had fallen asleep when she caressed his chest and mumbled.
"Next time bring protection."
Chapter 6
He held the armful of soft femininity against his chest, knowing instantly when she fell asleep by her total relaxation. Trusting him. She smelled so good, felt so good, and it had been so long. He closed his eyes as his hand pushed her shirt out of the way and gently rubbed her soft skin. It was like the softest silk. All over. He wondered if the calluses on his fingers and palms were rough on her. She was incredibly soft. And sweet.
And he'd never hurt with wanting anyone so much in his life.
But there would be no next time. Another time she'd want to have his shirt off, not just open. To make love to her he'd have to shuck his jeans. And once she saw the scars, the ridges and puckered skin where the bull had gored and the doctors had patched, she would be so disgusted she wouldn't want anything further to do with him.
He hadn't wanted a woman in the past two years. He hadn't known before meeting Kelly that he'd ever want a woman again. But just being around her kept him in a partial state of arousal. After today, he'd have to keep his distance. He couldn't stand for another woman to rail at him as Althea had. He couldn't bear to have Kelly disgusted with his scars.
But he'd have today to remember. She had been so responsive, so passionate. Damn, he wished he could have had her!
His fingers gentled in her hair, brushing it back from her flushed face. She was hot. The sheen of perspiration made her s kin glow. She was so pretty. What was she doing out here with him? Was this a lark, too?
He eased her yellow top down over her, raising her a little to bring it between them, covering her, tingling awareness still shimmering between them. He wished he could hold her forever. Gradually she cooled down. Gradually he did, too, but the ache didn't go away.
* * *
Kelly woke slowly, conscious first of the slow, steady heartbeat beneath her ear. Taking a breath, she inhaled Kit's scent. He smelled of sunshine and grass, of tangy after-shave and masculine power, his scent uniquely his own. Lying still, she breathed steadily, smiling in sensual satisfaction.
Slowly she flexed her fingers against his chest, pulling the crisp hair slightly, rubbing against the rock-hard muscles clearly defined beneath his warm skin.
"Awake?" he mumbled softly, his eyes still closed as he held her.
"Mmm-hmm. Was I asleep long?"
"Don't know. I fell asleep, too. You ready to go?"
"Not just yet." Kelly was caught in an awkward situation she didn't know how to handle. She'd gone to bed with only one other man—boy, actually—when she'd been in college and wanted to see what all the talk was about. They'd gone steady for weeks before. But she hardly knew Kit. How did she face him now? What was the proper after-love etiquette? If anyone knew it, it had to be this wild cowboy.
Idly her hand moved against him, relishing the feel of his skin beneath her fingertips, the crisp curly hair on his chest, the hard muscles of his stomach. The coarse ridges...
Kelly went still, her fingertips tracing scar tissue across his abdomen, around his waist to his back. Disappearing beneath the waistband of his jeans.
Kit caught her hand and dragged it away.
"Don't," he said, his voice hard.
"Did it hurt?" she asked, raising her head to look at him.
"It hurt like hell at the time. Doesn't now. Let's go." He eased her away, drawing his shirt together in front and sitting up, turning away from her.
Kelly sat up, knelt, sank on her ankles, puzzled. What was wrong?
"Kit, I know you must have scars from the accident. But they don't matter. I have a scar from appendicitis."
"Dammit, Kelly, these don't compare to some slight scar a doctor did below your bikini line. We're talking repulsive enough to turn a strong woman's stomach."
She stared at him in disbelief, in growing horror. Had those been Althea's words to him in hospital? Good grief, no wonder he
"Next time bring protection."
Chapter 6
He held the armful of soft femininity against his chest, knowing instantly when she fell asleep by her total relaxation. Trusting him. She smelled so good, felt so good, and it had been so long. He closed his eyes as his hand pushed her shirt out of the way and gently rubbed her soft skin. It was like the softest silk. All over. He wondered if the calluses on his fingers and palms were rough on her. She was incredibly soft. And sweet.
And he'd never hurt with wanting anyone so much in his life.
But there would be no next time. Another time she'd want to have his shirt off, not just open. To make love to her he'd have to shuck his jeans. And once she saw the scars, the ridges and puckered skin where the bull had gored and the doctors had patched, she would be so disgusted she wouldn't want anything further to do with him.
He hadn't wanted a woman in the past two years. He hadn't known before meeting Kelly that he'd ever want a woman again. But just being around her kept him in a partial state of arousal. After today, he'd have to keep his distance. He couldn't stand for another woman to rail at him as Althea had. He couldn't bear to have Kelly disgusted with his scars.
But he'd have today to remember. She had been so responsive, so passionate. Damn, he wished he could have had her!
His fingers gentled in her hair, brushing it back from her flushed face. She was hot. The sheen of perspiration made her s kin glow. She was so pretty. What was she doing out here with him? Was this a lark, too?
He eased her yellow top down over her, raising her a little to bring it between them, covering her, tingling awareness still shimmering between them. He wished he could hold her forever. Gradually she cooled down. Gradually he did, too, but the ache didn't go away.
* * *
Kelly woke slowly, conscious first of the slow, steady heartbeat beneath her ear. Taking a breath, she inhaled Kit's scent. He smelled of sunshine and grass, of tangy after-shave and masculine power, his scent uniquely his own. Lying still, she breathed steadily, smiling in sensual satisfaction.
Slowly she flexed her fingers against his chest, pulling the crisp hair slightly, rubbing against the rock-hard muscles clearly defined beneath his warm skin.
"Awake?" he mumbled softly, his eyes still closed as he held her.
"Mmm-hmm. Was I asleep long?"
"Don't know. I fell asleep, too. You ready to go?"
"Not just yet." Kelly was caught in an awkward situation she didn't know how to handle. She'd gone to bed with only one other man—boy, actually—when she'd been in college and wanted to see what all the talk was about. They'd gone steady for weeks before. But she hardly knew Kit. How did she face him now? What was the proper after-love etiquette? If anyone knew it, it had to be this wild cowboy.
Idly her hand moved against him, relishing the feel of his skin beneath her fingertips, the crisp curly hair on his chest, the hard muscles of his stomach. The coarse ridges...
Kelly went still, her fingertips tracing scar tissue across his abdomen, around his waist to his back. Disappearing beneath the waistband of his jeans.
Kit caught her hand and dragged it away.
"Don't," he said, his voice hard.
"Did it hurt?" she asked, raising her head to look at him.
"It hurt like hell at the time. Doesn't now. Let's go." He eased her away, drawing his shirt together in front and sitting up, turning away from her.
Kelly sat up, knelt, sank on her ankles, puzzled. What was wrong?
"Kit, I know you must have scars from the accident. But they don't matter. I have a scar from appendicitis."
"Dammit, Kelly, these don't compare to some slight scar a doctor did below your bikini line. We're talking repulsive enough to turn a strong woman's stomach."
She stared at him in disbelief, in growing horror. Had those been Althea's words to him in hospital? Good grief, no wonder he
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