Their Million-Dollar Night by Katherine Garbera Page A

they look in those sleeveless tops you wear. I can’t resist reaching out and touching you.”
    He ran his hands down both of her arms, slowly taking his time to make sure that he didn’t miss a single inch of skin.
    â€œI like my arms, too,” she said quietly.
    He tipped her head back and kissed her. She opened her mouth for him, angling her head the way he liked her to, and teased his tongue to come deeper into her mouth. When he lifted his head they were both breathing more heavily. Her lips were wet and swollen from his kisses and her eyes were slumberous.
    He skimmed his hands over her breasts. He cupped the full weight of them, and felt her nipples tightening under his touch. “You have gorgeous breasts.”
    Her eyes were on his hands, his tanned skin a contrast against her pale white flesh. Her body, so delicate and pink and feminine, contrasted with the masculine strength of his. She put her hands over his as she undulated against his entire body, her buttocks rubbing over his erection, her shoulder blades rubbing over his chest, her long silky hair brushing his neck and shoulder.
    â€œCan we stop now?” she asked, her voice low andhusky. She turned in his arms, her hands roaming down his chest. Fingernails scraping over him. “I really like your body.”
    â€œI know you do,” he said, kissing her harder than he intended because he really couldn’t resist her. He turned her back in his arms and held her firmly against him. One hand at her waist, the other right beneath her breasts.
    â€œThis is the part you don’t like,” he said, caressing her stomach from her ribs down to her belly button and stopping before he reached the curls between her legs.
    â€œYes,” she said her voice breaking.
    He kept touching her there, stroking over her skin until she relaxed against him. He took her hand in his and moved it over her own body. Sensitive to her reaction, he stopped when she lingered over the first scar. There were seven in total, all varying in length, the longest of them no more than three inches.
    It was a miracle to him that she was here now in his arms—whole and complete. He had to batten down his own rage at what she’d been through. He vowed she’d never be that vulnerable again.
    â€œI was very vain, Max. I think I hate these scars because they are proof of that vanity. Proof that I liked my body too much.”
    He hugged her tighter to him. Words were impossible at this moment. He just rubbed their joined hands over her body. “You are a dancer, your body is your work. It’s how you express your art.”
    She turned in his arms again. There was a sheen of tears in her eyes and another emotion he couldn’t define. “Make love to me.”
    He lifted her and carried her back to the bed. He settled her in the center and then slowly lowered his body over hers. He rubbed his torso against her. Felt the humid warmth at the center of her body. He liked the feel of being totally naked with her. He slipped just a little into her body just to tease them both.
    â€œYes, that’s it. Take me and make me yours. Make us one,” she said.
    He was tempted to do it like this, with no protection, but he’d made a life of being responsible, so he sighed and pulled back. Their hands met at the box on the nightstand and she took the condom from him. She rolled it onto his body and then pulled him back to her. He slid into her body and she held him with her arms and legs. He moved slowly, rocking them from side-to-side and thrusting leisurely into her body until they were both consumed by waves of pleasure.
    He rolled to his side, disposed of the condom and then pulled her back into his arms. She reached out and flicked off the light on the nightstand, then turned to him, resting her head over his chest, and went to sleep.
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    Roxy woke up to the smell of coffee and the low rumble of Max’s voice. She rolled over and