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CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
Adelia’s sleepy dreams were pleasantly interrupted by Colin’s warm arms, and she nestled closer, hoping that he’d be there to meet her when she drifted back to sleep.
But she couldn’t fall again, and restless, the only thing that had her concentration was his breath against her ear. Their legs had tangled while they’d slept, and she briefly worried about how his sidewas, wanting to push him onto his back, then selfishly, she stopped, enjoying the heavy weight of his legs wrapped with hers.
She noticed her own breaths, each seemingly intentional, as though she had to remember to breathe, and Adelia wished she could ignore that powerful way he enveloped her body. His hand had found itself resting on her bare stomach, under her shirt while they’d slumbered,and maybe that was why her dreams were so pleasant.
“You smile in your sleep.” His lips nipped against her ear lobe.
“You’re awake?” She shivered, then inhaled deeply. “I had a good dream.”
“What about?”
“It might’ve had something to do with being the little spoon.” Her pulse jumped at the unexpectedly soft drift of his rough fingers over her stomach. “You’re moving around a lot.”
“It’s hardnot to.” His hand slid toward the top of her pants.
She bit her bottom lip, wishing that meant he’d touch her and knowing he was just stroking her stomach. Her selfishness was nearly out of control when he teased her, but she couldn’t listen to reason, especially not when he made her heart thunder anytime he came within striking distance of spots that were most sensitive.
He played with thetop of her pants, and if she could’ve pinned her hips to the bed in order to stay still, she would have. Acting like a statue was so damn hard. She needed to be responsible, and he was supposed to rest and recuperate, and if she spontaneously exploded from a bit up need, that was on her.
The tips of his fingers teased at the opening of her pants. Her eyes squeezed shut as a brutal flush of arousalcurled up her spine. “Colin…What are you doing?”
His sexy laugh rumbled low against her ear, and even if he hadn’t been skillfully unfastening the top button of her jeans, she would’ve felt the spike of every goose bump and shiver cascade across her body at the low baritone of his amusement. “Should I narrate?”
“That’s not what I meant.” Her voice trembled with a need that he had to have heardloud and clear.
“I’m sliding my hand down your pants,” he narrated anyway. “Want to know why?”
“Ah…” Adelia could answer for him as the confident strokes of his exploring fingertips moved under her panties. “I could guess.”
“If you guessed, that would save me energy.” He wasted no time, cupping against her mound and pressing his fingers against her damp skin.
She sucked a deep breath in,still completely wanting this and positive that his surgeon and nurse would say no!
Her eyelashes fluttered at the delicious dance he teased her with, stroking and rubbing, teasing and thumbing her clitoris, carefully delving back to her slick fold. “The nurse said doctor’s orders... were…” He stole her breath with his fingers. “Take it easy.”
“I heard…” He dropped kisses along her neck. “Spreadyour legs wider for me, beautiful.”
Nearly shaking in anticipation, Adelia inched her thighs apart. Colin’s warm breath became hotter against the shell of her ear. Her thudding heartbeats galloped faster as two thick, long fingers pushed into her body.
Her jaw fell open, and she arched off the bed with Colin’s approving murmur buzzing close.
“Just like that.” He plunged his fingers into heragain, and the deep roll of his voice vibrated down her neck, straight to the tips of her breasts.
Colin swiped his tongue swiped across her ear lobe as she arched, moaning for more, and he eased his fingers, telling her sweet things about her tight pussy.
He thrust his fingers again, starting a pattern that promised her she could fly higher than the moon.
She opened her eyes, not realizingshe’d tossed her head to the side, and came face-to-face with him. Her mouth took his, kissing him harder than she should, and their tongues tangled, hungrily and possessively. Need and desire made the kisses addictive, and she was too close to the edge of control. “Wait—Limited activity. Nothing strenuous. I’m notstrong enough to behave.”
“Good thing I have—”
“Will power?” Adelia panted. Rightnow, she wasn’t sure Colin really had that in him. There was only so much torture a man could take.
“You.” He drove his fingers into her most sensitive spots, holding her gaze, adjusting his angle until she was on the verge of tears and clawed the sheets.
She was so close—and she wanted to kill him. “God.” Adelia thrashed. Her hips writhed in time with Colin’s fingers, hovering on the edgeof a climax that almost hurt. Her hands went into her hair.
He carefully pitched toward her, drilling his hand between her legs. “Look at me.”
Adelia did, and his blue eyes were a sea of her emotion like a mirror of everything she was scared of and hadn’t thought about in years but trapped away to protect her. He could do that. Even shot and bandaged, Colin could protect her, keep her, wantto make her feel good. He needed her as much as she needed him, and realizing that, she fell apart.
“Yes.” His primal groan fed needy feminine light inside her.
Her chin bobbed like she was answering a call to the wild, giving way to emotion she couldn’t dare touch. All of her shined bright. Every part of her screamed for him, for more, for everything she could give him as her legs went numband her pussy quivered. Wave after wave of a climax rolled over her, and his exhausted words told she did well, that she was beautiful—that she was his.
If only she had enough energy to push her lips together, because all she needed to say was that she loved him.