Bare Facts by Katherine Garbera Page A

upward again. This time his fingers feathered under the demi-cups of her ice-blue bra. Barely touching her nipples, but they both beaded. A shaft of desire pierced him, shaking him to his core.
    Blood pooled in his groin, making him hard. He laid his hand over her breast and felt the beating of her heart, swift and strong. She scraped her fingernails lightly down his chest. As he moaned, the sound rumbled up from his chest.
    Sex always made him feel powerful. Watching a woman react to the body he’d honed and kept in optimum shape was a powerful rush. But Charity was his match. She was soft where a woman should be, but her muscles were also defined. There was real strength in her body.
    And he wanted to lose himself in it.
    She nudged him onto his back and he fell to his side and let her explore.
    His muscles jumped under her touch. He tried to hold still and not reveal anything, but doubted he succeeded. All she’d have to do is glance down at the erection straining against his pants.
    She circled his nipple with her fingernail, tracing the line where it met the smooth skin of his chest. Then she scraped her nail down the center line of his body, following the fine dusting of hair that narrowed and disappeared into the waistband of his pants.
    “No need to ask if you like my touch,” she said, a little breathlessly.
    “I do,” he said, sitting up and drawing her into his arms. She straddled his lap and when her center met his cock, he groaned deep in his throat.
    He reached around her back and unhooked her bra and then pushed the cups up out of his way. He pulled her closer until the tips of her breasts brushed his chest.
    “Charity.” He said her name like a prayer, holding her against him.
    She shifted on his lap, but he held her still. His hard-on nudged at her center. He shifted her around until he could get his hands under that short skirt that had been driving him crazy since the first moment they’d met.
    Her legs were smooth and soft, and as he skimmed his hands upward, he encountered a sheath holding a knife wrapped around her left thigh. It shouldn’t have been a turn-on but it was.
    He kissed his way down her neck and bit lightly at her nape. She shuddered, clutching at his shoulders, grinding her body harder against him.
    “God, baby, I want you,” he said against her skin.
    “Me, too.”
    He stopped caressing the flesh around her knife and slid his hands higher. Encountering the cool skin of her buttocks, he traced the crease between them down to her honeyed center. The gusset of her panties was damp with her desire. He traced the opening of her body, her wetness branding his skin.
    Her mouth opened over his and he told himself to take it slow, to make this last, because he knew that he wasn’t going to have another chance to be alone with her. When they landed in Seattle he was going to have to push her away so Sekijima couldn’t use her against him.
    But all he wanted was to pull her closer, and right now he could. And did.
    He slipped one finger into her channel and felt her clench against him. Her hips shifted, so he slid deeper into her.
    She captured his face, tipped his head back, and kissed him, her tongue thrusting into his mouth as he added a second finger to the first inside her body. She rocked against him and he pushed himself deeper into her humid core.
    He used his thumb to find the pleasure of her center and stroked her as she rocked against him. He was so hot and hard he thought he was going to burst when she caught his lower lip between her teeth, biting carefully as she rocked harder against him.
    He used his free hand to cup her butt and urge her to a faster rhythm, guiding her motions against him. He bent his head and his tongue stroked her nipple, and then suckled her.
    Everything in her body clenched. She clutched at his shoulders, rubbing harder and tightening around his fingers as her climax washed over her. She collapsed against his chest as he held her close.
     
    Daniel