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Soft.
Generous.
Sexy as hell.
The taste of her mouth was addicting. Cary kept his kisses slow and controlled. She wanted comfort? He could give her comfort. She wanted distraction? He was fine with that.
He put his arm around her back and lowered her to the bed, his mouth never leaving her lips. They lay on their sides, and he kissed her over and over again, wanting to drive every tear from her eyes and every ounce of tension from her shoulders.
As he kissed her, he kneaded her back and ran his fingers through her hair.
She let out a shuddering sigh. “You’re petting me like a cat.”
“Is it working?”
“Meow.” She kissed him again and threw her leg over his hips. “This is giving me all kinds of ideas.”
“Keep your ideas to yourself tonight,” he muttered. “I’m being good, but I’m not that good.”
“No.” She pulled back and looked into his eyes. “You’re not good. You’re great. I’m sorry it took me so long to see that.”
I am yours.
I am yours.
I am so yours.
Cary cupped her cheek in his hand and stared at her. He rubbed his thumb over her lips.I love you like crazy, Melissa Rhodes.
“Can you tell me something?” she asked.
“Anything.”
She took his hand off her cheek and looked at it. “How are your hands so soft? Seriously, they’re all callused but they’re still soft. I don’t understand.”
Cary chuckled a little. “They make special lotion climbers use because we don’t want to lose our calluses. So I order that, and then I also use a very fine sandpaper to smooth them out.” He played his thumb along her lower lip. “Don’t want to rough you up.”
She squeezed his thigh with her leg. “I don’t mind a little rough.”
“Woman, I am really trying to be good here.”
She laughed, a low, wicked laugh that told him she knew exactly how much she affected him.
“Come here.” He hooked a finger through her belt loop and pulled her closer. “You kiss me this time.”
“I am kissing you.”
“You know what I mean.”
She put a hand on his cheek and stroked it. Then she ran her fingers up and into his hair, teasing it between her fingers as she leaned forward and took his mouth. Her tongue came out, ran along his lips, and he opened his mouth to welcome her.
Her hand rested on his chest, and she had to feel his heart pounding, had to feel the solid erection he was sporting, pressed against her thigh. She didn’t hurry. Didn’t rush a single thing.
It was slow, glorious torture, and he loved every minute of it.
She had to leave before it got too late, but Cary was relieved to see that by the time she walked to the truck, the strain was gone from her eyes. He walked her out and opened the door for her.
“You coming to Abby’s program next week? We can’t do the camping thing because of soccer, but she wanted you and your mom to come.”
