A Beauty Uncovered (Secrets of Eden 2)

Sam paused only a moment in taking in the hard lines of his chest to follow the trail of rippled skin that ran down his shoulder and over the heart that beat like a bass drum in his rib cage. Then her palm went to it. Sam covered his heart with her hand and then traveled the path back up his neck to touch the scarred side of his face.

Brody fought the urge to pull away from her touch. He always pulled away. He didn’t like the idea of anyone touching his scars. His injuries were bad enough to look at, even more distressing to feel. Sam didn’t seem to agree. She was determined to challenge his every barrier. There wasn’t the slightest flinch of disgust as she cupped his cheek and drew his mouth to hers.

He kissed her again, the thoughts of his scars fading away. It was done. She hadn’t run. Now he could try to focus on other things. His hands moved to her waist, gliding easily over the slick fabric of her top. His fingers pulled at the material, tugging it out from the waist of her skirt so he could make contact with her bare skin. Unlike Brody with his rough scars, Sam’s skin was flawless and silky soft to the touch. She was delicate and feminine and beautiful, so different from himself. He loved the feel of her against his palms as they ran over her back and around her sides to brush the edge of her rib cage.

Sam gasped against his lips and pulled away. Brody froze in his tracks and frowned nervously. “What did I do?”

She shook her head and smiled. “Nothing. Your hands are just a little cold for such a sensitive spot.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I can take care of it,” she said. In one fluid movement, her arms twisted around her torso and pulled her top up and over her head.

Brody’s mouth went dry as a desert when he was faced with the sight of her breasts confined in a black lace bra. They were large and full, threatening to spill over the scalloped edge of the cups that were stitched with tiny crystals. She was a buxom pin-up girl come to life in his bedroom. He tried to swallow, but the lump in his throat stayed stubbornly in place.

Sam reached behind herself and unfastened her bra. It dropped to the floor, exposing the very things he’d been admiring. They were lovely. Brody had seen his share of breasts in magazines and movies, but they didn’t prepare him for this moment. The full pale globes had tight pink tips. He ached to touch them but couldn’t make himself move.

Sam reached out and took both of his wrists in her hands. She brought them up to her mouth and blew hot air across his palms. The feel of her breath on his skin sent a sizzle up his arms, but when she brought the heated palms down to cover each breast, the sizzle turned into a jolt.

He watched as Sam closed her eyes and indulged in the feel of his hands on her. His palms grazed over the tips, his fingertips pressing into her flesh. Sam made a soft hum of pleasure in her throat as he teased and explored her skin. But he wanted to taste them, too. His head dipped to take a nipple into his mouth.

Sam gasped and arched her back, pressing her breasts even harder against his touch. Her skin was both sweet and salty against his tongue. He drank her in, drawing hard at one breast and then the other, lightly flicking his tongue over the swollen pink tips. She squirmed in his arms, lacing her fingers in the curls at the nape of his neck and tugging him closer. Her reaction urged him on, building confidence in him as he tried different ways to make her cry out with pleasure.

Brody only pulled away when he felt the graze of her touch at the fly of his jeans. With sure fingers, Sam unbuttoned and unzipped, slowly backing him toward the bed. When his calves met with the emerald-green brocade comforter, her hand slipped beneath the elastic of his waistband. Her fingers curled around his firm heat, sending a shockwave of sensation through his body.

“Oh, damn,” he groaned and reached back to the bed to steady himself.

She pressed against his chest with her other hand, easing him to sit against the edge of the mattress. He braced himself with both arms propped behind him. Sam tugged at the jeans, pulling them and his briefs down his legs. Lying naked with Sam crouched down between his legs was a surreal experience. He’d never felt so exposed in his life. And yet with Sam it was different. It wasn’t like going out in public and having people stare. It was exhilarating.

With the last of his clothes tossed to the side, Sam knelt down and reached for him again. She stroked him slowly, running her thumb from the base to the tip. Brody wanted to watch, but he couldn’t keep his eyes from closing and savoring the feeling. He wanted to remember every sensation of this night.

Sam caught him by surprise when she took him into her mouth. His lids flew open, a shudder running through his whole body as the hot, wet heat of her mouth moved over him. It took every ounce of control he had to keep from going over the edge when she touched him like that. But damn, it felt amazing.