“Do you need help?”
When he turned to look at her, his eyes held an intimate hunger she couldn’t ignore. “I’m stiff as hell. Yeah. I could use the help.”
It wasn’t like she hadn’t seen him naked before. He could strip, and she could remain unaffected.
Riiiight.
Once in his bedroom, he snapped on a light. She shouldn’t feel awkward in here, but she did. His bedroom was about as masculine as she’d expect from someone nicknamed Hard Man. A navy blue and grey bedspread over his queen-sized bed, and dark wood furniture that looked antique or was a good replica.
He rummaged in his chest of drawers and drew out navy sweats. As he turned she saw him wince, and every female instinct screamed to help. Sure, she wanted to touch him, but mostly she hated seeing him in pain.
He eased out of his SWAT uniform, and she took it from him. When he worked at lifting his white undershirt, he winced and halted.
“You okay?” Her hands touched his. “Here, let me help.”
Mary’s hands brushed steel-hard contours as she lifted the undershirt off and away. He watched her closely, and she flushed. Then, he sat on the bed and started to bend over.
She pressed him back into sitting upright. “Here, let me get your boots.”
He leaned back on his elbows, but then groaned and lay flat on his back. “Ah, that feels better.”
She disposed of his boots in fairly short order and set them aside.
“Damn, woman, you’re good at this.”
“Oh, yeah. I do this sort of thing all the time.”
“You can do it for me anytime.”
She heard a hint of what sounded like jealousy, and her heart leapt, responding like the television shrink had said to the pheromones that still bounced back and forth. She pulled off his socks.
“Take off my pants.”
Mary scoffed at his mischievous grin. “Why, Dace Banovic, I think you’re playing this up.”
He laced his hands over his six-pack and wiggled his eyebrows. “Yeah, I am.”
Encouraged and feeling definite stirrings of arousal, she eased his belt open, undid his pants, and slowly slid down the zipper. She kept her eyes on his, and under her hand his cock hardened.
“Oh, man.” He almost gasped the words. “Sweetheart, if you keep doing that…”
“Yes?”
“I won’t be responsible for what happens next.”
The idea that she could stir him even when he ached from head to toe gave her an ego boost. No denying it. “I need some help with these pants.”
His teasing grin still in place, he sat up and lifted his hips enough so that she could ease his pants down and off. Wearing nothing more than black briefs that cupped his erection, he represented undeniably magnificent male.
She lay on the bed beside him, propped up on her arm. No way she could stop the fierce need that swamped her. Like he’d turned a special switch, her breasts ached, her nipples tightened, and the flesh between her legs moistened and ached for attention. But hell, all he had to do these days was look at her to make her feeling this way. Dace reached up and slipped his hand into her hair. The yearning and warmth in his eyes made her ache to kiss him.
But first things first.
“When I found out you’d been hurt … it scared the crap out of me, Dace.”
“Yet you picked me up at the hospital. You could have stayed away.”
She inhaled and took a chance, hoping he’d understand. “First, let me say that I’m as thick as a plank.”
“What?”
“I acted like a jerk when I sent you away.”
“You needed time to think.”
“I did think. Long and hard. And I realized that I gave up on myself too easily. I gave up on you too easily.”
His eyes warmed with understanding as his touch drifted to her hip. “It’s probably good we took the time apart to think about what we’re getting into.”
A tiny fear arose inside her. “Did you come to any conclusions?”
He sighed. “Yeah. I want a chance with you. I know we both have baggage, but I also think that makes us human. I lost Gloria, but I found you. I hope you want to be with me.”
She caressed his face. “I do. More than anything I’ve wanted in my life.”
He grinned widely, his eyes warm. “Good. Because the more I’m with you, the more I want to get to know you, to explore what we have. You mean a lot to me.”
Joy broke loose inside her at his simple, heartfelt statement. Mary couldn’t hold back as she leaned forward to brush her lips over his. “I think it’s too late to save me, Dace. You’re growing on me, too.”
Dace’s grin stayed wide and unrepentant. “Stay with me tonight and see what happens next.”
He rolled her over on her back and kissed her. The passion flowing inside her grew until it seemed nothing mattered but joining with him. It didn’t take long for her to lose her clothes, for the heat to rise, for Dace to join their bodies with a smooth, swift thrust.
When she locked eyes with him, he said, “Oh, man, I think you have the cure for what ails me.”
She grinned. “Glad I could help.”
Then, with deep thrusts, he showed Mary that he had the cure for what ailed her, too. Her hips arched with each powerful movement as they strained against each other. Mary knew that she wanted and needed this ecstasy with Dace and Dace alone. She clenched her muscles, holding him within as the pleasure enclosed her within a cocoon she didn’t wish to escape. She gasped loudly as she reached for the heights. Happiness drew her higher, tossing her over the rapids as she lost all inhibitions. She pulsed around his cock, absorbing his deep thrusts, feeling every inch of him as he imprinted his body upon her. His hips hammered, and she loved his loss of control, the feral growls that left his throat. Heat seared her from the inside out, drawing her upward until one thrust threw her over the top. She whimpered, the pleasure so hot and explosive, she held on tight in desperation. With a growl, he shook above her and went still.
He eventually moaned and laughed. “Ah, man. I think that one killed me.”
“I can’t believe we did that when you’re hurt.”
“Believe me, you’re worth it.”
After they’d cooled, he held her close. “Come celebrate Thanksgiving with my family.”
Tears filled her eyes, and she moved so they lay facing each other, arms still tight around each other. “That sounds wonderful.”
His eyes narrowed. “Are you crying?”
“Don’t worry, Dace, these are happy tears.”
And then she kissed him again.
The End
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