Page 78 of Fighting a Riot

Her eyes flared at him. “Was that a tease? Why did you stop?”

“Don’t want to hurt you, babe.”

A small smile made the skin around her eyes crinkle. “You wouldn’t hurt me. That’s my good breast.”

He did a long blink. “Can I undress you, Nora?”

She grinned. “Sure. Right after you get undressed.”

It went against his nature since he always hung it up, but he shrugged out of his cut and tossed it on the recliner. He made short work of shucking his boots and clothes. His dick twitched when Nora stared with hungry eyes and licked her lips.

“Now who’s looking with intention?”

A blush crept up her cheeks. “You forgot about the intensity.”

He shook his head while he pulled the bed covers down. “I didn’t forget, woman.”

He wanted her mouth on him, but he wanted inside her sweet pussy more.

Her hands drifted to the bottom of her tank, he grabbed them and moved them above her head. “Let me, please.”

The sight of her tongue darting out almost made him groan. “Okay, but… can you hurry up?” she whispered. “I’ve thought of a lot of things I intend to do with you, too.”

He gently lifted up her top. She arched her back to help him. With her shirt off, he caught her staring at him. She expected him to be turned off by the scar on her other breast, but he wasn’t. “You’re beautiful, Nora.”

“I’m healing is more like it.”

He stared into her green eyes. “Doesn’t mean you aren’t beautiful. I bet you wanted to tell me not to lift your shirt, but you still let me. Hell, you helped me do it.”

Resolve hit her eyes. “Just don’t treat me like some kind of flower.”

His eyes drifted to the headboard and back to her. “Can’t promise that, Nora.” He slipped his fingers into the waistband of her pajama shorts and tugged them off her well-sculpted legs. “You get past all your therapies and shit, I’ll get rough with you, but like you said, you’re healing.”

She fidgeted her legs. “I don’t think you know how long I’ve wanted this.”

He aimed a wan smile at her. “I think I do.” He noticed her panties were navy blue and white polka dot and trimmed with a wide band of navy lace. “Damn. I like your panties… but I’m gonna like getting them off you even more.”

She grabbed his hand and guided it to the waist band. “Then what are you waiting for?”

A growl rumbled through him. “You’re being naughty, baby.” He tugged the scrap of satiny fabric down to her ankles.

She kicked them off.

He memorized the look of anticipation in her eyes, then lowered his lips to her belly button.

Her gasp filled the room. He stayed focused on his goal, trailing his lips down her silky skin to her pelvic bone, and sliding his hands under the globes of her ass.

“Yak… you can’t do that.”

He lifted his gaze to hers. “Why can’t I?”

Her eyes darted away. “I just… nobody’s ever…”

His fingers dug into her plump ass. “Are you telling me, not even your ex gave you oral?”

She sighed and looked away. “I… I’ve only been with two other people. The first in high school, and he dumped me the next day. And as for Destin, he said that was perverted.”

He leaned down and nipped her inner thigh. “I’d like to punch that asshole, but…”

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