Good Lord, I’m in heaven.His sculpted muscles rippled as he moved, his stomach a washboard of temptation that had her fingers itching so badly totouch.
“I wanted to check on your injuries, and to make sure you don’t need anything before I go to sleep.”
She’d gently refused his assistance since he’d patched her up. Sarah could have seen to herself just fine tonight, but a niggling urge to have his hands on her took away any sense of caution. “Uh, okay.”
Cullen sat on the edge of her bed while she answered, apparently planning on helping her whether she wanted him to or not. Excitement, not fear, pulsed in her veins. He pulled the covers down to her waist and shook his head when she moved.
“No, lie there. I’ll do it.” His voice sounded deeper, huskier.
She nodded. He slowly unbuttoned her flannel top from the bottom to just under her breasts. Pushing the material aside, he ran a hot hand over her ribs and the prickle of a scar bruising her belly.
“Looks good.”
Feels incredible.“Oh, uh, right. It’s healing. No problem.” She could barely speak, so absorbed with the warmth bleeding through his palm. Her breasts felt heavy, and her sex pulsed with a need she’d never before felt, not even with Will.
“How about the other one?”
“Other what?”
He rubbed her belly with a caressing touch, so gentle, yet so erotic it was all she could do not to moan her pleasure.
“Your other wound, the one between your, uh, under the last button.” He licked his lips, the motion drawing her attention to that firm, gorgeous mouth. “Sarah?” he asked, his breathing ragged.
She couldn’t think past the need boiling within her. Her inner raptor flailed wildly, wanting to get as close as possible to Cullen Whitefeather. “I don’t know,” she breathed.
Cullen slid the last button free. Her shirt gaped, but didn’t fall apart until he pushed the sides away, baring her breasts.
“Damn,” he rasped, staring not at the slight line on her skin, but on the aching points of her nipples.
“Cullen,” she whispered.
He ran a knuckle over the fading injury. “Almost healed,” he said, brushing the underside of her breasts. “How does it feel?”
“It aches,” she admitted, meaning her breasts, her body, her desire for this man she didn’t really know, but needed with her last breath.
“Yeah,” he agreed and lowered his head. The feel of his mouth over her breast stunned her. And then he sucked on her nipple, and she lost her will to do anything but feel.
He cupped her other breast, kneading and teasing it until she wanted to scream. All the while, he tormented her nipple with small bites and the generous suction of his talented mouth.
She groaned his name when he left her, only to sigh when he lavished her other breast with the same attention. Squirming to relieve the tension in her body, she still wasn’t prepared when he slid a hand beneath the waist of her pajama bottoms.
“Shh, trust me,” he whispered, leaning up to meet her gaze. His eyes were bright gold, blinding in their intensity.
“I do,” she replied with the truth. Cullen had breached the defenses she’d built. Before she could discern how he’d done so, his magical fingers found their way between her legs, into the very heat of her. “Oh, Cullen.”
“That’s it, sweet. Let go.” He returned his mouth to her breast, no longer gentle, but with greater zeal, pulling the ecstasy from her with each suck of his mouth. He used his thumb on her clitoris and pumped into her with his fingers, finding a curious sensitivity inside her that made her want to burst.
He left her breasts and kissed her mouth. And it wasn’t enough. She wanted to feel him, all of him. Over her, in her. His fingers moved faster, and her arousal skyrocketed.
Moaning into his mouth, she arched higher, scraping her sensitized nipples against his rock-hard chest. He deepened the kiss, stabbing her with his tongue the way his fingers stabbed into her channel. Just when she thought she couldn’t take any more, he ground his thumb against her clit and she came.
Crying out at the sheer pleasure overloading her system, she couldn’t think. Sarah wasn’t aware of Cullen moving until she felt his trembling fingers buttoning her back into her shirt.
“Cullen?” she whispered, wanting to taste him once more.
“Rest easy,” he said, his voice as thick as the straining jeans at his crotch. Far from unaffected, Cullen nevertheless rose, grimacing in discomfort. “That was for you. Good night, Sarah.”
“Good night, Cullen.” She watched him leave, unable to think of anything else to say. Her brains were fried, her body a pulsating mess of nerves and excitement and—oh my God, Cullen had his hands all over me.
