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He brought his hands up to cup her face, the pad of his thumb ran along her jawline. His lightest touch shot fireworks through her hypersensitized body. Blood rushed from her head. Heat flushed her.
When his tongue delved deeper, her knees weakened. His erection pulsed against her stomach and all rational flew out the window. He’d said he was in Gunner temporarily. He’d most likely move on soon. Even knowing all that, she was defenseless.
Bottom line? She wanted this. Needed this. She needed at least one night with the man her heart had never stopped loving.
Drawing a line from his shoulders to his hands she took them in hers and led him to the bed. He followed. The towel pooled on the floor at some point and she took in his glorious frame.
The man was perfection in every sense of the word. Muscles. Pecs. Hard planes. Silk over steel. Isaac Quinn had the total package.
Gina brought her hands to his waist and kissed a trail downward from his mouth to his nipple. She traced her tongue toward his belly button, taking in every ripple, every ridge along the way. Part of her needed to memorize everything about him. She’d married her high school sweetheart and Des had been all she’d ever known. He’d never made her feel sexy in the way Isaac did. Des was lights out, missionary style while Isaac seemed ready to take in every curve of her body.
She ran a finger along the stubble on his chin, looked him in the eye, and said, “I’ve wanted this to happen for a long time.”
“You’re beautiful, Gina. And I want this, too. But you need to understand if we take the next step it’ll change things between us.”
Her heart wanted to sing at hearing those words. “It will for me.”
He brought his hand up and stroked her cheek. Those serious pale blue eyes focused on her. “I don’t know what that means yet. This…us…came out of the blue.”
“Don’t think about it, Isaac.” She challenged him. “I’m right here. I want you more than I’ve ever wanted a man. If we think too hard about what it means we might talk ourselves out of it. I don’t want to overanalyze what’s happening between us. All I want is for you to make love to me.”
Her heart pounded and she could feel tension coiling inside her. Tension that needed the release only Isaac could give her.
His gaze never faltered from hers when he said, “That’s all we need to know right now.”
And then he dipped his head and claimed her mouth. His lips pressed hard against hers and all she could think was more. She teased his tongue inside her mouth, matching his intensity stroke for stroke. She scraped her teeth across his bottom lip before sucking on it.
Breaths came in gasps as his hands roamed her body. She grabbed the hem of her t-shirt and pulled it up and over her head. He aided her efforts and tossed the cotton shirt onto the floor next to his towel. He rolled her nipple in between his thumb and forefinger. Pleasure vibrated through her and the coil tightened another notch with Isaac’s skilled hands.
Anticipation caused need to hum through her. She brought her hands to the waistline of her pajama bottoms, and pushed them down and stepped out of them. Again, Isaac wasted no time helping her. Their movements were fluid, like they were performing a dance they’d trained for all their lives.
“Jesus, Gina. You have an incredible body.” Being naked in front of a man she wasn’t married to was a first. It should string her nerves tight and cause all her insecurities to surface. But this was Isaac. He made her feel sexy and beautiful as his appraising stare lingered over every curve. His hand followed his gaze and his touch left a fiery trail in its wake.
When he dipped his head this time, he took her nipple in his mouth and ran the tip of his tongue along the crest. The sucking sensation as his lips closed around her caused pleasure to ripple through her. Need built to a dizzying pace.
The man seemed to be as skilled with his tongue as he was with his hands. One had dropped down and moved in circles on her mound.
She moaned and he must’ve misread the reason because he pulled back. “You’re injured. I don’t want to do anything to hurt you.”
“That didn’t hurt. I want to feel you moving inside me, Isaac.” She took his hand and tugged him onto the bed.
“Hearing you say my name right now is so damn sexy.” His voice was low, gravelly and lit yet another fuse inside her. “I want to hear you say my name as you fly over the edge.”
At this rate, that wasn’t going to be a problem.
Gina eased onto her back as he nestled in between her thighs. She reached for his tip and guided him inside her slick heat. He bucked a little deeper and more of that insane pleasure rippled at her core. Before she could catch her breath, he wrapped his hands around her thighs and drew her hips toward his erection. He sank into her with a guttural groan that released more of those butterflies in her stomach.
“Are you still okay?” He paused long enough to search her eyes.
“Better than okay.”
That cocky grin of his returned, showing off those perfect white teeth. He took his time pulling out his length before driving himself inside her.
“Isaac…” His name on her lips felt breathless. She wriggled him in a little deeper as need took over.
Pumping his hips harder and faster caused her body to fire electrical impulses left and right. She matched him stride for stride, grinding on his erection. She tightened around him as she felt the urge to let go overtake her.
Balancing his weight on his knees and arms he covered her with his heft without missing a stroke. His mouth found hers as she neared the edge. Rocketing over, she said his name against his lips.
The three words he said in return as he joined her were almost enough to shock her back to reality.
“I love you.”
The last spasm had drained from Isaac when he realized what he’d said. He’d meant those words, don’t get him wrong, but he still hadn’t expected them to come out so easily.
He slowly pulled out and rolled onto his side, not wanting to break apart a second before he had to. They should probably talk about his confession. And then he wondered if she’d even heard him when she nestled into the crook of his arm and closed her eyes.
Too much too soon?
Hell if he knew. This whole situation caught him off guard. There’d been only one other woman he’d truly loved and she was gone. He suspected he’d loved Gina most of his life.
The first day he’d spotted her in class freshman year he’d realized she was special. Most of the time, her nose was in a book. When she spoke, her voice was quiet but she always had something intelligent and thoughtful to say. She had a way of putting the people around her at ease, without trying.
Or, at least, she had that effect on him. When she let her guard down and let him in, he’d seen her quick wit and sense of humor. She’d been the total package and that had scared him.
After his childhood, he’d pretty much sworn off marriage and family. None of it held any appeal for him. Getting too attached to anyone seemed like a death sentence. Brooke had made him see that he was capable of caring for someone again. It wasn’t until he’d found out she was sick that he realized how much she meant to him. Being young, he figured everyone lived forever.
Damned if that was the case.
Losing her had hardened an already tough heart. Isaac had become numb. No one could measure up to Brooke since, which he could acknowledge wasn’t being totally fair. Who could live up to a ghost? No one.
Except the woman in his arms, a little voice in the back of his head pointed out.
Gina’s even breathing said she’d drifted off to sleep. Looking at how perfectly she fit, he realized he wanted her in his life. The trick was finding out if she felt the same. And then figuring out what that meant. There were other considerations, too. Her daughter, for one. She was an important one.
He hadn’t come back to Gunner for a reunion with Gina. He hadn’t even expected to see her. News that she was moving back to town hadn’t traveled to the middle east. And if it had? He’d tucked his feelings for her down so deep they probably never should’ve surfaced. Hell, he didn’t believe they could be resurrected. They’d died the day she married Des. Or so he’d thought.
In some random twist of fate, they were in each other’s arms. Both had lost someone they cared about. Both had pasts. And both had complicated lives. He kissed the top of her head and then settled against the pillow, not wanting to consider reasons why the two of them might not be able to fit the puzzle pieces together.
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