Her hand rested on his knee, her eyes drilling into his. “Focus.”
“I don’t want…” He swallowed thickly, feeling his lip curl as he eked out the rest of his confession. “I don’t want you to have to see it.”
Chin up, she peered down her adorable nose at him, her lips pursing. Then. She looked. Let his erection slap his belly and turned between his legs, putting both hands on his right thigh. Those hands moved along his kneecap, over flesh that had healed into thick bands of scar tissue. She moved up his thigh and massaged the muscle there.
He snatched her wrists, turning her toward him as he used his ab muscles to pull himself up. “What did I say?”
“Do you want this?” She thrust her breasts out and up, one eyebrow gently rising. “Do you want me?”
“You know I do.” His cock bobbed in agreement.
“Then you have to trust me. We need to work around this”—she freed one hand and touched his right leg again—“and I’m willing to learn.” She blinked bedroom eyes at him. “And practice.”
He held her wrist and her eyes for a protracted beat, his chest lifting with another inhalation. Isa didn’t appear to mind touching him—she didn’t run and hide when she saw him without the leg.
“You’re okay?” he asked.
“Why wouldn’t I be okay? You gave me the orgasms of my life.”
He couldn’t help smiling. “Orgasms…as in more than one?”
“You’re a man of many talents, Eli Crane.” She moved closer and kissed him and he let her go to push his fingers into her hair. She rerouted her mouth to his neck, giving him a shove so that he was once again on his back.
“Bossy,” he grunted, holding a handful of her silky hair as she dragged her tongue over his chest.
“You know it,” she said, sliding further south. He sucked in a breath through his teeth when her damp tongue flicked over his abdomen. Then he nearly passed out when, one hand on his thigh, the other wrapped around his cock, Isa delivered a teasing lick to the tip.
If there was a favorite in the bedroom, it was this. Watching her repeat the motion, this time suckling the head past her lips, made him forget he had any legs at all. Every last one of his muscles tightened to the point of pain as this incredible, unflappable woman went down on him.
Giving up control should feel compromising, but with Isa, it was oddly…freeing. She connected with him on more than one level. And whenever she didn’t understand him, she made an effort to. After being left behind by a woman who didn’t want to take the time, it was…humbling.
Eli’s head crashed to the pillow as Isa took him deep. Her cheeks closed around his shaft, her tongue raking the veiny ridge. He slapped a hand over his eyes and ground his teeth together in an effort not to blow early.
A few silky slides later, the heat of her mouth was replaced with the cool tip of the condom. He moved his hand to watch as she rolled the latex down and climbed over him, her thighs hugging his hips. Hands on his chest, she rose, then sank onto him. His head lifted off the pillow, his hands tightening around her hips.
“Relax,” she said, hands on his chest.
He relaxed but kept his hands on her as she moved. She rocked, she slipped, she pounded. All the while her breasts bouncing, her face contorting into pleasure-ridden pleats. He tweaked her nipples, watching her mouth drop open. Her breathless cries saturated the room as her movements slowed.
“Keep going,” he urged, because he was so incredibly close.
“Trying,” she gasped.
“Try harder.” He thumbed her nipples and she grinned.
“Yes, sir.” She pushed her hair off her face and picked up the pace.
When she slowed, he clamped onto her full hips and lifted his pelvis to meet hers, watching with a healthy dose of male pride as she orgasmed yet again. This time he joined her and they came, her final descent striking him like flint to stone. They burned together, Isa continuing to move as Eli’s release tore through him on a loud shout of carnal pleasure.
When his back hit the bed, she didn’t have to tell him to relax. Every muscle in his body uncoiled, a buzz tingling through him like he’d been plugged into a socket. And his pesky brain, which kept failing him at the most inopportune moments, went blissfully silent.
Isa draped over him, her hair tickling his face, her lips brushing his cheek. He caught her head and kissed her lips, her heady flavor an elixir for everything that ailed him.
Eyes closed, he wrapped his arms around her, letting the feeling of intense satisfaction hang around awhile longer.
His heart pounded so hard, he might never recover.
He might never want to.