Hart To Hart
at her perusal. He knew that look. It had take me written all over it. Vic leaned forward and let his lips part.
    Kiss me . Being together like this had stirred deep memories while at the same time formed new ones. He hadn’t let a day pass without thinking about her—what was she doing, if she was happy, and did she wonder about him? So what if she’d turned down a date a few months ago. That was before she needed him.
    “Vic?” The whisper signaled her desire.
    When El placed her hand on his, adrenaline and hormones slammed through him, robbing him of rational thought. With his good hand, he cupped the back of her head and drew her close, giving her every opportunity to tell him no. When her lids slightly lowered, he made his move. Christ, it was like he was fifteen again.
    The second their lips touched, chaos washed over him. Hungry for her, he scooted closer and nipped at her bottom lip, praying she wouldn’t move away. Was this wise? Fuck no, but he couldn’t stop himself. He had to taste her, even if it was only one more time.
    “We shouldn’t,” she panted between tastes.
    “No, but I want you too much to stop.” He held his breath. El wasn’t drunk now. If she let him touch her, just a little, he’d be a happy man.
    “You’re injured.”
    He lifted his left arm enough to clasp her elbow. His shoulder was stiff but the pain was worth it. “Kiss me and I’ll show you how healthy I am.”
    He teased open her lips, loving the mix of flavors from coffee to bacon. El groaned and he dove in. Sweetness surrounded him as he explored her familiar mouth. When she returned with a thrust of her own, his cock strained for release. He then lowered his right hand, clasped hers, and placed it on his cock. “I want you.”
    She tightened her grip and he thought he’d burst right there. “We shouldn’t,” she whispered.
    “You said that before and yet here we are.” If they discussed the pros of cons of what they were doing, she’d convince herself this wasn’t wise. Sometimes a man just needed to take control. “Take off your clothes and let me love you.”
    She hesitated and his heart hitched. Vic stood to show her how amazing it could be between them. Without any sudden moves, he lowered his briefs with one hand. “My body is burned and scarred. I wish it were different, but it’s not.”
    As soon as he stepped out of his shorts, she zeroed in on his fully-erect cock. When she licked her lips, he wanted to slam her against the wall and take her, but with El, he needed to be patient.
    She ran a finger down his abs. “You look amazing. I’m the one who’s gotten fat.”
    He’d lost weight but not much muscle. “You look better now. Sexier. More feminine.”
    Her smile trembled. “You’re just saying that.”
    He grabbed his cock with his right hand. “Does it look like I’m not attracted to you?”
    “No.”
    He nodded to her. “You need help getting naked?”
    “Uh-huh.”
    While he had a condom—an old one—in his wallet, he loved to go bareback. “I’ve been tested. I’m good if you are.”
    Now she smiled. “You just hate to wear protection. If I recall that was how Charlotte was conceived.”
    “Guilty.” Lying would serve no purpose. El’s fingers moved to the bottom of her shirt. She hesitated and he closed his eyes to garner some control. “Are you torturing me on purpose?”
    “I’m scared.”
    He opened his eyes. “Of me? That I’ll hurt you?”
    She lowered her hands and leaned closer. “Of course not. Of disappointing you.”
    His heart nearly cracked. “You could never disappoint me.” He crossed his heart, and then helped her with her shirt.
    She swatted his hands away. “I have this.” El removed her top and let it drop to the ground.
    He licked his lips. “Keep going, darling, but hurry. I’m not sure how long I can stand here and just watch.”
    Reaching behind her, she unhooked her bra then slowly lowered the straps. Time stood still. Her heavy breasts

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