The slight huskiness in her voice sent heat racing to his loins and practically shot his good intentions all to hell. “It’s safer, that’s why,” he muttered.
Safer for him, safer for her. Because she deserved more than he’d ever be able to give her.
The bedsprings squeaked as she rose. She stopped in front of him—not touching him but close enough for him to feel the heat of her body, see the warm sparkle of desire in her eyes. It took every ounce of his control to simply stand there and not reach for her.
“I’ve spent most of my life seeking safety, and I’m tired of it. I’m not asking for a commitment, just the remainder of the night.” She hesitated, and a hint of laughter ran through the emotive swirl surrounding her. “If you think your leg is up to it, of course.”
The leg was up to it; he just didn’t think his heart was. She wasn’t like the other women he’d slept with. They’d been little more than temporary shields against the loneliness. He’d been able to walk away without remorse, his heart intact and untroubled. Maddie was different.
He reached out, gently cupping her cheek. She leaned into his hand for a moment, then brushed a kiss across his palm. Heat shivered through his soul.
“I’m trying to be honorable here. It’s something of a first for me.”
“Then treat me as you treated the others. Just give me the night before you make me leave in the morning.”
“I can’t—”
“Hush.” She leaned forward and kissed his lips, her mouth warm and soft against his. “Don’t think,” she murmured, “just feel. If only for this one night.”
He groaned and pulled her into his arms. He’d never been a saint, and he certainly wasn’t made of stone. And he just had to hope he had the strength to watch her walk away in the morning, because he certainly couldn’t let her go right now.
Her mouth invited greater exploration. He tasted her deeply, urgently, and she matched his fire, making a rough, needy sound in the back of her throat as she wrapped her arms around his neck.
He scooped her up in his arms and walked the remaining few steps to the bed. A twinge of pain ran down his leg as he laid her down, but he ignored it and stripped off his shorts, lying down beside her.
“You’re naked.” She ran her hand down his chest to his stomach, then lower.
Trying to ignore the sensations flooding heat through his body, he skimmed his hand under her T-shirt and gently teased a nipple.
“You’re not,” he murmured and leaned forward, laving his tongue up her neck and around her ear.
A sigh that was close to a shudder escaped her lips. “Wait.” She slipped the shirt over her head and tossed it onto the floor. Her panties quickly followed.
He ran his hand down the warm, silky length of her, imprinting every curve in his mind, from the gentle swell of her breasts to the lean roundness of her thighs. Claiming her lips again, he caressed the warmth between her legs until she grew slick and he felt the tremors building in her body. Then he retreated, skimming his hand back up to her breast.
“The man is a tease,” she said, a hint of laughter coiling through the huskiness of her voice. “But two can play that game.”
Her tongue made a moist trail of fire down his chest. She traced the outline of his belly button for several seconds, then went on, until he felt the wet heat of her mouth encase him. He groaned and arched upward, fighting the fierce and sudden ache in his groin. Then her touch left him, trailing fire back up to his chest.
“Going to play fair now?” She raised up on her elbows and dropped dainty kisses on his lips and cheek.
He smiled and lightly nipped her lip. “Nope,” he said, rolling so that she was beneath him. He caught her hands, linking his fingers through hers before gently drawing her hands above her head.
He took her nipple in his mouth, rolling it over his tongue and teeth, sucking deeply. She twisted beneath him, her small sounds of pleasure gnawing away at his self-control. He could hear her heart pounding a rhythm that was as erratic as the pulsing in his groin.
“Oh God, Jon,” she whispered, kissing his hair, his ears, and his neck. “Touch me.”
He pressed his knee between hers, nudging them apart. With his free hand he touched her, delving into her moistness, caressing the most sensitive part of her. She arched up to meet him, her soft cries becoming more urgent, more intense.
“Come on, my love,” he whispered, and he claimed her mouth, kissing her fiercely. She shuddered against him, breath ragged as she clung to him.
“I need you,” she whispered and touched his hips, drawing him toward her.
He joined her in one sure stroke. She urged him on, meeting every thrust with a small cry of pleasure that cut through his soul. Her breathing quickened again, then another shudder rippled through her body and broke what remained of his control.
“Maddie!” he cried, as the power of his own release tore through him. His arms collapsed, and he rolled sideways, not wanting to crush her with his weight. He lay still for several minutes, his chest heaving as he battled for breath.
“How’s the leg?” she asked softly.