wedging his big, hard body between my legs.
Air from the open windows downstairs wafts over my body like a hot caress, carrying his scent of fresh soap and briny sea. I breathe deeply, hold it in my lungs, as he leans in and presses a soft kiss to my mouth. With our lips fused, our tongues tangle as we indulge in one another. The exchange is a soft one, less hurried then before, and I melt into him, revel in the taste of his mouth, knowing I could stay exactly like this all night.
He breaks the kiss, obviously having other plans, and inches back. As I take in the heat in his eyes, searing need pools deep in my belly. Without words, he takes his shirt off, and I let my gaze drop to take in his beautiful and battered body. I stare at him, my skin tight as I try to soothe those deep wounds with my eyes. But it’s not those raised purple welts that are hurting him.
“Haven,” he says, his voice a low deep rumble of simmering need.
My head lifts, and when I take in the intensity in this man, meet gleaming green eyes that are hard and dangerous, I can barely breathe. But I’m not afraid of him. Nothing about him frightens me, and maybe that in itself should be enough to scare me off.
“Yeah?” I finally manage to get out past a tight throat.
He takes my hand and puts it on his body, and his muscles jump beneath my palms. “Touch me,” he commands in a soft voice, like he needs the connection more than life itself and I get it. Tonight, he doesn’t want to think. Whatever happened in this place he wants to forget, for a little while anyway, and dammit I want to be the one to help him. But as he presents this gentler version of himself, my chest squeezes, presses against my thundering heart, and turns my world a little upside down.
Careful, Haven.
I spread my fingers and he sucks in a breath as I slowly explore him, my hand moving over his hills and valleys, tracing his scars and wounds that all come with their own story. I push him back a little, and drop to my knees before him. My hand goes to his throat, and he angles his head. I run my fingers down, over his tight flesh and full veins, until I reach his shoulders. With the utmost care, I lean in to press soft kisses to each angry scar, wishing I could go deeper to chase away whatever it is that haunts him. His hands go to my hair and my name is simply a whisper on his tongue as he tugs. The man is brutal in the cage, his body scarred from hammering fists, but right now he wants soft hands on his body. My soft hands.
I slide my palms lower, and tug on his jeans. My breathing grows harsher, matching his, and heat floods my sex. He puts his hand between my legs, slides up my thighs until he reaches my damp panties and briefly closes his eyes, like he’s in total agony.
“You’re burning up, Haven,” he says.
“I know. I’m aching for it,” I say. No sense in lying. The truth is right there, between my legs. “Can you do something about that, Ty?” I rake my hand through his hair and he tugs my panties to the side.
“Something like this, you mean,” he says as he strokes my clit, a light touch with brutal fingers.
Pleasure surges through me, making it almost impossible to talk. “God, yes,” I say. He thrusts a finger inside me and try as I might, I can’t seem to get the zipper down on his jeans. He shifts closer, shoves his thigh between my legs to widen them as he fucks me with his slick finger.
“Seems to me like you need this, too.”
“Yes, but I want to see your cock.” My God, I can’t even believe the need in my voice. Have I ever been this needy, ever ask to see a man’s cock?
“Do you now?” A grin touches the corner of his mouth as his thick finger leaves my sex. I almost grab his hand to put it back and demand he take me, but he grips the thin band on my panties and rips them clear from my hips. I gasp but he leans in, his mouth muffling the sound as he kisses me. One beautiful thick