Pulling the afghan up to cover our nakedness, I cuddle against him, mindful of the bandages along his side. “It doesn’t haveto be tonight.”
My body begs to differ, but he needs his rest. I understand.
With a shaky laugh, Coby pulls me onto him, spreading my legs until I straddle his hips, then wraps his arms around my waist, holding me tight. “It can be tonight.” He rubs his hands up my back until I lean down over him, and then he kisses my chest. His tongue licks the scar that encircles one nipple before tracing a path up to my collarbone. Nosing my necklace out of the way, he plants a kiss in the hollow of my throat and thrusts his hips up against me—I can feel his own desire coiled between my legs. “Just remember one thing.”
“What’s that?”
The words are lost in a gasp as his hands smooth along the small of my back. His lips find mine and he pulls me down to him.
“Be gentle.”
THE END
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