His hand stilled over hers. He grinned, a full-fledged, ear-to-ear kind of thing. “I’m glad,” he said simply.
“Is it hypocritical that I don’t have a hard body, but I like that you do?”
His thumb rubbed the back of her hand. “I work out because I like to, and I need to stay fit for my job. I’m thrilled you like the results of that work, but like I told you, I love the way you look right now. So, no.”
That little stroking thumb was driving her crazy, to say nothing of the muscles moving beneath her palm. She could slide her hand right below the cover and the sheets, encircle his penis…
She glanced down, and her eyes widened at the tent in the blanket. He followed her gaze and grimaced. “I’m sorry.”
“I thought you couldn’t…”
“I can. I probably can’t do a lot with it right now, but I can at least…get it up.” His tone was wry.
Genevieve was suddenly short of breath. She’d never been quite so attracted to someone. Though she knew what she was doing wasn’t very smart, she looked up and met his gaze. “I think I should have to pay a forfeit.”
His eyes flared. “Yeah?”
“Well I didn’t exactly answer your question, you kind of guided me.”
He leaned a bit closer, and she realized she’d swayed closer as well. “I’d say you’re right…”
His hand slipped behind the nape of her neck and drew her down.
Man, the guy could kiss. He made no allowances for his invalid status, he just angled her head and dived right in. It didn’t take her long to respond to his enthusiasm. She was the first one to flick her tongue out against his lips. He grunted and tangled his against hers, then flicked it into her mouth, over and over. When she became more aggressive, nipping at his lower lip and drawing it into her mouth to suckle it, he groaned and sank his other hand into her hair.
Passion overtook her brain. She no longer cared about who he was or where he was from. All that mattered was that he was a man, she was a woman, and they wanted each other very badly. Everything else could work itself out later.
His palm slid down her throat, continuing until he completely covered her breast. He didn’t even have to do anything else; the mere touch of his hand caused her nipple to harden. Her fingers clenched on his belly, kneading the hard flesh. He squeezed her breast in reaction.
His next sound was more shocked as her hand slid lower, taking the covers with it, until her palm rested over his groin. His cock was so hard, the fat tip had punched out past the elastic waistband of the boxers.
He tore his mouth away from hers. Both of them were breathing heavy. They stared at each other for a moment, connected physically through the intimate touch on her breast and his cock. The cotton separating their flesh could just as well been nonexistent.
God it felt so good, the passion and excitement rolling inside of her. No guilt or worries, though they would probably come later.
He raised his other hand to her, but she caught the flinch as his injury pulled. Genevieve linked her fingers through his and brought it down to his side. “Stop moving.”
His smile was a baring of teeth. “I told you I don’t take orders in bed well.”
The spurt of power surprised her. “You don’t have any choice right now, though, do you? Stay still.”
When he froze, she questioned her method. What exactly did she hope to accomplish here?
“Kiss me again,” he murmured.
Well, that she could do. She leaned in, savoring every second of the moment.
This kiss was slower, a natural progression of rising lust. It seemed right to keep her hand over his cock, to try to get rid of the barrier. He raised his hips slightly when she slid his boxers out of the way and caught the heavy weight of his erection in her hand. He gasped as if she’d goosed him with an electrical current.
She drew away and looked down. The tip of his penis was already wet, the dark skin stretched and tight. A stab of uncertainty hit her. “Tell me if I do something wrong. I haven’t done this in a while.”
“Are you kidding me? You touching me…it’s like a dream. Besides, it’s been a long time for me too,” he admitted.
“I wouldn’t think you’d have a problem finding a lover.”
“I’ve been busy. I’m particular.” His eyes literally rolled back when she grasped his cock. “God, that feels good.”
“You’re not busy now.”
