Twenty-three year old Holly Reece had it all. A great job, a new car and house, and fantastic friends. All of that ended in a night she just can’t forget. Left bearing the scars from someone else’s stupidity, Holly is all alone in a world that would just rather forget she even exists.
Wade has watched his adopted brother, Dean, battle his own demons for years. Nothing he has done has helped Dean get over his inability to be intimate with a woman.
When they stumble upon a young disabled woman being attacked, Wade thinks he might just have found Dean’s cure, and a woman who can love them both. Now the only question he has is…how does he stop Dean from running scared long enough to try?
The slight pressing of her thighs against each other pleased him. He unsettled her, inflamed her passion. It was a positive sign.
“And would you like to touch what you see? Maybe even taste it?”
Wade knew he was pushing her, but he needed to know if she could take what he needed of her. If she couldn’t handle his directness, then she truly wasn’t the one Dean and he needed.
Only a woman who knew not only true humility, but patience, would be able to break through the walls that Dean’s past had erected around his heart—walls that even Dean himself had no hope of breaking through without help. He just prayed that Holly was that woman.
She tempted him to distraction. Her soft floral scent teased his senses. Her brilliant cascade of soft dark hair begged for his hands to once again run through its length. Hell, he had almost thrown her down onto the lounge the first night and buried his cock deep within her while brushing out the tangles in her silky mane. Only the knowledge that she was in pain and flying high on the pain pills had been enough to keep his control tightly leashed.
Her skin called to him, begged for his tongue to worship every single inch of its silken surface. His mouth watered at the prospect of once more pulling her damp panties down her slender legs to unveil the guarded treasure beneath. His damned cock felt like it was going to split apart if it didn’t feel her soft small hands around it.
He reached down, readjusting the bulge at the front of his jeans as she watched on. Her eyes widened, her breath visibly hitched as he rubbed his palm over the throbbing flesh.
“Well, sweetheart? Do you want what you see?”
Her breathing had picked up, its rapid panting rhythm a clear sign that she was getting seriously turned on. He stood and his long legged stride closed the distance that separated their seats. He straddled her slender legs, mindful of her injury as he sidled closer until there were only inches between her face and his belt.
“Go ahead, honey. If you want it, you only have to reach out. Touch me, baby. Show me how much you want this.”
Holly’s hands shook as she lifted them to Wade’s belt buckle. The hunk of chunky silver gave way easily on her first tug. Her trembling fingers fumbled with the closure and zipper. Wade gently brushed her hands aside and took over. The second he had eased the zipper down a little though, he allowed her the access they both needed to ease the hunger burning inside of them both.
Holly pulled the sides of his jeans open, exposing the hard planes of his abdomen to her touch. Wade tugged up his navy t-shirt, lifting it all the way off and tossing it aside. He captured her cheek in his palm and tilted her flushed face upward to meet his gaze.
“I’m all yours. Take what you want.”