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She didn’t know how to express it better than that. Saying anything else was beyond her. Having the choice both terrified and empowered her. Now that she’d made it, she wanted all of him.
Turning toward him, she reached for his large hand, and she barely got her fingers wrapped around his. Then she stepped backward into the bedroom. The entire time, Gwen’s eyes never left his, and she sucked in a breath as they shifted from molten caramel to glowing amber.
“Are you sure, Gwen? Because I can wait, but it won’t be easy for me to stop once you’re naked in my arms.”
His words slid down her spine, leaving a trail of heat. “Yes, Luke. I’m sure.”
A heartbeat later, he cradled her in his arms and carried her toward the bed. When she met his gaze, something inside her ignited with a need so intense her breath caught in her chest. Then he set her down next to the bed and gifted her with a toe-curling smile.
“I’m going to undress you now,” Luke murmured, his voice rough with emotion.
Her nipples tightened as he opened her shirt one button at a time, like he was unwrapping a gift. Then he slid her silk blouse off her shoulders and onto the floor. Gwen shivered with yearning and worried about his reaction to her curvy figure.
He still hadn’t touched her. She ached with need, craving his rough hands caressing her.
Careful not to touch her skin, he unzipped and then removed her jeans. Gwen waited for him to say something, anything. It had been a long time since a man had seen her in only a lace bra and panties. But if he didn’t touch her soon, she would scream, or jump him, or maybe both.
“You’re gorgeous,” Luke murmured as his heated gaze burned her skin and made her feel sexy.
He pulled his T-shirt over his head and tossed it across the floor. His chest had a light dusting of dark hair across his pecs. Her mouth dried as she stared at his six-pack and the scars on his shoulder and upper arms. Knowing he was a warrior was one thing, but seeing the evidence made her suck in a breath.
As he unbuttoned his jeans and then kicked them across the floor, all coherent thought fled. Her gaze followed his happy trail down to his cloth-covered erection. His enormous erection. Gwen swallowed hard and focused on calming her racing heartbeat.
“Last chance, princess. If you want to change your mind, do it now.” Luke’s deep voice vibrated hoarsely, pulling her focus from his cock to his face.
His eyes burned like molten caramel. As he stepped closer, the scent of pine and the heat of his desire enveloped her, making her sex quiver in response.
Chapter 12
Merlin waited for Gwen to answer. As she contemplated him, her emerald-green eyes glowed with emotion. He could almost sense her thoughts going back and forth on whether to take the chance. He wanted her to say yes and focused on trying to calm his raging erection.
There was no doubt she wanted him. When he’d removed her jeans, the honeysuckle scent of her arousal had almost brought him to his knees. But he wouldn’t touch her until she answered him even though his need almost overwhelmed his restraint. His hands itched to slide along her silky skin, to kiss her neck and taste her, inhale her sweet scent. Honeysuckle. The flower would always make him think of her now.
Merlin barely heard the whispered word as she breathlessly said, “Yes.”
But that one word was all he needed, what he’d been waiting for, and now, he had his answer. It took all his restraint not to toss her onto the bed. She looked so fragile as she bit her bottom lip. Forcing himself to be gentle, Merlin slid his arms around her waist and tugged her against him, her breasts brushing his chest. So soft.
His erection pulsed between them. She moaned and squirmed against him, and he groaned, his willpower threadbare. The tip of his finger lifted her chin. He needed to read her eyes, and his breath caught in his throat at her awed expression.Beautiful. His.The words flashed in his thoughts, and he didn’t deny them.
“I’m going to love every inch of you until you scream my name. Then I’m going to do it all over again,” he murmured against her lips as his hand slid through her silky curls to cup the back of her head.
Gwen’s soft moan parted her lips and allowed him access. He took possession of her mouth, his tongue dueling with hers. She tasted like red wine and desire. He lifted her and placed her on the bed and stepped back to rein in his emotions.
Longing glittered in her emerald-green eyes, weakening his knees.
“What’s wrong?” she whispered, her lips barely moving.
“I don’t want to hurt you…”
“You won’t, you can’t. I want this.”
“But…”
“No, Luke. You gave me the choice, and I chose you. No turning back now.”
Merlin swallowed his groan. The woman did not understand. Her flushed cheeks and swollen lips triggered feelings he wasn’t ready to acknowledge. Instead, he focused on the petite redhead on the bed in white lace.
He climbed onto the bed like a predator stalking its prey until his erection rested against her stomach. Lowering, he balanced on his elbows. Eyelids drifting shut, she shivered as he nibbled her earlobe and licked just under her ear. His mouth darting farther down, he licked and nibbled until he reached her lace-covered breasts.
