Page 97 of Heart of Iron
An excess of golden skin.Naked skin.Lena’s eyes widened.She had a second’s grace to drop her gaze before he swore and jerked the sheet around his waist, tucking the edge in.
Ohmygoodness.
Anatomy books could not even come close to picturing the truth.The heat flushed out of her face.She’d caught only a glimpse of his member, half aroused and enormous, bobbing from the thick thatch of dark hair that nested it.The breath caught in her throat.Therewasnopossiblewaytheycouldfittogether…
“Here,” Will snarled, taking the remains of the glass from her and tearing a piece off the sheet.He dipped it in the water jug and wrung it out, then dabbed tenderly at the cut on her hand.“What happened?”
“It cracked in my hand,” Lena said distantly.A shiver of need swept through her, igniting desires she’d kept under lock and key in her heart.
Will hesitated.
“What is it?”
“There’s a piece of glass in there.”A frown drew his eyebrows together.“Lena, can you not feel that?”A shivering stroke over something in her hand.
She looked away from the broad, naked expanse of his chest and saw the piece of glass sticking out of her hand.As soon as she saw it she felt the acid bite of pain and bit her lip.“A little.It doesn’t hurt very much.”
“Lena, look at me.”
Into whiskey warm eyes with their impossibly thick lashes.She leaned forward, resting her free hand against his chest, feeling the delicious slide of silky-soft skin beneath her fingertips.
Will sucked in a breath.Then his gaze dropped and pain throbbed through her hand.“Got it,” he said.Dabbing at the cut, he examined it for any sign of glass and then tied another strip of sheet around it firmly.
The scent of him, warm and musky, wrapped around her senses.As soon as he let her hand go, she placed it against his stomach, feeling the flinch beneath her fingertips.
“Lena,” he warned, in a husky voice.The heat in his eyes contradicted his tone.“We can’t.”
“Why not?”she whispered, sliding the backs of her knuckles down his rippled abdomen.“You want to.I want to.”Tears pricked at her eyes and suddenly her throat was thick.“I thought that I’d lost you.That you were gone.Forever.”One hot, salty tear slid down her cheek.She shook her head and looked up fiercely.“Nothing else matters.”A deep breath, her heart pattering madly in her chest.She couldn’t quite meet his eyes, but that didn’t matter.“I was so scared that I would never have a chance to touch you.To kiss you again.To tell you…”
“Tell me what?”He caught her wrists, thrust them behind her.
Her nipples abraded the linen nightgown.She stared up at him, at the fierce expression on his face.Flickers of warming amber lit his eyes.That was what she wanted to stir.The uncontrollable passion in him.The need.She leaned closer, let her breasts rub against his skin.Sensation shot through her abdomen, clenching white-hot between her thighs.
“Tell me what?”he repeated, more of the amber drowning out the brown of his eyes.
Lena leaned forward and kissed his chest.Will shuddered, his grip on her wrists loosening.“How much I miss you,” she whispered.“I played games with you, Will, because I was afraid if I were serious, and you weren’t…that I’d…I wanted you to kiss me.I tried to drive you to it, but you would never dare.I thought you didn’t want me and it hurt so badly, because I wanted you.”
Another shudder of conflicting need within him.He shook his head, his lips parting.“Ican’t.”But his hands were easing on her wrists and suddenly it was easy to slip from his grasp.
She slid her hands over his chest and stepped closer.Will backed away, his knees hitting the back of the bed.He tumbled onto the bed, his fist clenching in the blankets.The sheet around his hips threatened to dislodge.Lena knelt on the edge of the bed, slinging her leg over his hips.
His muscles clenched.“Lena, you don’t understand.”
“Do you want me or not?”A breathless moment as she waited for the answer.
“Of course I do, but—”
She pressed a finger against his lips.The nightgown rode up around her thighs, the lacy edge trailing over her sensitive calves.Licking her lips, she relaxed down onto his lap, gasping at the feel of his rigid member against her wet heat.
So sensitive there.So sweet the feeling.She threw her head back and arched her hips, grinding herself against him.
Fingers clenched in her bottom, almost painfully tight.He urged her against him again and Lena cried out as need tightened within her.
The sheet was trapped between them.She could feel her own body wetting it, the rasp of the linen against the sensitive nub that drove her insane.Suddenly it wasn’t enough.She wanted more.Needed more.Sinking her hands into his hair, she fisted it and dragged his mouth up to hers.
Will bit at her lip, suckling it into his mouth.Their tongues clashed and she pressed herself against him, rubbing her breasts, her hips, her quim against his hard body.The taste of his mouth was intoxicating.
The sheet drove her crazy.She slid a hand between them and tugged at the length he’d tucked into the waist of it.Too late he realized her intentions and caught her wrist.Lena held onto the end, feeling it unravel beneath her.She ground her hips against his and this time it was flesh that met hers.Hard, swollen flesh.
