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Marley reached up to uncoil the long waves of her auburn hair from the knot atop her head. He watched it tumble down her shoulders. Would she let him comb his fingers through her hair if he asked? Would she let him wind it around his hand so he could tug her head back, tipping up her chin and raising her mouth for a punishing kiss?
He shifted in his chair as that rather erotic image made his pants uncomfortably tight. Completely unaware of the way she was affecting him, Marley walked to her luggage and tucked her toiletry bag inside. When she turned, his gaze jumped to the nasty bruise on her upper thigh.
“What happened to your leg?” He set down his empty glass with a thunk and shoved out of his seat. “That looks terrible!”
“What?” She lowered her gaze. “Oh. This?” She gestured to the violently purple and red mark. “Goose bite.”
Certain he had misheard her, he asked, “What?”
“A goose,” she said slowly. “It bit me at Agnesa’s farm.”
“Who knew, right? And they have teeth!” She turned her leg out to show him better. “Look! Goose teeth marks!”
He swore under his breath and knelt down to examine the horrible marks. She wasn’t lying. There were actual fucking teeth marks in her skin!
In disbelief that a bird could do this, he traced the edge of the bruise. “Does it hurt badly?”
“Only if I bump it,” she answered.
“We should have a doctor look at it.”
“Agnesa gave me some antibiotic ointment for it.”
He wasn’t sure what possessed him in that moment, but he pressed a tender kiss to the bruise. Marley inhaled a shocked breath and tangled her fingers in his hair. The sharp tug on his scalp sent an electric arc down his spine. Kneeling at her feet, he gazed up at the woman who had stolen his heart with one shy smile. Now, her eyes were dark with desire and excitement. There was nothing shy about the smile she offered now.
He skimmed his fingers up her bare legs and grasped her hips. He could feel her shuddery breaths under his hands as he peppered soft kisses along the exposed skin of her upper thigh and the curve of her waist. When he gripped the band of her shorts and started to tug them down, she gave his hair another pull, stopping him. He growled at the painful sting but didn’t ask her to stop. He ignored the reason why and pretended he wasn’t finding it enjoyable to be at her mercy.
“B, what are you doing?” The shortening of his name felt perfectly familiar. It was the sort of sweet thing only she would dare. He supposed that was because he would only allow her such an intimate liberty.
“What I’ve been dreaming about doing since the day I met you,” he murmured before dragging his mouth along the slope of her belly. He inched the shorts down her hips, baring more of her silky skin and delighting in the flush that crept into the paleness he uncovered. He kissed every little freckle he discovered, and she gasped his name. “Tell me to stop,” he commanded. “Or let me taste you.”
“Stop,” she ordered, jerking hard enough that he winced. Before he could ask her why, she trailed her fingers down his cheek and traced his mouth. “I think you should kiss me here,” she touched her own mouth, “before you kiss me there.”