Page 33 of Mountain Trial

He dimmed the light, leaving the room in semi-darkness, and rolled the chair towards her. He parked the wheelchair on the side of the bed and transferred himself onto it in a single, practiced move.

“Come here,” he said, opening his arms. Kat lay down beside him, placing one hand on his upper chest. Beneath her palm, his heart beat a strong, steady beat. She raised her face to tell him how much she enjoyed touching him, and met his lips instead.

Once again, the kiss stole her breath away. His lips were warm, firm and gentle, all at the same time, and dragged against hers with exquisite friction. As their tongues met, in a dance that was new but eternal, she tasted his desire and hers, along with a shot of peppermint. It soothed her to know that he’d taken the time to brush his teeth when he was in the bathroom. She recognized the tooth-brushing for what it was―a sign that he wasn’t as calm as he seemed.

Finally, she pulled away to breathe.

“You taste so sweet,” he said, his voice husky with desire.

“Like the white wine we had for dinner, I imagine,” she laughed.

The sound of her own laugh distracted her. She didn’t remember ever laughing in bed with a man.

His clever hands went to the back of her bra. His breath was soft against her ear. “May I take this off?”

She nodded eagerly. Moments later, her breasts were free. Her nipples pebbled under his gaze.

“God, you’re beautiful,” he said.

She savored the touch of his fingers as they skimmed down her neck, past her collarbone. His hands cupped the weight of her breasts.

“I need … more,” she said.

His fingers hooked on the edge of her underwear and he pulled it down, leaving her completely naked in his arms.

“Can I take off your clothes as well?” she asked.

He nodded, but his expression was tight as she touched his midriff. She felt the exact spot where the injury made itself felt―where the muscles above were tight and toned, those below the invisible barrier felt softer.

“Does it hurt?” she asked, watching him flinch. “I don’t want to cause you pain.”

“No. I can’t feel anything below that point. The lack of feeling is … unnerving, I guess. Something you don’t really get used to.”

She pushed through her indecision, tugging down his tracksuit bottoms and boxer shorts. She was relieved to see a sizable erection straining against the cotton material―penetration might not matter that much to her, but she got the feeling it might matter to him, and she wanted this to be good for him too.

His expression was suddenly guarded as he looked down at his legs.

“Not pretty, huh,” he said.

“It’s hard to see much, since you turned off the lights. But I’ll be sure to tell you when it’s light outside,” she said.

His smile warmed her heart. She moved her hand to cup his erection. His cock clenched in her hand. Luc inhaled sharply.

“Can you feel that?”

He nodded. “A bit. I think I could come just from looking at your hand around my cock.”

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves,” Kat said.

“Indeed, let’s not. There’s so much more I want to do with you.” His hand went down to her mound and touched the soft hair there.

“A landing strip,” he breathed. “A fucking landing strip, just for me.”

She forgot what she was going to say as his long index finger parted her folds. She felt him slide right in―she didn’t remember the last time she’d been this hot and wet.

“God, you’re tight,” he whispered. His digit teased her, moving inside her, while his thumb rubbed against her needy clit.

“Yes … just like that.”