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Here is my excerpt for the Excerpt Wars!
Caterina covered his much larger hand with hers. His palm was rough. Clearly the hand of a man who worked hard with his hands. A strong hand, she thought as she trailed her fingers past his wrist and to his forearm. The hair on his arm was soft beneath her palm. His body muscled and lean until she reached the edge of the bandage on his forearm that covered the wound he had received battling for her. Another scar to add to the rest of the damage on his body.
It had to be the fever that was making her remember just how that body had felt against hers when he had held her in the pool. How he had kissed her and she had responded, awakening passion that might be better left unexplored only . . .
“Would you hold me?” She needed the human contact. Needed the affirmation that she was still a woman. A desirable woman unless she was misreading the signals he was giving.
“If holding is all you want, I may not be your man,” Mick replied and dipped his thumb down to trace the edges of her lips.
“I want more. I want to feel alive again, Mick.”
She’s using me, but it wouldn’t be the first time or the last that a woman did that, Mick thought. Considering he found her damned attractive, weird genes and all, why not give into the temptation and get it out of his system?
“Move over,” he said.
Caterina shifted to the center of the bed and he joined her there, lying on his side and facing her.
Their bodies less than a foot apart.
“Touch me,” she said and pulled away the sheet, exposing the fullness of her breasts with their soft tips that beaded as his gaze fell on them.
He ran the pads of his fingers across the tip of one breast. Cupped the weight of it in his hand and rubbed his thumb across the tip until her nipples beaded into even stiffer nubs.
I need to taste, he thought and bent his head, licked the one tip while continuing to caress the other nipple with his hand.
She arched her back to give him easier access and cradled the back of his head. Moaned as he teethed the peak of one breast. He soothed that gentle nip with another lick and suckled at her breast while shifting one hand downward, across the flat expanse of her midsection. Past the delicate indent of her navel until the curls between her legs brushed the tips of his fingers.
She moved closer and threw her thigh up over his, inviting him to her most private center.
He accepted that invitation, leisurely skimming his fingers across her center until the sensitive nub swelled and a fine trembling enveloped her body. He shifted his fingers lower and experienced the wet of her femininity. Stroked her warm moist lips and teased the entrance to her center with the light touch of his fingers.
Caterina gasped as he explored her center, gripping his shoulders as he eased in first one finger and then another, stretching her in preparation for his possession.
“Mick,” she keened, shifting her hips against his hand. Holding his head to her, but wanting to feel the warmth of his body beside her.
He slipped inches away and she reached for the hem of his shirt. Pulled it over his head while he skimmed the sweat pants down his body, revealing the nakedness beneath the fleece.
She laid her hands on his shoulders once more and took a moment to enjoy all of him that was visible.
The articulated and defined muscles of his body. The scars and bruises that spoke of a man familiar with danger and accustomed to violence.
But there was nothing violent about the way he touched her. About the gentleness of his mouth and hands as he resumed his loving.