Coming In From the Cold(33)

Willow looked down at her breasts, so round and creamy in the  candlelight, their nipples taut. "You noticed? It's another side effect  of pregnancy. None of my bras fit anymore."

She really had no idea what she did to him. "I memorized your body,  Willow. Because I was sure I'd never get to touch it again." He cupped  her breasts and she winced. He stilled his hand. "That hurts?"

"They're tender."

He lightened his touch, his thumbs just grazing the swollen skin. He  pulled her closer, craning his neck. His tongue lightly swept her  nipple, which hardened like a pebble where he licked it. Then,  supporting her shoulders, he raised her body over his. He opened his  lips wide, just resting her breast inside his mouth, holding her aloft  to minimize the pressure. Her nipple wet, Willow moaned, her face  falling into his hair.

He guided her body back down onto his. He'd worn only athletic pants  lately, since they fit over the brace on his knee. The soft pants also  accommodated his raging hard-on, which was now right between Willow's  legs. As she kissed him, her body rubbed against his. She sighed into  his mouth, her hands gripping his back, his neck, roaming into his hair.

He felt like a grenade with the pin pulled.

Dane slipped a hand down the back of the stretchy yoga pants she wore,  cupping her bottom. He pushed down the fabric with his other hand,  slipping down her pants and her panties together. "Let's get rid of  these," he said.





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Willow rolled to the side, avoiding his injured leg. She slipped off the  rest of her clothes. "Take off your shirt," she demanded, feeling giddy  when he quickly shucked it off. God, he was beautiful. She reached for  him, caressing the exquisite muscles on his chest. She could happily  traverse the geography of his torso for hours.                       
       
           



       

Dane scooped one long arm under her knees and swung her across his lap.  As one of his big hands traveled down her sternum, Willow got goose  bumps. She knew she ought to feel vulnerable right now. Here she was,  giving herself to him again. He was a risk, and she was at a frightening  juncture in her own life. But his solid body felt like home, and the  warmth of his skin soothed her fears.

She twined her fingers in his hair and kissed him again. He sucked on  her tongue while his fingers grazed her belly, then slipped between her  legs. When he found the deep slick of wetness waiting there, they  groaned together. She gasped as he palmed her, spreading the moisture  everywhere.

Desire flooding her, Willow clung to his neck, kissing him urgently.  Dane slid two fingers inside. As his thumb stroked her swollen bud, she  became dizzy with arousal, her hips twitching as he touched her. Her  bottom grazed the tip of his cock every time she moved. The heat  blooming between her legs was unbearable. "I want you," she murmured.

"You'll have me," he whispered. "Soon."

But he didn't stop. Instead, he thumbed her clit in long, insistent  strokes. She was so turned on that every breath brought her closer to  the edge. "Oh, Dane," she said. "You'll make me … "

"Come," he said, covering her mouth with his. His fingers plunged inside again, his hand caressing her to even higher heights.

She groaned and felt her body gather into itself, her senses  concentrating under his touch. Willow felt the shimmer of orgasm begin,  then break across her body like a wave. He kissed her hard as her body  contracted, gripping his fingers like an embrace.

His powerful arms tightened around her, and with them came a moment of  déjà vu. The very first time he'd touched her had felt just like  this-strong but worshipful. From the very beginning, the abundant  tenderness of his touch had never wavered. His words had put her through  so much misery, but his body had always revealed his true feelings. The  truth was there in his first kiss goodbye, and even his grasping hands  when he was wracked with fever.

Dane's touch had never lied.

Willow tucked her head against his chin and tried to catch her breath.  He rocked her gently in his embrace. "Sweet thing," he whispered.  "Holding you makes me so happy."

Her heart fluttered to hear it. The path forward would not be smooth.  But if he was determined to find it, then just maybe they would.





Twenty-seven





Dane held her as she came down, her heart rate slowing, her face  flushed. His balls throbbed, and for once it was an excellent problem.  Because they had all night. And tomorrow. And, if his luck held, many  days after that. Her skin against his was a balm for everything that  pained him. The quiet contentment that he felt in his chest was a brand  new thing.

Eventually Willow began to stir again, her lips brushing his pecs, her  eyes flickering into his. He drank it in, sighing as her fingers teased  the curly hairs running down his belly. Then she rolled off him, her  feet finding the floor next to the bed. Leaning over, she kissed her way  from his belly button to the waistband of his athletic pants. His  breath hitched when she teased her finger underneath.

She looked up then, a smile on her perfect lips. "Help me do this without hurting you," she said.

Dane pressed his hips off the bed, allowing Willow to draw his pants and  boxers down to his thighs. She hovered over him then, her hair draping  on his belly, hiding her face. He could only feel it, not see it, as she  slowly lowered her tongue to the base of his cock, then licked her way  from the base to the tip. "Oh, fuck," he gasped. She flicked her tongue  over the tip of him again, and the sensation nearly sent him through the  roof.

He was panting when she stood up again, tugging on his trousers. Dane  kicked them off of his good leg, and then she moved down the bed, her  bare skin golden in the candlelight, and eased the clothing over his  broken leg. She bent over to examine his knee, the surgical wound  visible through the cutout in the brace. "Ouch," she said, meeting his  eyes.

He chuckled, stretching back against the headboard. "I'm not really feeling any pain right now."

"We'll try to keep it that way." She slipped onto the bed, gently  straddling him. Her hands grazed his pecs, her thumbs teasing his  nipples. She leaned over to kiss his neck, and the line of his beard up  his face. She licked and teased and nibbled, and Dane cupped her bottom  with eager hands. He wanted her so badly.

She sat back, her face serious. "Can I put pressure right here?" she asked, a hand reaching back to the top of his thigh.

"Try it."                       
       
           



       

Willow sat back carefully on his hips, her bottom grazing his thighs.  Only then did she curve her fingers around his cock. "Is this okay?"

"No problem," he gasped, and she smiled at the strangled sound of his pleasure.

She stroked him very gently, but his eager body wanted so much more. He  yearned to wrench his hips up off the bed and roughen her stroke. But it  wasn't just his injured knee that held him back. He would savor this.  It wasn't just an erotic hour that Willow was offering him, but a chance  to have something much more beautiful and lasting. It was a gift, and  Dane wanted to appreciate every second.

All at once, Willow rose up, guiding him underneath her body. Her eyes  on his, she sank down on him very slowly, inch by tantalizing inch. "Oh,  Willow," he gasped. The sensation was so overwhelming that he had to  close his eyes. He felt her rise up over him again, then sink  exquisitely down once more. The stunning grip of her wet body around his  made him pant. Every nerve ending he owned stood at attention. She  moved again, this time squeezing his cock from inside her body.  "Christ," he said. "You're killing me."

"Kegel exercises," she said. "Pregnant women are supposed to tone up."

He put both of his hands down on her hips, holding her still. "Whew.  Hang on a second." Dane flopped his head back against the headboard. He  hadn't felt so trigger-happy since he was a teenager. But she didn't  obey, instead squeezing him inside her again.

Christ. Christ. Christ. He took another deep breath.

Willow grasped his hands, moving them from her hips to her lower back. "Dane, look at me."

He obeyed, opening his eyes. She arched back into his hands, then rose  up, giving him a full view of the place where his wet cock disappeared  inside her. She sank down again, her heavy breasts jiggling slightly as  she rode him. He sucked in air, trying to hold himself together.

She stilled her body again, leaning forward, her hair dangling in front of her nipples. "Now I need to know something."

He looked up at her, speechless.