He’d hate himself in the morning if he caused her any more pain. He understood her need, her desire, he just prayed he had the strength to maintain his control.
Gently, he settled her against his side and kissed her. Softly sliding his lips across hers. Damn, she always tasted so sweet. He drank her in, pouring all his love into the kiss.
Desire burned him from the inside out. He craved the feel of her skin against his, to take her again and again until neither of them could think. But when he helped her remove her t-shirt it was like he poured ice water on his libido. Bruises painted her chest from the airbag and seatbelt and matched the ones on her face. How was she not in terrible pain? “I don’t want to hurt you, Angel.”
“You won’t, please, baby. I need you inside me. I want us to be so close nothing can get between us.”
He stood and removed his shirt but left his jeans on. His willpower was not bottomless, but if she wanted him, she’d get him, just not all.
Climbing onto the bed, he straddled her legs and slowly, gently pulled her leggings off, like he was unwrapping an expensive piece of chocolate.
“I’m going to love every inch of you.”
She blushed, and it traveled from her cheeks, down her neck, and across her chest. Last night she’d been glowing in the moonlight, today she was bruised and battered and even though she tried to hide it, she was in pain. He’d just have to make sure that her passion distracted her from anything but him.
Whoever invented front closure bras should get some kind of an award. It was a life saver as he opened the hooks and exposed her two gorgeous globes. Her mauve nipples were already hard little peaks. Last night had only whetted his appetite, he’d never have his fill. This was so much better than he ever could have imagined.
Her skin was soft, like rose petals, and tasted of vanilla and sugar. Teasing each of her nipples with his teeth and tongue until her moans filled him with need. She was a goddess and he would happily spend the rest of his life loving every inch of her.