Thinking of her taste made him throb. He couldn't wait to lick, suck and nibble on every inch of her fragrant skin, and he would; her breasts, her belly...between her soft, tender thighs.
He held back the groan the visual caused.
Fallon's skin was warm and silky and he wanted to rub himself all over her.
Lazily, as if he wasn't on the verge of exploding, he cupped a hand over her left breast-for the moment, steering clear of her scars. Even through her bra and shirt, he found her stiffened nipple with his thumb and strummed over it, drawing it tighter.
She ended the kiss with a sharp breath.
Intent on devastating her, Justice took her mouth again. With a tilt of his head he deepened the kiss, eating at her soft mouth until she melted against him. Carefully, reining in the lust so he could go slowly, he slipped his hand under the hem of her shirt. He forced himself to go slow, to be content stroking his fingers over her narrow waist, absorbing the warmth of her skin before sliding his palm up her side, feeling her through her bra, teasing his fingertips over the upper swell-and then, with only the barest hesitation, he tucked his palm inside to hold her bare flesh.
She quickly ended the kiss again to stare at him with dark, dazed eyes, hazy with need.
Forcing the sturdy bra cup lower, Justice cuddled her breast in his hand. "You little faker," he murmured, loving the fullness of her, the weight of her heavy breast. "How come your bra hides this?"
"This?" she rasped as her eyes sank shut.
"How large you are." God, she was stacked and he hadn't even realized it. "Don't get me wrong, it's a nice surprise, but you must squish these poor babies down."
"Minimizer bra," she gasped, distracted by how he touched her.
"What woman wants to minimize her rack? You should be showing it off."
She dropped her head back with a strained sound of pleasure. "I didn't want attention...ah, Justice."
Tugging her hands away from his neck, he held them both in one of his and pressed them to the wall above her head. His heart drummed furiously as he found the front closure to her bra and with a practiced flick of his fingers, released it. "Ah, that's better." Putting a tiny bit of space between them, he inched up her shirt until he could see her.
Breathing became a struggle.
Her utilitarian white bra had done a hell of a job restraining her lush breasts, now snugly framed by the cotton cups. Could a woman be more beautiful? He didn't think so.
With the shirt tucked up high, her scars remained hidden. Hopefully, that would keep her confidence in place, at least for now.
Holding her wrists over her head, Justice studied her. She had a rockin' body, more so than anyone would guess.
He stroked the backs of his knuckles over her midriff. "You look like this, and no one knows except me." His gaze came up to meet hers. "It's going to make me extra nuts every time I see you in your casual clothes."
She shifted, but didn't pull her hands free. Sultry need darkened her gaze. "You're embarrassing me."
"Nah, I'm turning you on." Lightly, he tugged at one nipple. "But just you wait." He leaned down and, after dampening the nipple with his tongue, drew it into his mouth to suck hungrily.
Her high, vibrating moan felt like a stroke to his dick.
She pulled her hands away from his, but only to press him closer. "Oh, God," she whispered.
He loved how she curled into him, and how she gasped for air.
Moving to her other breast, he gently nuzzled while using his fingers to play with the nipple he'd left wet and tight. He was now close to her scars, but she didn't seem to notice.
"Justice, please..."
Intent on keeping her thoughts scattered, he pressed one thigh between her legs, his hand clasping her bottom and rocking her while he leisurely enjoyed her breasts.
When her breathing turned ragged, broken only by small, desperate moans, Justice gave in to the urge to know more of her. Murmuring to her, he coasted a hand over her smooth belly down to her pelvis, then over the crotch of her pants.
Her fingertips dug into his shoulders.
"Easy now." Holding her, letting her get used to his hand between her thighs, he kissed a path back up her chest, her throat and to her mouth.
This time it was her kissing him with demanding intensity, and when she moved against his palm, sharing her need without words, he knew she was getting closer.
Not quite there, but maybe-
"My legs are shaking," she whispered breathlessly. "I need to sit down."
He scooped her up and took her to the bed, lowering her to her back, and as he straightened, he took her shirt with him, stripping it off over her head in one smooth movement.
She gasped and quickly covered her upper body. Shock widened her eyes, but he wouldn't let her dwell on anything but the need.
"My hands are bigger." Slowly, one by one, Justice caught each wrist and pressed her arms up to either side of her head. "Let me."
She closed her eyes, turned her head away.
Sitting beside her, he brushed the bra cups away and just looked at her. She was such a slender woman, her rib cage narrow, her stomach showing only the slightest, sexy curve. With each fast breath, her lush breasts rose and fell. A pulse beat frantically in her throat. Her nipples were flushed dark, stiff and still damp from his mouth.
Using care, he covered her with his palms, cupping his fingers around each breast.
Firm, full and so damned soft. Her nipples were stiff against his palms. He closed his eyes at the sensation, but only for a moment. He didn't want to miss a thing.
"Justice?"
She sounded as affected as him but also anxious to know his thoughts.
Of course he saw the scars, and he didn't shy away from looking at them. Fallon wasn't a dummy; she'd catch on real quick if he tried to pretend they weren't there. She watched him so closely, he didn't bother hiding anything he thought or felt.
"Say something," she whispered.
"I don't know what to say. I'm struggling to go slow here, babe. But you're everything I imagined and a hell of a lot more." He gave her body quick scrutiny and admitted, "Your boobs are so much bigger than I expected."
Blinking at him in surprise, Fallon's mouth twitched. "My...boobs?"
"Should I have said breasts? I should have, right?" He continued to caress her as he spoke. "You're a classy lady and probably don't hear things like-"
Fallon touched his mouth. "I want you to be you, Justice. You don't have to say anything differently. You just took me by surprise."
In a growl, he said, "I want you so bad, I'm starting to sweat."
Relief filled her eyes and her smile widened. "That's so romantic."
"Are you teasing me?" he asked, pleased to see her tension visibly ebbing away.
She nodded. "You're making me nuts, too. I've never felt like this."
"'Cuz no man's ever done this to you before." He had to keep reminding himself of that. She was a virgin, and her one attempt at sex had been botched, thanks to Marcus-the prick.
"Yes, but I promise, you don't have to treat me with kid gloves. I just want to be like every other woman."
Only she wasn't, not to him. "The way you react to me..." He got his attention off her body long enough to look into her beautiful eyes. He saw the same heat and need reflected in her expression that he suffered. Even as he held her breasts, he felt her trembling. "God, Fallon, that's such a turn-on. I'm on a hair trigger here, but this is your first time so I wanna go slow. This is special."
She bit her lip, then asked, "Because I'm a virgin?"
"Because you're you," he said with grave seriousness. "Because you're special."
She pressed a hand to his jaw. "So...not because I'm scarred?"
Frowning, Justice lightly touched the roughened skin on her shoulder, part of her chest and the top of her breast. She resisted, trying to stop him, but he did as he pleased anyway.
Even when she went stiff, he didn't let that sway him.
"They're just marks, honey. Emotionally, they're huge, I know. But physically, they aren't a big deal at all." He glanced at her face, saw her eyes were squeezed shut and asked, "Does it bother you that my ears are thicker?"
Her eyes popped open. "What?"
"From fighting. I have some cauliflower ear goin' on. Not as bad as some I've seen, but I notice it. My right ear is worse than the left. Doesn't mean enough to me to want to do surgery or anything-"
"You're gorgeous!"
A grin tugged at his mouth. No woman had ever angrily shouted that at him before. "My nose has been broken a few times, too. No way could you have missed the kink there. It's crooked as hell."
"Maybe a little, but it just adds to your appeal."
Did her blindness to his flaws mean she, too, cared beyond the sexual attraction? He hoped so, but with Fallon it was tough to tell. She'd lived such a sheltered life, and because he refused to count Marcus, Justice was, in effect, her first adult boyfriend. He was the first to be sexual with her. He was the lucky bastard who happened to show up when she decided to spread her wings.
While he had her talking again, he reached down to open her slacks. "See, that's how it is for me, too. I look at you and you're so hot, so sexy, who cares about a few scars? I sure as hell don't."