His dark eyes widened. “Me too, but—”
She should have covered this earlier, but it wasn’t exactly sexy foreplay. Of course, having the talknow certainly wasn’t a mood enhancer. “I can’t have kids. I had to have a hysterectomy after…”
“Oh, shit, Cait. I’m sorry.” He stroked her face.
“It’s okay.” She gave him a quick kiss to clear his furrowed brow. “Really. It’s been twelve years. And I never wanted kids anyway, so…” She’d never had that maternal urge that so many women seemed to get, not before her miscarriage and not since. Ifshe had, she could have adopted. There were plenty of orphans in need. “I’m fine.”
The temperature of the air between them had dropped, and their breathing returned to normal. And here she sat naked on a fully dressed man whose ardor was quickly cooling.
Kurt stared into the dim room beyond her shoulder. Was he disappointed that she couldn’t have children, or just lost in the memory of thatawful night when he’d probably saved her life?
“There’s nothing you could have done to change that outcome,” she said.
His startled gaze met hers. He shouldn’t be so surprised. She knew how his brain worked. At least when it came to rescuing people.
“There is something you could do now, though.” She slid a foot between the back cushion and his buttocks, and used her calf to press him all theway inside her, covering his face in soft kisses until he grasped her cheeks and fused their mouths together for a desperate, hungry exploration of lips, teeth, and tongues.
“Please,” she whispered. “Please love me.”
With a grunt, he wrapped his arms across her upper back and held her shoulders, driving into her over and over until she was delirious, his hot breath tickling her neck.
Withinmoments, he lost his rhythm, his thrusts coming hard and fast. Reaching between them, he stroked her with his thumb as he came inside her with a long, shuddering sigh.
Tensing, she held her breath, closed her eyes, and followed him into oblivion.
Kurt didn’t want to move. Where else would he want to be but buried in this woman whose limbs swaddled him, inhaling the sweet scent of her neck,his hands full of her smooth skin?
They’d gone from “don’t touch me” to “don’t stop” in the space of a few hours, and he was still reeling.
The soft hum of the air conditioner kicking on preceded a blast of cool air from overhead. Goosebumps spread across Caitlyn’s back and she shivered.
He raised his head and she opened her glittering green eyes to look at him, her saucy grin sending a littlethrill through him.
“Thank you,” she said, her voice husky as she leaned in for a quick kiss.
“For what?”
She rolled her eyes.
He chuckled. “I mean if there was something specific, I’d like to know so I can be sure to do it again.”
Sobering, she combed her fingers through the hair above his ears, a move that made it impossible to think. “I wish we had the time,” she said, gracing him witha soft kiss.
Gradually, her words sank in, slapping him across the face. According to his watch it was just after eight and fully dark outside. “Shit. We have to move out in thirty.”
And he needed to clean up. Ideally, he would take a break from wearing his artificial legs too, but for one night, he could deal with it. He’d charged them up the day before, so he should be fine.
Before he couldrethink his reaction to the time and revel further in Caitlyn’s embrace, she had jumped off his lap and donned her underwear. “Hey, I didn’t mean—”
“It’s okay.” She stooped to picked up her shirt and walked toward the coffee table under which her bra had landed. “You said it yourself. We need to get moving.”
He tried to ignore the bitter taste in his mouth. His heart was fragile after his confession,and the sense of déjà vu from the few sexual encounters since his amputation was not serving him well. He snatched a tissue from a box on the end table and cleaned up best he could, then hastily tucked himself into his pants.
Caitlyn fastened her bra and slid her shirt over her head, hiding all the beautiful skin he’d hardly had a chance to explore.
“Okay.” Standing, he straightened his clothesand ran a hand through his hair. Why hadn’t he at least removed his shirt so he could feel her naked breasts against his chest when he had the chance?
With a sigh, she slid on her running shoes and kneeled to tie the laces, but toyed with them instead. “I don’t know how to do this.”
