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And she wanted to embrace a naked Lars in this moment.
With the tip of the finger, she traced the long scar on the back of his hand, something she had wanted to do since he told her the silly story about Ninja Turtles. “Does Sten have as many scars as you do?”
His voice was husky. “You’ll have to ask Izzy.”
She lifted his hand to her lips and kissed the scar, dragging her tongue along the thickened skin. “You weren’t allowed to cry when you got this, were you?”
He sucked in a breath, his chest expanding before her eyes. “Cry? Not in the Jenkins manual.”
Shifting closer to all his heat, she traced the scar over his eye. “I’ve wanted to kiss this one for a long time.”
“Danni, do you know what you’re doing?”
She stared into his eyes, wanting him to see her need. “I know exactly what I’m doing. Do you?”
There it was again. The low grumbly laugh that made all her female parts shift into high alert.
“I know what I want to do. But you’ve just been through a horrendous experience. And you’ve been very clear that this”—he pointed between them—“isn’t what you want.”
“It’s a woman’s privilege to change her mind.”
His angular cheekbones flushed bright red, making his eyes glow brighter. “I just want to make sure that this isn’t something you’ll regret. What about Hardy?”
She followed a path along his cheekbones and then down to his lower lip. “I’m Alex’s bodyguard. Or I guess I was his bodyguard. Nothing else. We pretended to be together to try to bring out his stalker. Who knew it would bring out the cartel?”
“I didn’t think you were with Hardy…” He grabbed her finger and kissed it before taking it into his mouth and sucking it. “I wasn’t sure if I was just hoping.”
She tried not to squirm from the restlessness he caused with the heat and moisture from his mouth.
“I’ve never wanted a woman as I want you.” His husky rumble voice made Danni purr.
“You were pretty obvious.” His message that this was sex, and only sex tonight, was received loud and clear. He wanted her. Nothing else. She ignored her better sense and reminded herself that tonight was about embracing the moment.
His eyes shone brighter with lust. “I want to make sure you’re totally on board since I’ve had a lot of time to think about all the ways I plan to get my revenge for what you’ve put me through.”
“What have I done to you?” Danni traced his eye scar with her tongue, bringing her close enough that his hot breath with a hint of cool mint washed over her face.
“What have you done to me? Driven me crazy with wanting you. Only you and no other woman on the planet. Only you, Danni.”
Thrills went through her. What woman wouldn’t respond?
“Bring on your best, Lars. I’m asking you real nice.”
And there was the low sexy rumble that sent her into a tailspin of need.
Chapter Fifteen
Lars’s soft, lush lips gently kissed her as his broad hands slid down her arms, generating heat wherever he touched. The tender touch enticed her more than any roughness would. He tasted her lips one at a time, tantalizing her with his tongue, nipping with his teeth. He licked each corner of her mouth, then slowly sucked on the curve of her lower lip. His gentle caresses sent her heart into a wild, frenzied beat. She had expected him to be like—this Viking descendant and macho marine plundering her mouth in a fierce and possessive way.
Wanting more of the sensual Lars, she wrapped her arm and her cast around his neck and playfully nibbled, grazing her teeth over his full lower lip. Following his lead, she sucked his lip into her mouth.
His low growl sent primitive signals to every womanly cell in her body.
Already a pool of craving, she swung her leg over his and straddled his lap, needing his strong body against her. She pushed forward to rub her breasts against his broad pecs. She inhaled the musky odor of his maleness as she took his ear between her teeth and bit it.
His body tightened around her as he crushed her to him. With only sweatpants on, she could feel every detail of the hard ridge of his erection swelling beneath her. She licked inside his ear, thrusting her tongue in and out before taking the lobe into her mouth.
She was entranced by the way his hot body discharged boiler heat. She captured his angular face between her hands, his stubble rough against her palms, and kissed him, her tongue insisting on entrance. Sliding along his. Demanding his mouth. She didn’t want to be the only one going up in flames. He met her, drawing her tongue into his moist heat, building the intensity until she couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think.
His paw-like hand fisted in her hair as he pulled her back to gain access to her neck, making her vulnerable to his powerful embrace. He rained kisses along her neck, sweet kisses that sent shivers throughout her before he pulled hard on her delicate skin, marking her as his.
She relished the excitement of belonging to this man.
“You taste so good.” He smacked his lips and grinned at her. “I can’t wait to taste every inch of you.”
His words set her insides on fire. Her face heated, embarrassed by how quickly this man could make her burn for him.
“You don’t taste too bad yourself.” Her retort came out sharper than she wanted.
“Hey, what is it, sweetheart?” His voice and eyes softened. “Are you having second thoughts?”
God, was he insane? One touch and she’d be a goner.
She avoided meeting his eyes. “No, are you?”
“Are you kidding? I’m