Healing Fire (11 page)

Goosebumps broke out over her skin,
the hotter she grew. She moaned softy at his reverent exploration.

Fire swept across her body when the
silky touch of his lips dipped along the edges of her bra. Damn. Her nipples
thrust up against the confines, and all she could think about was getting naked
and enjoying this hulk of a man.

"Stand up." He pulled her
hips forward off the bed and she eased to her feet. He grabbed the fabric of
her pants and slid them down.

She
gasped, realizing he'd taken her panties down along with them.

They pooled around her legs. He set
her back on the bed and removed her pants and shoes, shoving them aside.

His hand on her knee made her jerk as
she glanced down to find him studying the hideous criss-cross of white and red
scars from her knee up to along the side of her leg.

"I was pinned in the seat for
hours, they had to cut me out of the car. It then caught on fire…"

He bent and kissed her knee. "There
is nothing here I do not adore. You are more beauty than one man deserves. I
burn for my Summer, my protected."

He straightened and pushed her thighs
wide, knowing he now gazed upon the evidence of her lust.

Gently he cupped her face, gazing in
to her eyes with concern. "Are you alright? Does your leg hurt?"

"No, I'm fine, really. I can't
bend my knee too far back though."

He ran his hand up to cup her right
breast through the fabric of the bra. "You will tell me if it hurts, or if
anything I do brings you pain?" He smiled, his head dipping to steal a
woefully brief kiss. "I only want to bring you pleasure. I will go slowly."

Slow was going to kill her. Summer
shook her head. "I want you, like I've never wanted anyone before. Please
touch me, kiss me, and make me yours."
 

His eyes sparkled with desire. The
lines around his mouth softened into a warm sexy smile. God, did he have any
idea how gorgeous he was?

He responded by laying his hands on
her shoulders to draw her close. She didn't need any coaxing to lift her mouth
to his as he kissed her again.

After brushing her lips with his, a
lock of his dark hair fell forward, tickling the side of her brow. She reached
up, pushed it aside and let her fingers glide through the fine strands. He bent
to nibble her neck, his warm breath heating everything in its path and
quickening her pulse into an erratic thump.

She inhaled his natural, masculine
scent. His hands left her shoulders; one rested on her hip, the other slowly
meandering along her arm past her waist and came to rest on her ass. He pulled
her against his erection tenting his pants, causing her whole body to quiver in
response.

It had been too long since she'd felt
a man's touch. He traced the lines of her breast, slipped a finger along the
bottom of the underwire and tugged, allowing her breast to spill into his eager
hand. Obviously he'd ignored her earlier advice, but it didn't matter.

"Perfect and beautiful, just as I
imagined them to be."

He pushed up the other side and
stripped it off over her head; it landed with the rest of the pile of discarded
clothing.

Summer felt the heat rise into her
cheeks at his words, and while her insides melted at his touch, she relished
every delicious stroke of his hands against her skin. Everything about him--being
in her room, in her bed and touching her--seemed right. Even kneeling before
her, he was a force to be reckoned with. Wide shoulders, strong chest and
lovely smooth skin. Arms so large and muscled he could easily crush her, but
they were surprisingly gentle when he held her close.

Her hungry gaze took in every inch of
him. She saw the red marks the bear had left on his shoulder and older scars
running down the side of his chest. One she hadn't noticed before. They looked
more like claw scratch marks. She gingerly touched the scar.

"How did you get these?"

"Our last battle with the Drac,"
he said nonchalantly as he leaned in for another kiss.

"They look painful." She
pulled her hand away, not wanting to cause him any undue pain.

"Scratches. They heal." He
grabbed her hand, placing small kisses on her knuckles. He turned her palm over,
pressing his lips into its center. His tongue traced circles down along her wrists,
and her head started to spin.
 
He inched
closer to her on the bed.

"Please don't hold back because
of me. If it starts to hurt, I'll tell you. I promise."

Her back hit the cool sheets and his
fingers slipped between her folds. She bucked into him and rubbed her swollen
clit against his palm. Melor withdrew his fingers and stripped off his pants
before he pulled her closer, pushing her legs wider, setting himself between
her open legs.

The inside of her thighs were already
slick with her own need, but with his cock so close to her, she gyrated her
hips in frantic anticipation of what was to come.

She glanced up. She couldn't get
pregnant but still, she had some old condoms hidden in the back of her side
drawer.

"Protection?" she managed to
whisper.

"With my life, my lady."

Summer sucked in a ragged breath
through her teeth as he entered her fully with one deep thrust, pushing aside
her unused inner walls. He was large and thick, causing her to moan as she
dangled on the precipice of almost pain. All thoughts scattered at the feeling
imbedded deeply within her, forcing her to simply feel.

He paused to savor their flesh against
flesh melded together. This was what she needed, for him to take her and make
her feel alive with burning passion. No longer the grieving crippled widow, he
made her feel whole and worthy of life.

His breath as quick as hers, he
started to move within her, making her back arch and her fists clench the
sheets under her. His hand skimmed down her arms until her found her hands,
pushing them up bedside her head threading, his fingers through hers. Holding
her steady with each powerful stroke, he leaned forward to take a hardened bud
of her nipple between his teeth.

She cried out at the dual pleasure
coursing through her. The man above her arms was filled with power and
strength, but in his eyes she saw his vulnerability and tenderness hidden
behind his warrior visage.

She inhaled his scent. His raw passion
for her and the moment at hand melted her heart along with her body.

His mouth moved to her neglected
breast, sucking in time with his hard thrusts. It was all it took for her to
peak. Her back arched, her body trembling with her potent climax.

He clenched his jaw and shuddered as
she writhed beneath his powerful body, her fingers tightening on his, tugging
him closer as she quivered. Fast and frantic he moved to reach his pinnacle
until he gave a deep guttural groan and collapsed beside her.

He pulled her into his arms, whispering
her name until he was breathless, sending waves of delightful shiver straight
to her heart.

Chapter
Nine

Little specks of dust floated through
the air on beams of morning sunlight peeking its way through the blinds of
Summer's bedroom.

She blinked, drawing in a deep breath
as her mind slowly awakened. She frowned in confusion.

What was she doing sleeping on the
left side of the bed instead of her usual right side?

Heat pressing along her naked back
gave her the first clue, along with the warm masculine breath tickling the back
of her neck. She wiggled a little, only to find a strong arm banded around her
middle.

Memories of last night came flooding
back. A smile spread over her lips.

Melor's arm shifted along with the
pattern of his breathing. His hand slid up to cup her breast, molding it into
his palm before his fingers brushed over her hardening nipple, rolling it
between his fingertips and squeezing gently.

Summer inhaled on a gasp and exhaled
on a low moan as instant heat shot through her body. Her hips jerked back
against his hard erection nestled in the crack of her ass cheeks.

"Good morning, my lady," he
whispered, his deep rumbling tone making her quiver with delight. He licked the
shell of her ear before sucking her lobe into his mouth and lightly biting.

Her lower belly clenched as her juices
slicked her channel and her clit pulsed in need.

Molten pleasure overrode the dull
aching in her side and knee. His hand left her breast, coasting lower across
her stomach down between the junction of her thighs.

His thick finger slipped between her
slicked folds, expertly finding her swelling nub, stroking it. She groaned and
panted, her hips jerking back against his cock in a silent plea. She needed him
to stroke her faster.

His right arm slipped under her side
until she was cradled completely in his arms yet still on their side. He took
hold of her right breast, caressing the sensitized flesh as he mouth-teased and
kissed the skin at the nape of her neck.

His hard cock rubbed along her ass as
he continued to manipulate her clit; her moans of delight grew louder the
closer she came to release.

Suddenly his hand left her heat. She
growled her disapproval. She was so close to coming.

A soft chuckle vibrated against her
back.

"Do you wish to come, my lady?"

"Yes, please, Melor, please."

"Not until I'm inside you."
He gripped her right leg, pushing it slightly forward, so not to cause her any
undue discomfort, giving him better access to connect the head of his cock with
the mouth of her sex.

He pushed forward as his hand pressed
against her stomach to pull her back, impaling her on his hard length. Her eyes
rolled back into her head at the sheer bliss of having him imbedded deeply
inside of her. Their flesh melded together, making them one.

Within a few strong strokes, the
sudden climax slammed through her body; she cried out with the force, her every
nerve ending zinging and tingling in delight.

Melor's pace became frantic as he
thrust faster, his breathing ragged as he strived to reach his own bliss,
prolonging her own climax.

He shuddered and groaned loudly,
shouting her name as he came. He pulled from her heat and slumped onto his
back. She rolled onto her front and he pulled her back into his arms.

They lay in post sexual contentment as
their heart rates and breathing slowly began to calm.

Reality sank back in as the throbbing
in her leg grew. Summer gritted her teeth. Her once lax muscles tensed against
the pain now overriding everything else.

"You need your potions."
Melor's chest rumbled as he spoke.

"I'm sorry. I didn't want to ruin
the moment."