and then lower until he circled the hard pink tip of her nipple.
Malin moaned softly and arched her back. He bent over and drew her nipple into his mouth, teasing at it with his tongue until she twisted beneath him. Her fingers found the hard length of his shaft, and she wrapped them around him.
The sensation of pure pleasure nearly sent him over the edge, and he clenched his jaw to try to regain control. This had never happened to him before. But then, he’d always been very focused when it came to sex. With Malin, he had no idea what he was doing and where it was all leading.
“Are you sure about this?” he whispered. He drew back and looked down into her eyes.
She nodded, pulling him into a deep and passionate kiss. “Are you?”
Thom was ready to give her the quick answer. Hell, he was always ready for sex. But he couldn’t bring himself to say it. He might get only one chance with Malin. He didn’t want to let it slip by so quickly. Instead he wanted to drag each step out. Yet the expectations were there. She’d probably heard all the rumors about his womanizing. Maybe she expected him to be some kind of sex god. And while the doctor had said she was fine to go about her regular activities, Thom was sure the doc hadn’t had this in mind. When they finally made love—as Thom was sure they would—he wanted it to be when he could take them both to the very limits of pleasure and beyond.
“I think we should stop,” Thom said.
“Stop? But why?”
“Drew told you to take it easy today. And the two of us together might...well, it might be too much for you to handle. After all, you do have a head wound.”
“We’re already naked,” she said.
“We could still enjoy that. Maybe you could show me your tattoos? I could give you a tour of my hockey scars.”
“I don’t have any tattoos,” Malin said.
He rolled off her and grabbed a felt-tip pen from the bedside table. “I could give you one,” Thom said. “What would you like? And where would you like it?”
She seemed puzzled at first, as if the sudden change in direction were the very last thing she expected. “Let me think about it,” Malin murmured. “Why don’t you start with your hockey scars?” She sat up and pulled the blankets over her lap, then brushed her tangled hair away from her face. “Go ahead. Begin.”
He crawled out of bed and pulled her up to her feet, then walked her over to the full-length mirror on the back of the door. As he stood there, looking at them both in their natural state, Thom was aware of one very simple notion.
This was the woman he’d been waiting for. And until this very moment, he hadn’t even known he’d been waiting.
* * *
I T WAS , QUITE POSSIBLY , the strangest day that Malin had ever spent with a man in her life. From the moment it had all begun, she’d thought that they’d toss aside all their inhibitions and indulge in wild, frantic sex. She’d been ready for it. In truth, she’d convinced herself that it was the only option.
But then they’d started talking and couldn’t seem to stop. The vulnerability of the two of them, curled up on his bed, completely naked and ready to surrender, seemed to open them to some crazy kind of confessional.
He’d told her that he’d started stealing to feed his family. That on his first day of juvie, he’d been so scared he’d cried himself to sleep. And that every time he laced up for a game, he was still worried someone would say it had all been a mistake and he didn’t deserve the chances he’d been given.
Malin had confessed that she felt like that, too, only in her nightmares it was her father telling her she wasn’t good enough. Would never be good enough.
Eventually there was a lull in their conversation and Malin grabbed her iPad. “I know what we should do,” Malin said. “We need to make you a Twitter account. And one for Instagram, too.”
“No,” Thom said. “I don’t want to deal with all that.”
“You don’t have
Malin moaned softly and arched her back. He bent over and drew her nipple into his mouth, teasing at it with his tongue until she twisted beneath him. Her fingers found the hard length of his shaft, and she wrapped them around him.
The sensation of pure pleasure nearly sent him over the edge, and he clenched his jaw to try to regain control. This had never happened to him before. But then, he’d always been very focused when it came to sex. With Malin, he had no idea what he was doing and where it was all leading.
“Are you sure about this?” he whispered. He drew back and looked down into her eyes.
She nodded, pulling him into a deep and passionate kiss. “Are you?”
Thom was ready to give her the quick answer. Hell, he was always ready for sex. But he couldn’t bring himself to say it. He might get only one chance with Malin. He didn’t want to let it slip by so quickly. Instead he wanted to drag each step out. Yet the expectations were there. She’d probably heard all the rumors about his womanizing. Maybe she expected him to be some kind of sex god. And while the doctor had said she was fine to go about her regular activities, Thom was sure the doc hadn’t had this in mind. When they finally made love—as Thom was sure they would—he wanted it to be when he could take them both to the very limits of pleasure and beyond.
“I think we should stop,” Thom said.
“Stop? But why?”
“Drew told you to take it easy today. And the two of us together might...well, it might be too much for you to handle. After all, you do have a head wound.”
“We’re already naked,” she said.
“We could still enjoy that. Maybe you could show me your tattoos? I could give you a tour of my hockey scars.”
“I don’t have any tattoos,” Malin said.
He rolled off her and grabbed a felt-tip pen from the bedside table. “I could give you one,” Thom said. “What would you like? And where would you like it?”
She seemed puzzled at first, as if the sudden change in direction were the very last thing she expected. “Let me think about it,” Malin murmured. “Why don’t you start with your hockey scars?” She sat up and pulled the blankets over her lap, then brushed her tangled hair away from her face. “Go ahead. Begin.”
He crawled out of bed and pulled her up to her feet, then walked her over to the full-length mirror on the back of the door. As he stood there, looking at them both in their natural state, Thom was aware of one very simple notion.
This was the woman he’d been waiting for. And until this very moment, he hadn’t even known he’d been waiting.
* * *
I T WAS , QUITE POSSIBLY , the strangest day that Malin had ever spent with a man in her life. From the moment it had all begun, she’d thought that they’d toss aside all their inhibitions and indulge in wild, frantic sex. She’d been ready for it. In truth, she’d convinced herself that it was the only option.
But then they’d started talking and couldn’t seem to stop. The vulnerability of the two of them, curled up on his bed, completely naked and ready to surrender, seemed to open them to some crazy kind of confessional.
He’d told her that he’d started stealing to feed his family. That on his first day of juvie, he’d been so scared he’d cried himself to sleep. And that every time he laced up for a game, he was still worried someone would say it had all been a mistake and he didn’t deserve the chances he’d been given.
Malin had confessed that she felt like that, too, only in her nightmares it was her father telling her she wasn’t good enough. Would never be good enough.
Eventually there was a lull in their conversation and Malin grabbed her iPad. “I know what we should do,” Malin said. “We need to make you a Twitter account. And one for Instagram, too.”
“No,” Thom said. “I don’t want to deal with all that.”
“You don’t have
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