“I wouldn’t let that happen.” It was the most he dared say. She didn’t believe in miracles. Yet.
Stripping off his shirt, he dropped it and closed the distance between them, reaching for her, his body aching for contact.
The jeans fell from her fingers and rustled to the floor as she stepped into his arms, face lifted, eyes filled with an emotion she hadn’t yet spoken. “Daylight is so special. Who knew?”
“I didn’t.” He combed his fingers through her fragrant hair, savored the sensation of her breasts yielding as he pressed her closer. “I was just excited that we’d have more time alone.”
“It’s a golden paradise.” She shifted her hips, making room for her to unhook his belt from the buckle. “Except one of us is overdressed. Will you let me fix that for you?”
Her offer stole his breath. He wanted her hands on him, wanted that very much. His cock reacted to the prospect immediately. Releasing her, he stepped back. “I’m all yours.”
“I need you to sit down so I can take off your boots.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Walking over to the bed, he turned and lowered himself to the mattress, wincing at the inevitable compression.
“Just for a minute. I can see you’re uncomfortable.” She crouched in front of him and began loosening the laces of his boot.
“I’m fine.” The pleasure of watching her plump breasts quiver as she worked was balanced by the pain when his cock twitched in response.
“You’re not. You made a face.” She quickly unlaced his work boot and pulled it off, along with his sock. “Since I don’t have your equipment, I don’t know what that squeezed feeling is like, but I can use my imagination.”
“It recovers quickly.”
She glanced up, a sparkle in her green eyes. “That’s a blessing.” She unlaced the other boot and tugged it free. Then she straightened. “Go ahead and stand up.”
When he did, he noticed a condom lying on the bedside table. “Only one?”
“I didn’t want to presume. I slept in this morning but you couldn’t because of your phone call.” She came closer and reached for the button on his jeans.
“You think I’ll take a nap?” Electricity shot through him as she slipped the button free and slowly pulled down the zipper. She had to work around his highly arousedequipment, as she’d called it.
“I’d be okay with that.” She slid both hands behind his back.
“You would?”
“If that’s what you need, of course I would.” Tucking her hands inside the waistband of his briefs, she gripped his arse.
He almost came. “There’ll be no napping going on.” It came out as an angry growl as he fought for control. “I think y’know what I need, lass.”
“I think I do.” She pushed down both jeans and briefs. In the same motion she knelt before him.
Before he had the wits to stop her, she’d taken his cock in her mouth. He groaned. “I didn’t mean….”
They were the last words he spoke before she robbed him of his vocabulary, his breath and his brain cells. The noble idea that he’d hold back and take control of the situation was short-lived.
In no time he began to shake like a sapling in the wind. Gasping and praying that he didn’t black out, he gave up with a roar.
She stayed with him, taking all that he had to give, binding them together, whether she meant to or not. When he could finally breathe again, when the world stopped spinning, the truth shone through.
She’d claimed they had no chance at happiness, but every move she made told him she desperately wanted to be wrong.
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
Curled up next to Kieran, Sara laid her cheek against his warm chest and absorbed the steady beat of his generous heart. He’d insisted on returning the favor she’d bestowed on him, and she’d gladly let him have his way with her. His talented touch and clever tongue had left her gasping and sated… at least for now.
“That was lovely.” She snuggled closer.
“’Tis a gift, sharing yourself with me, lass.” He kissed the top of her head and stroked his fingers slowly through her hair. “I get far more than I give.”
