"Marcus did."
Scowling, he stripped the pants off her, taking her panties, too. She gasped, but didn't object. Looking her over, Justice fought for control. "Let's don't ever say his name again, okay? Definitely not at times like this." He drew her upright, untangled the bra straps from her arms and tossed it with her pants.
"But-"
He levered her back down on the bed. "He's an idiot not worth your breath." Because he couldn't resist, he briefly trailed his fingers down her body, ending at the neat triangle of dark pubic hair. She kept her legs together, but he didn't let it bother him as he stroked her, then on impulse, he bent to kiss her hip bone.
Her breath hitched and she blurted, "I told you I had a scar on my leg, too-"
He stood and stripped off his jeans.
That got her quiet. And alert.
While he looked at her naked body, she visually explored his. Justice didn't mind. She could look all she wanted.
He sure planned to.
Fallon cleared her throat. "You're...impressive."
"My dick?"
She half laughed, half coughed. "I meant all of you. You're so hard all over."
"Especially my dick."
This time the sound she made was all humor. "Are you trying to amuse me?"
"Trying to get you to relax." Standing close to the bed, he again trailed his fingertips over her body, starting with her breasts, down to her stomach, over a hip bone and to her outer thigh where he touched the other scar, the one where they'd taken skin to treat her burns. A donor site, she'd told him.
This scar was flatter, a neat rectangle with a grid-like pattern to it.
Though she didn't fight him, Justice chose not to linger there. He had the rest of her to play with, too.
He went back to caressing the taut muscles of her thighs. "Ease up, honey."
"I don't want to ease up," she said. "I want to touch you like you're touching me."
"Yeah," he growled, thinking about her small hands on him. "I'd like that, too." Control, he reminded himself. "If you relax, I can touch you more."
Reaching for him, she said, "I'll relax more if you kiss me."
"Is that so?" Justice willingly came down beside her, pulling her close against him. She automatically lifted a leg over his, and when he felt the heat of her against him, he damn near lost it. Tangling a hand in her silky hair, he drew her face up to his and kissed her hard, sinking his tongue into her mouth, stealing her small groan.
With his free hand, he touched her everywhere, sweeping over her body, wanting to learn all of her, her every secret. He loved the softness of her skin, disrupted only by the scars.
"Shh," he murmured, when she shied away from his touch. Deliberately, he cupped her breast, letting his long fingers stretch up to the scar. He lifted his head to look into her eyes, saying just as quietly, "No secrets between us, okay?"
After several heartbeats, she cautiously nodded.
"I like touching you, Fallon. I don't want any hang-ups in the way."
She nodded again, then whispered, "Okay."
"You're beautiful and sexy. Believe me?"
Her mouth twitched even as her eyes grew damp. On a choked laugh, she agreed. "Okay."
Damn, she was special. He took her mouth again, voracious in his need, while he cuddled her plump backside, stroked her slender thighs and her downy soft stomach. With each caress, Fallon squirmed against him, into him, her hands on his shoulders holding him tight.
Justice couldn't get enough, fast enough.
Urging her to her back, he bent to one nipple, sucking strongly, insistently, and at the same time worked his fingers between her legs.
This time she was pliant, willingly giving him access, even arching up to him. He took his time exploring her, growing bolder with each touch.
Shifting restlessly, she groaned.
With one finger he stroked over the sleek, swollen folds until they parted, then he pressed in to the second knuckle. She was creamy wet, so damned hot and tight.
Her inner muscles clamped down on him, and he felt a surge of lust so strong, he almost came.
After taking a moment to regain his control, he levered up to his elbow and watched her expressions while he slowly worked his finger deeper inside her.
Her thick lashes were lowered, her eyes glazed with sultry need. A rosy flush colored her cheeks.
"Damn," he rasped, before looking down her body. The sight of his rough hand between her tender, parted thighs gained all his attention.
He added a second finger and her thighs spread wider, her hips lifting into the touch.
Such a natural, carnal reaction; Justice liked that a lot.
He liked having her all stretched out, shivering with pleasure, waiting for him to continue...yeah, as hot as it got.
He brought his thumb up to her clit and watched her slender body tense. He forgot that he was trying to take it easy with her, that he wanted her to feel cherished.
He went blind to everything but having her.
On a path down her heated body, he licked, kissed, taunted with his teeth, until finally he settled himself between her spread thighs. In a voice gravelly with lust, he asked, "You want this, don't you?" He needed to hear her say it.
Taut with expectation, Fallon dropped an arm over her eyes and kept quiet-except for her harsh, unsteady breathing.
Justice lifted her thighs over his shoulders, pressed his face close and inhaled the scent of sweet, aroused woman. Heady stuff. Using just his fingertips, he parted her sex, drew his tongue along the glistening pink flesh, up and over the little stiffened clitoris.
The taste of her here only made him greedier for more.
As he ate at her, Fallon cried out over the sharp sensations.
"Tell me, Fallon," he growled, licking over her again, pressing his tongue into her heat to gather every drop of her excitement.
She whimpered, "Yes."
Keeping her still with one hand flattened on her stomach, he closed his mouth around her, using his tongue to mimic the sex act, then curling it around her clit and tugging rhythmically.
She almost came undone-and he loved it. His erection pressed into the mattress; he was so damned hard, throbbing with his need, he knew he'd lose it the minute he got inside her. Before that, he had to guarantee her climax.
He would not leave her with regrets.
When her hips began to move in time to her small gasping breaths, he knew she was close. Again he pressed two long fingers into her, stretching up inside her as far as he could go.
She was drenched, bathing his fingers, her body ripe and ready, trembling on the cusp of release.
Knowing it'd make this first time easier for her, he thrust in and out, twisting his hand each time, stretching her. She coiled tighter and tighter-and suddenly the climax hit her.
Wet heat accompanied her raw cries and the urgent, uncontrolled movements of her body. Pleasure contorted her expression, her release real and honest.
It was the hottest, most exciting thing ever, and it set him off.
The second she began to ease, her legs going lax, Justice stood. He damn near pulled the drawer out of the nightstand in his rush to find a condom. He jerked the packet open with his teeth and looked at Fallon with a burning gaze while he rolled on the protection.
Her thighs were sprawled, her long lashes resting on her cheeks damp with perspiration, her breasts heaving as she continued to gulp deep breaths.
Coming down over her, Justice kissed her parted lips and kneed her thighs wider. "I'm in a bad way here, honey, or I'd give you more time to recoup."
With a visible effort, her slumberous eyes opened. "I don't need time," she breathed. "I just need you."
She knew how to level him.
Justice put a forearm under her, raising her hips and instructed, "Put your legs around me."
Languidly, she did as ordered.
His vision narrowed until he saw only her. "Hold on tight."
"Yes, sir." Smiling, she looped her limp arms around his neck.
He promised, "Next time I'll be easier." He adjusted the head of his erection against her, nudged forward and, without warning, drove his full length into her.
Well, that took care of her smile.
She gasped hard, her fingertips digging into his shoulders.
Growling with the pleasure of it, Justice did his best to hold still when every fiber of his being told him to move. "You're so tight."
She tried to shift and he groaned. Immediately, she went still again.
"It'll be fine in a second." At least he hoped that was true. He couldn't think of any other virgins he'd had. Not even back in high school.
"I'm...I'm okay."
"I know it." His voice was rough, but he couldn't help it. Caught in an unfamiliar maelstrom of physical need and incredible emotion, he nuzzled her lips. "You sure you know it, too?"
"Yes. Sorry. You just surprised me."
Even now, in a haze of lust, he couldn't resist teasing her. "You thought we'd be doing something else?" Talking was pretty damned tough. The hot, sleek grip of her body squeezing around his cock in little aftershocks left him rigid from head to toes. Her lush breasts cushioned his chest, and her nipples were still drawn tight. Her breath fanned his collarbone, adding to his fever.
It was like very sweet torture, but he was determined not to hurt her.
"Justice?"
"Hmm?"
"Will you kiss me again?"
On a vibrating groan, he took her mouth. Hell, he could lose himself in kissing her. He ruthlessly held himself in check until she finally unclenched. The second she did, he drew back, only to slide in deeply again. She freed her mouth on a soft, high-pitched cry.