Bare Facts by Katherine Garbera Page B

had never seen anything more beautiful than the woman in his arms. She was so responsive to his touch and he wanted more.
    She tried to push his shirt off his shoulders, but he rolled her under him so she couldn’t. His arms and back were covered with traditional Yakuza tattoos. Two large dragons battled for supremacy on his back and arms. His chest had never been tattooed. He’d been planning to get one, but had gotten out of the gang to start his new life before he had any ink done there.
    “I want to feel your naked skin against mine,” she said.
    “Stay on top and you will.”
    “I don’t take orders,” she said.
    Her breasts were full and her skin flushed from her recent orgasm. He ran his hands slowly over her torso, almost afraid to believe she was really in his arms.
    Her nipples were tight little buds beckoning his mouth. He’d barely explored her before and he needed to now. He needed to find out how she reacted to his every touch. He caught both her wrists in his hands and brought them behind her back, holding them in one of his hands so that her breasts were bare in front of him and there was nothing she could do about it.
    “That’s perfect.”
    “Daniel, let me get my arms free,” she said.
    “Not yet.”
    He pulled her to him and lifted her slightly so her nipples brushed his chest. Holding her carefully, he rotated his shoulders and rubbed against her. Blood roared in his ear. He was so hard, so full right now that he needed to be inside of her body.
    “Daniel, please. I want to touch you.”
    He realized then that there was something very fragile inside this ultracompetent and professional woman. He pulled her more fully into his arms, cradling her to his chest with one arm. She closed her eyes and buried her face in his neck. Each exhalation went through him. God, he wanted her.
    He was so hard and hot for her that he was afraid he might come in his pants. But he was going to wait. Then he felt the minute touches of her tongue against his neck.
    He also felt the bite of her nails against his own wrist. Charity wasn’t going to just let him dominate her, and he liked that. She was his equal here in bed. He brought both hands to her back, lacing their fingers together to keep her where he wanted her. But when she rotated her hips against his, he knew he wanted more.
    He wanted her naked in his lap. He let go of her hands and reached under her skirt and drew her panties down her legs. She shifted to one side and then the other until he had them free of her body, her breasts swaying with the movement.
    She still wore her shoes and her knife sheath. Her skirt was bunched at her waist. She slid her hand down his chest, unfastened the button at his waistband, then lowered his zipper.
    Hot damn!
    Her hand slid inside his pants and encountered his naked skin. He’d never been able to tolerate too much clothing. Her touch was smooth up and down his length. Tightening his hands on her back, he glanced down at his body and saw her small hand burrowed into his pants, saw her working him with such tender care that he had to grit his teeth to keep from ending it all right then. But he wanted to be inside her the next time one of them climaxed.
    Glancing down, he saw her smiling up at him. Little minx. She was getting back a little of her own and he didn’t mind at all.
    His breath caught in his throat. She was exactly as he dreamed she’d be: nipped-in waist, long, slender legs, and full breasts. He nudged her over on her back.
    She smiled up at him. He leaned down, capturing her mouth with his as he shoved his pants further down his legs. She opened her legs and he settled between her thighs.
    The humid warmth of her center scorched his already aroused flesh—he thrust against her without thought. Damn, she felt good.
    He wanted to enter her totally naked. At least this first time, but that was a huge risk and one he knew better than to take. His life was a danger zone and creating a child was a risk