The Gritty Truth (The Whiskeys Dark Knights at Peaceful Harbor #7) - Melissa Foster Page 0,75

her hips as he kissed her neck, knowing that drove her wild. She smelled fresh and sexy, like promises of sunny afternoons and loving nights, scents of a future he never thought he’d have—and now couldn’t imagine without her in it.

“Hey, beautiful. How’s your hip this morning?” They’d gotten a little wild last night. He tried not to be too rough, but sometimes they got carried away. Roni never complained, but sometimes after they’d made love, or after a long day of work, he’d catch her rubbing her hip. He almost always gave her a rubdown in the evenings, and one night he’d drawn her a hot bath. They’d soaked in it together, and that seemed to help ease her pain, too. Aside from making love with her, there was no greater pleasure than taking care of her, emotionally and physically.

“I think my body’s getting used to us,” she said. “I’m okay, but I could use a few more kisses right here.” She moved her hair over one shoulder, baring her neck for him.

He was falling hard for her beautiful mind and loving soul, but the areas that were scarred—her body and her confidence—held special places in his heart. He gave all of them extra love, letting her know how beautiful she was, inside and out, as often as he felt it, which probably made him sound like a broken record. But he didn’t care. He enjoyed lavishing her with loving truths. It had been hard for her to walk around without pants on in front of him at first, but last Tuesday night after they’d made love, they’d talked about it as openly and honestly as they talked about everything else. She was a little embarrassed, but by morning, when she’d woken up to him kissing the scars on her back, she’d understood that when he’d said he thought every inch of her was beautiful, he’d meant every word.

He kissed her jaw and said, “Nothing could have prepared me for how incredible it feels to wake up next to you.”

They’d just made love in the shower, and still his body thrummed with renewed desire. He usually had Sundays off and wished he hadn’t offered to fill in for another employee today. But he was getting off at three, and they were taking Kennedy and Lincoln on a date together.

“Mm,” she said, leaning back against his chest, rubbing against him.

He turned her in his arms and said, “I wish I could spend the whole day with you.”

“Me too. But at least you’ll be home early. I’m excited for our date with the kids.”

He had a surprise in store for her. “We’ll have fun. What are you doing today?”

She pressed her lips to the center of his chest and said, “Missing you.”

“Damn, you have all the best answers. Are you going to hang out here?”

“Just for a little while. I need to go to the studio to talk with Elisa about a few things. Can we meet at my place after you get off work?”

“Sure. Sounds good. Now, tell me, gorgeous girl…” He lifted her onto the counter and wedged himself between her legs. “How am I supposed to leave when you’re dressed like this?” He ran his hands up her legs and over her thighs.

Her eyes darkened. “Quincy.”

“Hm?” He brushed his thumb between her legs and felt her clench through her panties.

“You’re going to leave me all hot and bothered.”

“You should know me better than that.” He slipped his thumb into her panties, over her slick heat.

“God…”

“Aw, baby, you need me,” he said, stroking her. She squirmed, holding his gaze, and bit her lower lip. “You’re so fucking sexy.”

He glanced at the clock on the stove, calculating how much time he had before he had to leave. He didn’t have time for another shower, but he had time to pleasure her. He hooked his fingers into her panties and tore them down her legs, earning a surprised squeak.

“Breakfast time,” he growled, and spread her legs to look his fill.

“You’ll be late,” she said halfheartedly, running her hands through his hair the way she knew drove him out of his freaking mind. Her hands were as lethal as the rest of her.

“Have faith, sweetness.” He crushed his mouth to hers and pushed his fingers inside her, earning the sounds he craved. He’d learned just how to make her come, but stopped short, needing to taste her, to feel her come as he devoured her. He tore his mouth away, and she