Nori's Delta (Delta Team Three #1) - Lori Ryan Page 0,43
went soft for him. She could feel herself getting wet with desire at the barest of touches from him.
He leaned in and kissed the column of her neck, speaking softly against her skin. “It damned near killed me waiting for that meeting to be over so I could get you alone.”
She tilted her head back to meet his eyes. “Yeah?” She challenged. “Show me.”
Permission granted, he pulled the sling off his arm, wincing only slightly at the movement. She opened her mouth to object that maybe they shouldn’t do this with his arm still injured, but he was moving her back toward the bed.
She sank onto it and lay back, spreading her legs to make room for him as he came down over her. Some part of her wanted this to be slow and easy but there was a bigger part of her that wanted his clothes off yesterday and him inside her two days before that.
She wrapped her legs around his thighs and ground up into him, drawing a growl in response. Her hands found the waist band of his pants and tugged his shirt so she could get under his clothes to the smooth expanse of skin she knew she’d find there.
He broke their kiss as he reached and tugged his shirt up and over his head. And Lord, she was in heaven.
She ran her hands over taut muscles and tanned skin before trailing her fingers through the light smattering of hair on his chest.
“I love the way your hands feel on me, Nori. Love you touching me like this. Nothing has ever felt like your touch. Not in all these years.”
She wanted to whimper at his words. She wanted more with him. She knew she shouldn’t but her heart wanted it with an ache that was real and harsh and so damned hard to shove aside.
But she did. Because if she could just put aside her foolish dreams for more with him, she’d at least have this with him. She would at least have this moment. She would have this to remember when she went home and she lost him again.
He was pulling her shirt up and she broke away long enough to let him get it over her head.
Then his mouth was on her breast and the heat of his touch through the lace of her bra was erotic and tantalizing. He moved to the other breast, this time, lifting it from the cup so he could get to her skin.
Eleanor laughed which made Heath growl at her.
“Sorry,” she panted. “It’s just that you would think we’d learned how to slow down now that we’re not teenagers.”
“There’s no going slow where you’re concerned, Nori. Never has been.”
Heath stood and had his pants and boxers off in seconds before tugging at her pants. She did little to help him. She couldn’t. She was struck dumb at the sight of him before her, completely nude.
He had always been well muscled and all that as a teenager. But damn, he’d been nothing like this. This man before her had muscles in places she didn’t know a man could and his body bore the evidence of long hard days doing things most men couldn’t do.
Tanned legs and muscular thighs went to a torso that could have been sculpted of stone. His shoulders were broad and looked like they could hold the weight of a thousand worlds with little effort. He was perfection.
And there, hers for the taking, was an erection that proved that even though she’d aged and wasn’t exactly a gym rat, he was equally as aroused by her as she was by him.
She reached for his erection, wrapping her hand tightly around the silken hardness. He was perfection.
He caught her mouth in a kiss again and his hands found her, slipping into the waistband of her panties, going straight to where she needed him most.
She felt him grin against her mouth. “So damned wet, Nori. You have no idea what that does to me to know you’re so ready for me.”
He reached for his pants and pulled a condom from one of the pockets. As Eleanor watched him put it on, she didn’t allow herself to wonder how often he did this. She didn’t want to think about him with other women.
She didn’t have room in her life for relationships and she had no real claim on him, but still she felt like she wanted to growl like he was always doing when she pictured him with any