"Everything's fine." She stepped closer. "Totally fine." Moved even closer until her br**sts grazed his chest, beading ni**les peaking the lace to tease along his skin. "The doctor said no restrictions. Although I don't think he'd be pleased if we strung up a trapeze."
"A trapeze, huh?"
She traced the corner of his smile with the tip of her tongue. "I'm not particularly graceful right now, anyway."
"I disagree." Something he intended to confirm. With his mouth. Starting now.
He kissed her, deep, moist and so damn hot, hands busy finding their way around purple lace, unhooking, skimming down and off. Passion combusted higher than any fan could combat.
Months of abstinence stoked the flame from red to blue. Bluer still until nothing but white light dotted behind his eye as he remembered how close he'd come to never being with her again.
Rena ripped at his T-shirt, yanked it up and off while he kicked free his boxers. Her body melded to his.
She sighed, damp breath caressing his chest, kisses and nips following. "I've missed this so much, missed you."
They were in total agreement on that. He cupped her breast, thumbed over the beading nipple, tugged, increasing gentle pressure between two fingers until she arched into his palm. "Why can't it all be this easy?"
"Shh." He soothed with his mouth and hands. "Right now it can be."
Creamy skin. All for him. No barriers. He dipped his face to her breast.
She was right. This was so easy, losing himself in the taste, scent, feel of her. No roar in his head other than the blood charging through his veins.
And even as he touched her in every place he knew she enjoyed, even as she reciprocated, somehow it all felt new. As powerful, impulsive—reckless—as their first time.
Without the fumbling.
He stroked down her side, delved past damp lace to trace along her folds, dip two fingers into even damper heat that contracted around his touch. Her nipple grew even harder in his mouth as she moaned.
Flat surface. He needed one. Now. Sooner.
His mind raced with options, the Astroturf floor too rough, the bed too far away. Time for creativity.
Turning, he backed her toward the weight bench, and thank goodness she seemed too absorbed in cupping his ass to question his intent since—oh yeah, her soft hand slipped around front—no way did he want to move his mouth from his current sweet target long enough to explain himself.
Bending forward, he eased her down along the bench, then knelt between her knees.
Her hands glided along and off his shoulders as she relaxed against the padded bench. "So much better than any trapeze."
"Hell, woman, you turn me inside out anywhere, anytime, and you know it."
Skimming her panties down slender legs and off, he flung aside the purple lace. He hooked her knees around his arms, spread her thighs slightly, her upper body totally there and on display just for him. For his hands. For his mouth.
He pressed his lips to her ankle, over to the still-pink scar from her stitches as if he could take all her pain into himself. He nuzzled the crook of her knee, worked his way up, and man, but did she ever sigh and make all those sweet sounds to guide him. Affirmations somehow became clearer, more arousing now that he realized how close he'd come to losing her.
His smile caressed her inner thigh just before he continued his path up until her scent filled his senses—roses and pure her.
"Yes," she sighed.
Again, he heard, agreed, settled between her legs and parted her to drink, deeper, fuller, his tongue circling the tight bundle of nerves. Her next sigh hitched on a sweet whimper-moan that encouraged. Urged. Guiding him to what she wanted, needed now, right now from his hands and mouth.
From him.
And then he heard the sweetest sound of all in her completion. But different, edgier somehow. Torn from her throat in a way he totally understood because this woman tore the breath from him sometimes.
J.T. pressed a lingering kiss that drew another tremble of aftershocks from her.
He may not be able to control forever with Rena, but he could make sure he heard that echoing completion again tonight. And again after that until she was damn near hyperventilating, if he had his way.