“It wouldn’t matter even if it had been.”
“Do you want to take it off?”Mac wouldn’t meet his gaze when she asked, her cheeks turning red in embarrassment.
He knew what she meant even without clarification.He wasn’t embarrassed.His arm was missing.It was what it was.He’d had years now to get used to it.“No, I’ll leave it on.”He felt naked when it was off.The only time he took it off was at bedtime, and he was far from wanting to go to sleep at the moment.“Does it bother you?”He didn’t think it had.She had taken it when she’d led him from the bar.Perhaps it had only been a fluke of bravery.
“No,” she quickly assured him.“I just wanted you to be comfortable.”
“Oh, I’m very comfortable,” he purred, stepping closer to her.He was like a moth and she the flame.He was drawn to her.
“Good,” she husked, closing the distance between them and wrapping her arms around his neck.
“Though, getting you completely naked and into that bed will be even more comfortable.”
Mac’s eyes melted into chocolate pudding.Her lips parted, and he could hear short pants of breath as she reached down and pulled her shirt up and over her head before tossing it on the floor and throwing herself into his arms.
Barry easily gathered her up, and they tumbled toward the bed and fell into it in a tangle of limbs, both laughing.
Barry rolled on top of her and gazed down at her before slowly lowering down until their lips brushed in a teasing motion.Mac didn’t seem to like that because she gripped both sides of his face and pulled him down so they were chest to chest.
Barry tried to keep his weight off of her so he didn’t crush her, but Mac didn’t seem to care.He rolled to his back so he didn’t have to worry.
Mac straddled his lap, gliding her slick core over his aching cock.She trailed hot kisses down his chest to his left nipple, pulling and tugging on it like he had done her.“So strong,” she mused, continuing to pepper his chest with butterfly kisses and soft nips.
“And scarred,” he needlessly added.
Mac shrugged.“We all have scars.”
Barry arched an eyebrow at her statement and looked her over.“I don’t see any on you.”
Mac rolled to her back with her arms spread out.At first, all he noticed was a beautiful naked woman laying splayed out for him, then his gaze found the large white scare that covered half of her thigh.
He didn’t know how he had missed that earlier.Passion had clouded his senses apparently.
“What the hell did that?”he asked in horror.He had never seen a scar like that before.
“A shark,” she replied as if she were asking for a glass of water; it was so casual.
The things she loved so much had done that to her?Sure, he’d heard of shark attacks, but he had never seen a bite before.It looked horrible, but if she didn’t cringe at his, he wasn’t going to cringe at hers.
“Mean shark.Want me to punish it for you?”
“No,” she chuckled.“That was years ago, and I’m not going to punish him for what’s in his nature.”
“A killer.”
Mac’s eyes narrowed and her whole body hardened.“They are not killers,” she hissed between gritted teeth.
Shit, he hadn’t meant to offend her.“Sorry, I shouldn’t have said that.”
“No, you shouldn’t have.”Mac closed her eyes and took a deep breath.“Sorry, I just hate when people label sharks as killers because they don’t understand them; movies always make them out to be mindless killers.”
He wasn’t about to admit he was one of them, but then again, he had never really cared much about sharks.Never gave them a thought until now.“You obviously care about them.”
“I do,” she replied quickly.“I’m a shark biologist.They are my life’s work.”
“And what exactly does a shark biologist do?”
“You really want to know?”she questioned, sounding dubious.
