yourself.”
She watched him for a long moment, her beautiful breasts rising and falling, her lips parted.
One hand moved. Fingers trailed over her face, down the curve of her neck to her breasts. When she cupped herself, uttered a soft gasp as she tugged on the hardened peaks, he nearly lost it. He was so hard it hurt.
Then her hand slid lower. He widened his stance, imagined chains wrapped around his ankles keeping him anchored to the floor so that he didn’t interrupt this, didn’t stop one of the most arousing and beautiful things he’d ever seen. To see a woman like Rosalind, tenacious and intelligent and yet so innocent, take charge of her pleasure entranced him more than he had ever thought possible.
His breath caught in his chest. Desire tightened, squeezed the air from his lungs as her fingers slid into the dark hair at the top of her thighs. Her eyes drifted shut as she touched herself. Her hips moved, her legs shifting restlessly as her breathing grew heavy. He curled his hands into fists even as he moved forward, using his own legs to gently nudge hers apart where they draped over the edge of the bed. Imagined himself sliding into that slick, wet heat. Hearing his name on her lips when he took her for the first time.
Not yet. Soon, just not yet.
