‘No!’
His grin made him look suddenly boyish, delighted and… Was that relief?
‘Unless,’ she sent him a teasing look under lowered lashes, ‘you’ve changed your mind about what you can deliver. If you don’t think you can live up to your promises…’
Hands loose on her hips, he leaned forward, gaze drilling into hers. His voice was soft and his breath a warm caress that made her lips tingle and her nipples bud. ‘It’s going to be an absolute pleasure delivering on those promises. For both of us.’
It took all she had to stand and not melt into a puddle of pure longing at his feet.
‘I’ll give you this, Mr Abercrombie, you can talk the talk.’
‘But can I deliver?’ His lips brushed her forehead, her cheeks, her closed eyes as he slipped the jacket from her shoulders.
Already she was burning up, lit from within by the fire this man ignited so effortlessly. Amnesia or not, she was sure no other man had ever held such power over her. As the daughter of a single mother who’d crossed the country to avoid her dangerous partner, Greer had always been cautious, not wanting to be vulnerable to any man.
She didn’t feel vulnerable with Conall, she decided as he plucked her buttons undone with deft fingers. More like powerful. And powerfully aroused.
She dragged her hands down his torso and grabbed his polo shirt, yanking it up and free of his jeans. Seconds later her palms spanned the silky hot skin of his waist in proper skin-to-skin contact. Finally she managed to drag a full breath into sorely worked lungs. Her fingers moulded and skimmed, circling then returning, exploring.
Those firm ridges of muscle, the taut planes and intriguing dips were the best kind of braille.
Except, despite his assurance, Conall grew impatient. Big, gentle hands brushed her shirt from her shoulders, moving her hands from his body.
She made a sound of disappointment, as if he’d stolen her favourite toy. Her bottom lip pouted at the interruption.
‘Soon, I promise.’ The words feathered against her throat as he tugged the material down her arms and away.
Suddenly she didn’t mind so much because he looked spellbound as he ravished her with his gaze. Her bare skin tightened, her breasts seeming to swell under that avaricious stare.
‘I need more.’ His arms went around her, hands reaching for her skirt’s zip.
‘So do I,’ she purred, pushing up his shirt.
It bunched under her hands as she revealed more and more of that sculpted torso. His skin was darker than hers and across his chest was a fuzz of hair that, when she brushed it with her fingers, yanked white-hot threads tight between her aching breasts and her womb.
Greer swayed closer, inhaling his clean male scent as she kissed a line up his torso then licked his nipple and felt him shudder. Abruptly his hands moved from her zip, shoving her skirt down her hips before reaching to reef off his shirt.
‘That’s better,’ she sighed, kissing her way across his broad chest and up to his collarbone. He tasted like every of erotic fantasy she’d ever known.
‘It is,’ he growled in a voice that seemed to vibrate from deep inside him. His chest rose and spread under her palms where they rested above his ribs, soaking up the delicious vibrations. ‘But not as good as this.’
With one quick movement he undid her bra, tugging it down her arms, lifting her hands from his body long enough to strip the lacy fabric off her. Then he pulled her to him, bare torso to bare torso, and something erupted inside her.
‘Conall!’
‘I know, I know.’
She felt the throb of his heart, the tickle of his chest hair teasing her breasts as she leaned up, reaching for his mouth. There. That was better. She felt…anchored with their mouths fused in hungry abandon.
This was so impossibly good, yet she needed more. And he gave it, slipping his hands between them to mould her breasts, his thumbs stroking her tightly beaded nipples.
Greer was all lush heat and splintering senses, and still this wasn’t enough. She reached between them, grappling with his belt, moving back just enough to get it undone and tackle the fastening of his jeans.
‘Yes,’ he groaned against her lips. The yearning in his hoarse voice, the vibration of it from his body to hers, was the most arousing thing she’d ever known.
Quickly she undid the fastening, tugging his jeans down to his thighs then stripping his underpants low enough to curl her fingers around him.
Shock was an unfurling ribbon inside her. He was tall and well-built. Her breath snagged, imagining all that potent length inside her. She found herself spreading her feet wider, internal muscles clenching in anticipation.
