Fawn returned those kisses with the same passion, lips tasting, teeth biting, her tongue a hot caress against Declan’s as he plundered the burning inferno of her mouth.
But it all came to an abrupt and painful end the moment Declan placed his hands on both her bottom cheeks and tried to lift her off the ground to bring her closer still.
“Fuck!” He reared back as intense pain shot down his back.
“Oh dear God,” Fawn gasped, staring at him in horror as she pulled out of his arms. “What am I doing?” Her hands lifted to cradle either side of her face as she stared at him with self-recrimination in her face. “You’re my patient, and you’re still recovering from two gunshot wounds. What I just did was so unprofessional?—”
“Calm down,” Declan interrupted once he had caught his breath enough to be able to speak. “You might have initiated the kiss?—”
“Exactly!”
“But I immediately kissed you back.” He would have done more than kiss her if the pain in his back hadn’t reminded him he was a forty-three-year-old man who no longer bounced back as quickly from injuries he’d received. “Not because you kissed me,” he continued, “but because it’s something I’ve wanted to do since the moment I first met you and looked into your teasing amber eyes.”
She stilled. “It is…?”
“Yeah,” he admitted self-derisively. “But I’m also aware that I’m what? Nineteen years older than you?—”
“Age is just a number.”
“That it is,” he allowed. “But translate that number to years and experience, and it’s also a lot of my life when you weren’t even alive. I think it’s time we both went to bed, don’tyou? Separately,” he added so that she didn’t misinterpret his comment to mean something else.
“I— Yes. You— I—” She closed her eyes as she shook her head. “You go through now. I’ll just make sure that the kitchen is tidy before I go to my bedroom.”
Declan looked at her searchingly for several long seconds. The bright color in her cheeks and the darkness of her eyes told him that she was still mortified by what she had initiated. “Fawn.” He waited until she looked up at him from beneath long lashes. “If I didn’t hurt like hell, because I’m an old man and need some more painkillers, the two of us wouldn’t be standing here having this conversation.”
She swallowed. “What would we be doing?”
“We would both be lying naked in my bed as I made love to you until you passed out from all the orgasms I’d give you.”
Fawn gave a choked laugh. “Modest much?” she finally managed to taunt.
He shrugged. “I prefer to think of it as being truthful.”
Fawn knew,from the steadiness of Declan’s gaze, that he meant every word he said.
Even the thought of Declan making love to her, giving her orgasms,lots of orgasms, was enough to send a thrill of pleasure coursing through her body.
Her previous boyfriends had been the same age as her, with little experience or inclination to ensure that the women in their bed experienced the same release they did.
Fawn knew instinctively that Declan wouldn’t be that sort of selfish lover. That he would want the woman in his arms to experience the gamut of physical pleasure before he even thought about his own release. “I’ll bring your pain meds through to your bedroom in a moment.”
He looked as if he would like to return to their previous conversation, but instead, he nodded abruptly. “Just leave them on the bedside table.”
“Where will you be?”
“In the bathroom taking care of this problem.” He glanced down pointedly at the huge bulge at the front of his jeans.
Her cheeks burned merely from thinking about Declan, alone in his en suite bathroom, “taking care of” his engorged cock. “Do you want me to?—”
“No!”
“Okay.” She nodded. “Can I trust you to take your meds?”
His jaw tightened. “I believe we just established that I’m far from being a child, let alone one who needs to be watched twenty-four-seven to make sure I take a couple of bloody pills.”
“So we did,” she acknowledged lightly.
He nodded. “Don’t forget, you aren’t to leave the apartment for any reason. And I do mean, any reason,” he added darkly.
