by Lori Foster
“This?” she rasped as her eyes sank shut.
“How large you are.” God, she was stacked and he hadn’t even realized it. “Don’t get me wrong, it’s a nice surprise, but you must squish these poor babies down.”
“Minimizer bra,” she gasped, distracted by how he touched her.
“What woman wants to minimize her rack? You should be showing it off.”
She dropped her head back with a strained sound of pleasure. “I didn’t want attention...ah, Justice.”
Tugging her hands away from his neck, he held them both in one of his and pressed them to the wall above her head. His heart drummed furiously as he found the front closure to her bra and with a practiced flick of his fingers, released it. “Ah, that’s better.” Putting a tiny bit of space between them, he inched up her shirt until he could see her.
Breathing became a struggle.
Her utilitarian white bra had done a hell of a job restraining her lush breasts, now snugly framed by the cotton cups. Could a woman be more beautiful? He didn’t think so.
With the shirt tucked up high, her scars remained hidden. Hopefully, that would keep her confidence in place, at least for now.
Holding her wrists over her head, Justice studied her. She had a rockin’ body, more so than anyone would guess.
He stroked the backs of his knuckles over her midriff. “You look like this, and no one knows except me.” His gaze came up to meet hers. “It’s going to make me extra nuts every time I see you in your casual clothes.”
She shifted, but didn’t pull her hands free. Sultry need darkened her gaze. “You’re embarrassing me.”
“Nah, I’m turning you on.” Lightly, he tugged at one nipple. “But just you wait.” He leaned down and, after dampening the nipple with his tongue, drew it into his mouth to suck hungrily.
Her high, vibrating moan felt like a stroke to his dick.
She pulled her hands away from his, but only to press him closer. “Oh, God,” she whispered.
He loved how she curled into him, and how she gasped for air.
Moving to her other breast, he gently nuzzled while using his fingers to play with the nipple he’d left wet and tight. He was now close to her scars, but she didn’t seem to notice.
“Justice, please...”
Intent on keeping her thoughts scattered, he pressed one thigh between her legs, his hand clasping her bottom and rocking her while he leisurely enjoyed her breasts.
When her breathing turned ragged, broken only by small, desperate moans, Justice gave in to the urge to know more of her. Murmuring to her, he coasted a hand over her smooth belly down to her pelvis, then over the crotch of her pants.
Her fingertips dug into his shoulders.
“Easy now.” Holding her, letting her get used to his hand between her thighs, he kissed a path back up her chest, her throat and to her mouth.
This time it was her kissing him with demanding intensity, and when she moved against his palm, sharing her need without words, he knew she was getting closer.
Not quite there, but maybe—
“My legs are shaking,” she whispered breathlessly. “I need to sit down.”
He scooped her up and took her to the bed, lowering her to her back, and as he straightened, he took her shirt with him, stripping it off over her head in one smooth movement.
She gasped and quickly covered her upper body. Shock widened her eyes, but he wouldn’t let her dwell on anything but the need.
“My hands are bigger.” Slowly, one by one, Justice caught each wrist and pressed her arms up to either side of her head. “Let me.”
She closed her eyes, turned her head away.
Sitting beside her, he brushed the bra cups away and just looked at her. She was such a slender woman, her rib cage narrow, her stomach showing only the slightest, sexy curve. With each fast breath, her lush breasts rose and fell. A pulse beat frantically in her throat. Her nipples were flushed dark, stiff and still damp from his mouth.
Using care, he covered her with his palms, cupping his fingers around each breast.
Firm, full and so damned soft. Her nipples were stiff against his palms. He closed his eyes at the sensation, but only for a moment. He didn’t want to miss a thing.
“Justice?”
She sounded as affected as him but also anxious to know his thoughts.
Of course he saw the scars, and he didn’t shy away from looking at them. Fallon wasn’t a dummy; she’d catch on real quick if he tried to pretend they weren’t there. She watched him so closely, he didn’t bother hiding anything he thought or felt.
“Say something,” she whispered.
“I don’t know what to say. I’m struggling to go slow here, babe. But you’re everything I imagined and a hell of a lot more.” He gave her body quick scrutiny and admitted, “Your boobs are so much bigger than I expected.”
Blinking at him in surprise, Fallon’s mouth twitched. “My...boobs?”
“Should I have said breasts? I should have, right?” He continued to caress her as he spoke. “You’re a classy lady and probably don’t hear things like—”
Fallon touched his mouth. “I want you to be you, Justice. You don’t have to say anything differently. You just took me by surprise.”
In a growl, he said, “I want you so bad, I’m starting to sweat.”
Relief filled her eyes and her smile widened. “That’s so romantic.”
“Are you teasing me?” he asked, pleased to see her tension visibly ebbing away.
She nodded. “You’re making me nuts, too. I’ve never felt like this.”
“’Cuz no man’s ever done this to you before.” He had to keep reminding himself of that. She was a virgin, and her one attempt at sex had been botched, thanks to Marcus—the prick.
“Yes, but I promise, you don’t have to treat me with kid gloves. I just want to be like every other woman.”
Only she wasn’t, not to him. “The way you react to me...” He got his attention off her body long enough to look into her beautiful eyes. He saw the same heat and need reflected in her expression that he suffered. Even as he held her breasts, he felt her trembling. “God, Fallon, that’s such a turn-on. I’m on a hair trigger here, but this is your first time so I wanna go slow. This is special.”
She bit her lip, then asked, “Because I’m a virgin?”
“Because you’re you,” he said with grave seriousness. “Because you’re special.”
She pressed a hand to his jaw. “So...not because I’m scarred?”
Frowning, Justice lightly touched the roughened skin on her shoulder, part of her chest and the top of her breast. She resisted, trying to stop him, but he did as he pleased anyway.
Even when she went stiff, he didn’t let that sway him.
“They’re just marks, honey. Emotionally, they’re huge, I know. But physically, they aren’t a big deal at all.” He glanced at her face, saw her eyes were squeezed shut and asked, “Does it bother you that my ears are thicker?”
Her eyes popped open. “What?”
“From fighting. I have some cauliflower ear goin’ on. Not as bad as some I’ve seen, but I notice it. My right ear is worse than the left. Doesn’t mean enough to me to want to do surgery or anything—”
“You’re gorgeous!”
A grin tugged at his mouth. No woman had ever angrily shouted that at him before. “My nose has been broken a few times, too. No way could you have missed the kink there. It’s crooked as hell.”
“Maybe a little, but it just adds to your appeal.”
Did her blindness to his flaws mean she, too, cared beyond the sexual attraction? He hoped so, but with Fallon it was tough to tell. She’d lived such a sheltered life, and because he refused to count Marcus, Justice was, in effect, her first adult boyfriend. He w
as the first to be sexual with her. He was the lucky bastard who happened to show up when she decided to spread her wings.
While he had her talking again, he reached down to open her slacks. “See, that’s how it is for me, too. I look at you and you’re so hot, so sexy, who cares about a few scars? I sure as hell don’t.”
“Marcus did.”
Scowling, he stripped the pants off her, taking her panties, too. She gasped, but didn’t object. Looking her over, Justice fought for control. “Let’s don’t ever say his name again, okay? Definitely not at times like this.” He drew her upright, untangled the bra straps from her arms and tossed it with her pants.
“But—”
He levered her back down on the bed. “He’s an idiot not worth your breath.” Because he couldn’t resist, he briefly trailed his fingers down her body, ending at the neat triangle of dark pubic hair. She kept her legs together, but he didn’t let it bother him as he stroked her, then on impulse, he bent to kiss her hip bone.
Her breath hitched and she blurted, “I told you I had a scar on my leg, too—”
He stood and stripped off his jeans.
That got her quiet. And alert.
While he looked at her naked body, she visually explored his. Justice didn’t mind. She could look all she wanted.
He sure planned to.
Fallon cleared her throat. “You’re...impressive.”
“My dick?”
She half laughed, half coughed. “I meant all of you. You’re so hard all over.”
“Especially my dick.”
This time the sound she made was all humor. “Are you trying to amuse me?”
“Trying to get you to relax.” Standing close to the bed, he again trailed his fingertips over her body, starting with her breasts, down to her stomach, over a hip bone and to her outer thigh where he touched the other scar, the one where they’d taken skin to treat her burns. A donor site, she’d told him.
This scar was flatter, a neat rectangle with a grid-like pattern to it.
Though she didn’t fight him, Justice chose not to linger there. He had the rest of her to play with, too.
He went back to caressing the taut muscles of her thighs. “Ease up, honey.”
“I don’t want to ease up,” she said. “I want to touch you like you’re touching me.”
“Yeah,” he growled, thinking about her small hands on him. “I’d like that, too.” Control, he reminded himself. “If you relax, I can touch you more.”
Reaching for him, she said, “I’ll relax more if you kiss me.”
“Is that so?” Justice willingly came down beside her, pulling her close against him. She automatically lifted a leg over his, and when he felt the heat of her against him, he damn near lost it. Tangling a hand in her silky hair, he drew her face up to his and kissed her hard, sinking his tongue into her mouth, stealing her small groan.
With his free hand, he touched her everywhere, sweeping over her body, wanting to learn all of her, her every secret. He loved the softness of her skin, disrupted only by the scars.
“Shh,” he murmured, when she shied away from his touch. Deliberately, he cupped her breast, letting his long fingers stretch up to the scar. He lifted his head to look into her eyes, saying just as quietly, “No secrets between us, okay?”
After several heartbeats, she cautiously nodded.
“I like touching you, Fallon. I don’t want any hang-ups in the way.”
She nodded again, then whispered, “Okay.”
“You’re beautiful and sexy. Believe me?”
Her mouth twitched even as her eyes grew damp. On a choked laugh, she agreed. “Okay.”
Damn, she was special. He took her mouth again, voracious in his need, while he cuddled her plump backside, stroked her slender thighs and her downy soft stomach. With each caress, Fallon squirmed against him, into him, her hands on his shoulders holding him tight.
Justice couldn’t get enough, fast enough.
Urging her to her back, he bent to one nipple, sucking strongly, insistently, and at the same time worked his fingers between her legs.
This time she was pliant, willingly giving him access, even arching up to him. He took his time exploring her, growing bolder with each touch.
Shifting restlessly, she groaned.
With one finger he stroked over the sleek, swollen folds until they parted, then he pressed in to the second knuckle. She was creamy wet, so damned hot and tight.
Her inner muscles clamped down on him, and he felt a surge of lust so strong, he almost came.
After taking a moment to regain his control, he levered up to his elbow and watched her expressions while he slowly worked his finger deeper inside her.
Her thick lashes were lowered, her eyes glazed with sultry need. A rosy flush colored her cheeks.
“Damn,” he rasped, before looking down her body. The sight of his rough hand between her tender, parted thighs gained all his attention.
He added a second finger and her thighs spread wider, her hips lifting into the touch.
Such a natural, carnal reaction; Justice liked that a lot.
He liked having her all stretched out, shivering with pleasure, waiting for him to continue...yeah, as hot as it got.
He brought his thumb up to her clit and watched her slender body tense. He forgot that he was trying to take it easy with her, that he wanted her to feel cherished.
He went blind to everything but having her.
On a path down her heated body, he licked, kissed, taunted with his teeth, until finally he settled himself between her spread thighs. In a voice gravelly with lust, he asked, “You want this, don’t you?” He needed to hear her say it.
Taut with expectation, Fallon dropped an arm over her eyes and kept quiet—except for her harsh, unsteady breathing.
Justice lifted her thighs over his shoulders, pressed his face close and inhaled the scent of sweet, aroused woman. Heady stuff. Using just his fingertips, he parted her sex, drew his tongue along the glistening pink flesh, up and over the little stiffened clitoris.
The taste of her here only made him greedier for more.
As he ate at her, Fallon cried out over the sharp sensations.
“Tell me, Fallon,” he growled, licking over her again, pressing his tongue into her heat to gather every drop of her excitement.
She whimpered, “Yes.”
Keeping her still with one hand flattened on her stomach, he closed his mouth around her, using his tongue to mimic the sex act, then curling it around her clit and tugging rhythmically.
She almost came undone—and he loved it. His erection pressed into the mattress; he was so damned hard, throbbing with his need, he knew he’d lose it the minute he got inside her. Before that, he had to guarantee her climax.
He would not leave her with regrets.
When her hips began to move in time to her small gasping breaths, he knew she was close. Again he pressed two long fingers into her, stretching up inside her as far as he could go.
She was drenched, bathing his fingers, her body ripe and ready, trembling on the cusp of release.
Knowing it’d make this first time easier for her, he thrust in and out, twisting his hand each time, stretching her. She coiled tighter and tighter—and suddenly the climax hit her.
Wet heat accompanied her raw cries and the urgent, uncontrolled movements of her body. Pleasure contorted her expression, her release real and honest.
It was the hottest, most exciting thing ever, and it set him off.
The second she began to ease, her legs going lax, Justice stood. He damn near pulled the drawer out of the nightstand in his rush to find a condom. He jerked the packet open with his teeth and looked at Fallon with a burning gaze while he rolled on the protection.
Coming down over her, Justice kissed her parted lips and kneed her thighs wider. “I’m in a bad way here, honey, or I’d give you more time to recoup.”
With a visible effort, her slumberous eyes opened. “I don’t need time,” she breathed. “I just need you.”
She knew how to level him.
Justice put a forearm under her, raising her hips and instructed, “Put your legs around me.”
Languidly, she did as ordered.
His vision narrowed until he saw only her. “Hold on tight.”
“Yes, sir.” Smiling, she looped her limp arms around his neck.
He promised, “Next time I’ll be easier.” He adjusted the head of his erection against her, nudged forward and, without warning, drove his full length into her.
Well, that took care of her smile.
She gasped hard, her fingertips digging into his shoulders.
Growling with the pleasure of it, Justice did his best to hold still when every fiber of his being told him to move. “You’re so tight.”
She tried to shift and he groaned. Immediately, she went still again.
“It’ll be fine in a second.” At least he hoped that was true. He couldn’t think of any other virgins he’d had. Not even back in high school.
“I’m...I’m okay.”
“I know it.” His voice was rough, but he couldn’t help it. Caught in an unfamiliar maelstrom of physical need and incredible emotion, he nuzzled her lips. “You sure you know it, too?”
“Yes. Sorry. You just surprised me.”
Even now, in a haze of lust, he couldn’t resist teasing her. “You thought we’d be doing something else?” Talking was pretty damned tough. The hot, sleek grip of her body squeezing around his cock in little aftershocks left him rigid from head to toes. Her lush breasts cushioned his chest, and her nipples were still drawn tight. Her breath fanned his collarbone, adding to his fever.
It was like very sweet torture, but he was determined not to hurt her.
“Justice?”
“Hmm?”