He set his Glock on the other bedside table, then slipped out of his clothes before coming to bed, smiling. Judging by how erect he was, he appeared every bit as willing.
Feeling self-conscious, she explained about stripping underneath the covers. “You don’t want to see my appendectomy scar.” She didn’t want him to see the other scars, in truth. She’d managed to hide them with the towel when she had changed in the car after they rescued Franny and her baby. She didn’t want him to see her as anything but as gorgeous as she saw him, and she didn’t want to explain why she had the scars either.
“You’re beautiful,” Allan said simply, and then all sexy six feet of him climbed into her bed.
But then he paused.
“Condoms?” she asked. “In the left bedside table. My ex-boyfriend had some in there.” Too much information, she scolded herself. But Allan was already hard—could a man be built any more perfectly than that?—and ready, and she didn’t want to stop in the middle of the action so she could mention all of that.
“I like a woman who is prepared,” he said, smiling again.
She was glad he didn’t seem to mind.
He was so gloriously good at kissing, and his hands were so gloriously good at touching, she felt she would come undone within a matter of minutes. Her body was so ready for him. The heat flared between them, making her wet and driving her to satisfy this incredible want.
The teasing, the heated looks. All a prelude to this moment.
His kisses were slow and tender and loving, and then they turned passionate and hot and pressuring. She loved his kisses and matched them with just as much heat and enthusiasm, their tongues caressing in a sensuous dance. Her blood was on fire as he rubbed his erection against her, tantalizing her. She slid the palm of her hand over it, molding to him, loving the rigid feel of him. His hands caressed her skin all over, his tongue stroking hers as his hand slid over her breast, his fingers playing with her aroused nipples.
He moved his hand lower, tracing her appendectomy scar with a whisper-soft touch that tickled. He found another scar and then the last, before his fingers continued lower, searching for her nub, then stroking it and coaxing her into climax.
Her skin sizzled with his touch as he nuzzled her cheek and then her neck. He bit playfully at her chin and throat. She was reminded of how primal and intense he seemed at times, but playful and gentle too.
He kept rubbing her bud while kissing her breasts and throat and mouth. She felt the wave building, felt the anticipation climbing, and when the climax hit, she cried out with pleasure. She expected him to enter her then, but he didn’t. He continued to touch her and kiss her like he wanted something more between them. That it wasn’t all just sex.
Or maybe he was unsure whether he should proceed. Whether she would hate herself in the morning. If she would be unhappy with him for taking this too far and hurting their work relationship.
She didn’t want to force him to do anything he didn’t want to do, to regret it if he wasn’t feeling ready for this. She wasn’t used to a man waiting at this juncture. She wondered if he was afraid she was thinking this was forever, which she wasn’t. Really.
Ah hell. She pulled him down for more kissing so he could make up his mind, and they started out nice and slow and began to build the tension, the raw passion between them spiraling upward. The next thing she knew, he was fumbling in the drawer for a condom, pulling it on before she could help.
He went slowly at first, filling her to the max, and then began to thrust. He was so powerful and perfect. She loved every moment as if it were her last with him. Because, for all she knew where Allan was concerned, it could very well be, and she wanted to enjoy it.
*
Allan had never had sex with a woman who was this willing and then stripped naked privately underneath the covers. He wanted to toss them aside and prove to her that he thought she was beautiful and perfect, even if she had a ton of scars.
He loved the way she knew what she wanted and took it, the way she kissed him back just as thoroughly, seeming just as needy as he was. He kept reminding himself as he’d nuzzled her face and kissed her and stroked her that this was a momentary bit of enjoyment between a man and a woman. Nothing permanent.
Now she held him in her wet, warm embrace while he thrust inside her. He kissed her again, then continued to thrust deep inside her. When he came, he felt the intense exhilaration, and then a sense of peace descended over him. He kissed her thoroughly again, and then pulled out and left the bed to dispose of the condom, wash up, and return to her.