The Movie Star's Red Hot Holiday Fling(18)

“How’s your leg holding up?” he asked.

Her thigh ached, but she no longer shied away from Blake’s concern. “It’s a little sore,” she admitted.

He picked up a bottle of her sister’s homemade lotion. “The sauna and a rubdown should loosen the tension.”

Again, she felt the tug for something more than sex pull deep. Blake had arranged for the wedding guests to receive free samples of Hannah’s products at his cost. He was an honorable man. And yet, he’d told her he wasn’t worthy of her.

She wanted to know why he felt that way. But as much as she wanted to chip away at the armor guarding his heart, she’d didn’t dare cross that boundary. “You offering?” she asked, keeping her voice light. She’d signed on for temporary duty, not permanent detail.

“You bet.” He tilted his head toward the cedar-planked room as he finished racking their weights. “Let’s go.”

She lifted two towels from the shelf next to the glass door and minutes later, gave herself over to his touch.

He kneaded the knots in her leg. “How does that feel?” he asked.

“Better.”

She’d been so afraid that Blake would be turned off by her scars, but he hadn’t flinched when he’d seen the jagged line after their frenzied lovemaking the first night they’d been together. Nor had he been repulsed by the puckering of her skin—the raw evidence of the doctors’ efforts to give her a functioning leg.

There was only heat in his emerald eyes as he relieved the cramps stabbing her thigh. And the passion flaring between them as she lay naked on the oversized bath towel made her feel like the most beautiful woman in the world.

A strange hollow feeling moved into her chest. Christmas had come and gone. New Year’s Eve loomed. Soon after that, Blake would return to California. She didn’t want to think about him leaving. But with their fling coming to an end, she wondered how she’d ever find another man like him.

He’d given her the key to reenter her family faster than any of the head doctors’ attempts to reintegrate her. Somehow, being with him, she belonged to her people again. She ached for him and for the young man who had been given so much responsibility at such a young age. He’d wanted the very thing she had tried to run away from—supportive parents.

He was so much more than the persona he showed the world. The Quinn Sawyer movies only revealed a hint of Blake’s strength. Strength on which she’d become accustomed to relying on.

And that was dangerous.

Jessie stomped on the confusion muddling her thoughts, buried it under her hunger for the simplicity of pure sex without all the messy emotional entanglements. Neither one of them needed the complications. “My leg feels much better, but I’ve got a twinge somewhere else,” she said.

The corner of his mouth tipped up. “Show me where it hurts.” He caressed the swell of her hips. “I’ll do my best to take care of you.”

She touched her taut nipple with her index finger. “Here.”

He caressed the bud. “Definitely needs help.” He lowered his head to draw it into his hot mouth.

“Whatever you’re doing, don’t stop.” She twisted her fingers in his hair, riding the crest of exquisite spasms each sweep of his tongue created.

Blake cupped her other breast, teasing the sensitized tip, driving her closer to the brink. A moist, exquisite ache settled between her thighs. Jessie lifted her hips, felt his shaft against her pelvis. She longed to feel him plunge deep inside her again, to bring her over the abyss.

He flashed her a look, feral and sexy as hell, as he stroked the length of her torso, circling closer to her sensitized core. She spread her legs and hitched higher to meet his touch. Sobbed with relief when he probed into her slick folds and rubbed her swollen nub of nerves.

“I want you to come for me,” he said, sliding his finger into her, grazing her clitoris with his thumb pad.

She convulsed, raising her hips higher. Ripples of sheer pleasure pulsed through her center. No man had ever had this kind of exhilarating dominion over her, and she loved being at his mercy. “Blake,” she cried.

“It’s all for you, Jessie,” he promised, then licked the underside of her breasts, nibbling lower and lower still.

She followed his movement, her hands in his hair, until his mouth replaced his fingers. “You can’t.”

He gave her another sexy glance. “Oh yes I can.”

Her body throbbed. Every cell she possessed was charged, every breath a challenge. The thundering sound of her heartbeat was so intense, she heard it roaring in her ears.

Magic.

What he made her feel was intoxicating. Over and over he feasted on her with his mouth, his finger rhythmically mimicking his intimate possession. And she lost herself to the waves building deep inside her until stars burst behind her eyes.