That makes me frown again, and I smooth my finger along the line of her hair. “I know.” My voice betrays my emotion, and I’m going to have to learn just how perceptive my girl is even without sight.
Her chin drops. “It’s the blind thing, isn’t it.” Her voice is full of something like… embarrassment or shame?
“Hey,” I catch that chin and place another soft kiss on her lips.
“Please don’t. You don’t have to do that.” She starts to move away, but I’ve got her by the waist. She’s not going anywhere.
“I don’t know what you’re thinking right now,” I say, “but you’ve got it all wrong.”
She shakes her head. “It’s a lot to take in, a major bomb to drop. I can only imagine how you must feel.”
Dammit, I can’t take one more second of this.
“Listen to me.” My voice is stern, but my hand on her cheek is gentle. “I’m still trying to believe my luck in finding you again.” She starts to interrupt, but I keep going. “If I seem angry, it’s because, well, dammit, Kass. I don’t know how to deal with these urges running through me.”
Her slim brows clutch. “What do you mean?”
“You know what I am, what I do for a living.”
“You’re… one of the king’s guards.” I can’t believe she’s still confused.
“You are the most precious thing in my life right now, and you’re essentially the most vulnerable as well. I don’t know what to do with that. How can I ever let you leave, walk around in the world, without me beside you?”
Pink floods her cheeks, and she looks down as a brilliant smile lights her face. “Logan,” she says quietly, blinking fast again. “I’ve been getting around on my own for years now.”
“I’m trying to tell myself that, but it isn’t working. Especially now with the added danger of you being associated with me.”
Her lips press together, and she’s adorably bossy. “You’ll just have to try harder. If you start thinking of me as a… a disabled person, you’ll never be able to think of me as anything else.”
For a moment I run my eyes over her tiny frame sitting in my bed. She’s like a stubborn drop of sunshine in my navy sheets, and the only thing covering her body is one of my thin white tanks. The dark peaks of her breasts are visible through the fabric, and my semi is turning to full hard-on.
“You said that before. You think I won’t find you attractive?” I’m grinning as I slide the back of my finger up and down the fabric, over her beaded nipple. She jumps and does a little gasp, sliding her hand over mine.
Her other hand rises to touch my lips. “That cocky grin.”
The flush in her cheeks spreads down her neck, and I’m ready to remove all doubt from her mind about how attractive I find her.
“My attraction to you is something you never have to worry about.” My thumb closes over that hard peak.
“Logan…” her voice is a soft warning, and I catch the hem of my shirt, pulling it quickly over her head. She lets out a little startled laugh, and I wrap my arms around her slim frame, pulling her to me.
“Come here,” I growl, moving my lips over her soft skin, starting at her ribcage and working my way up to her breast. “I’ve dreamed of this body for years.”
A beaded nipple is between my lips, and I give it a hard pull while I stroke and tease her other breast. She exhales a moan, and her fingers thread into my hair.
Turning our bodies, I lay her back on the pillows, rising on my knees a moment to study her slim frame, back arched and legs spread. Her hair fans around her, and her dark lashes just skim the tops of her cheeks. A pretty flush covers her breasts and upper body where my beard has left traces. I’m surprised by how much I like the signs that I’ve had her body… that her body is mine.
Leaning down, I hook my arms around her hips, pulling her to my mouth before giving her pussy a long and lingering French kiss. Her hands slap the mattress beside me as her back rises.
“Oh, god!” She cries as I slide my tongue across her clit faster and faster. “Ahh!”
Her hips rotate in time with my movements. I feel the shuddering breaking through her thighs, which are wrapped in my arms. Her hand moves frantically in my hair, and she starts to wail, shaking and coming apart on my mouth.
She’s trembling a bit as I kiss the inside of her thigh, moving my mouth to the top of her hipbone. As much as my cock is aching for her wet heat, I pause to give her hip a little suck, a pull to mark her pale body. Her fingers thread in my hair, and every brush of my beard against her sensitive skin makes her jump.
“Come to me, Logan, please,” she gasps, reaching for me.
I break away from her, planting a little kiss on the bright red hickey now tattooed on her hip.