Well, that was easy enough, and probably spoke volumes on how dog tired he was. Knowing he was watching, she tugged her shirt over her head, and he growled his appreciation. She didn’t try to cover her scar anymore, not from him. Lance had seen every inch of her body and had never made it a secret he loved what he saw. It gave her power. Strength. And she believed she was as desirable now as she was before she’d been inflicted with it.
Reaching behind her, she unclasped her bra then tossed it onto the ground.
He groaned. “Do you have any idea how much I love your breasts?”
She did. Among other parts of her body.
After she unbuttoned her jeans and slid them off along with her panties, she climbed up beside him. Biting her lip, she eyed the body before her. Even bruised, the man was magnificent, and she wasn’t sure where she wanted to start. Everything called to her—his lips, his neck and shoulders, the hot-as-hell tatted arm, his abs, and the impressive cock, standing proud.
As much as she wanted to close her mouth around the rigid flesh, she decided to focus on the top half of him first. She leaned over him and her nipples grazed the fine hairs on his chest. Everything about this man was an aphrodisiac. She pressed her mouth to his in a slow, sensual meeting of the lips. He sighed into her mouth, causing her to smile.
She loved that he was just as affected by her as she was by him.
Working her way down, she kissed, licked, and caressed his body. She paid special, loving attention to the bruises, brushing her mouth against his skin, and she took encouragement from the soft growl vibrating from his chest. When she finally worked her way down his torso, she took his cock in one hand and closed her lips over the sensitive head.
His fingers immediately threaded into the back of her hair and knotted. At first his hold was light, but with each bob his grip tightened, and she loved the taut feeling. As she gently cupped the twin sacks between his legs, he tugged on her hair, bringing her head up.
“That’s enough, love. Much more and we won’t get to finish this.”
They couldn’t have that, but she couldn’t help feeling just a little feminine satisfaction that she’d brought him that close to the brink.
She reached for the condom he’d placed on the nightstand before he’d taken a shower. After tearing open the wrapper, she slowly rolled it down the long length of him. When Lance reached for her, she wagged her finger.
“I’ll do all the work.”
A wolfish smile curved his lips as he relaxed back against the pillows. “By all means, have your way with me.”
Oh, she planned to.
She straddled his waist, took him in her hand and guided him in. She couldn’t stop a groan as he stretched her full. She took a second to just enjoy the feel of him embedded deep inside of her.
As she began to move on him, he rested his hands on her hips, helping her set a slow, even pace. Her breasts bounced, her scar was visible—and she’d never felt as beautiful as she did with the heated way Lance watched her rock on top of him.
Placing one hand on his shoulder for balance, she moved the other between her legs, never once taking her eyes off this man. His gaze followed her movements then narrowed on the fingers rubbing her clit.
He moved to replace her hand with his, and she slowly shook her head. “Just watch.”
And he did. Intently. The combination of the feel of him inside her, the pressure of her fingers, and the intense heat of his gaze sent her over the edge. She threw her head back on a moan, not holding anything back, knowing that Lance loved watching her come.
“Fuck,” he gritted out between clenched teeth. His grip on her hips tightened, and he bucked up into her hard and fast. The added speed sent her into a second release, and as she fell into another groan inducing orgasm, Lance came with her.
As he slowed his pace, his breathing came out in short, hard puffs. Placing a kiss on his lips, she slowly lifted off him, and curled into his side. He wrapped his arm around her and hugged her close, a soft satisfied sound coming from his relaxed body.
“You okay?” she whispered.
“Never better,” he murmured, then stiffly got up to go to the bathroom.
When he returned, he grunted in pain as he climbed back in bed and spooned up behind her. Within moments, his breathing slowed, and she tilted her head back to look at him. He was out cold. He’d spent what had been left of his energy to be with her. She brushed the tips of her fingers across the cut on his cheekbone. No one should have to go through the torture he was putting himself through. How could she help him?
She had to figure out a way to get him out before his next fight, because the next fight could be the one that completely did him in.
Chapter Ten
A few days later, Lance leaned against the doorway to his kitchen as he watched Kelsey scramble eggs at the stove. The day after he convinced her to stay for a while longer, he’d brought her back to his place. She’d been in awe of the house, in awe of the barn in his backyard that he’d transformed into a gym. It felt good to show her that he did have more than a large debt.