“You? But why?” Kish asked.
“In case you haven’t noticed, I’m blind. Most men, hel, most people, don’t want to deal with that.”
“That doesn’t matter to me. Besides, I can fix that.”
She took a step back from him. “But what if I don’t want you to fix it? Or what if I chose for you to fix it and for some reason it didn’t work? I can’t imagine a man of your caliber would even give a second glance at a woman like me.”
He stepped closer again and took her hands in his.
“You’re pissing me off now. Don’t say that. You are the most beautiful woman I have ever set eyes upon.
And whether you remained blind forever or not would not matter one bit to me. Wel, that’s not completely true. The only way it matters to me is because I wish you could experience al the things I do, as I do. But as far as me not wanting to deal with it, as you put it? There is nothing to deal with. You are a self-sufficient woman who can obviously take care of herself. I don’t see you as a burden or a bother.”
“I don’t know if I believe that one hundred percent.”
“I said I would never lie to you, sweetheart.”
“It’s just that if you realy are a wer—lycan, you are a predator, and predators depend upon their senses. Al of them. I can’t see how you wouldn’t view me as inferior.”
“Stop it.” He gave her hands a gentle shake. “I don’t view you as inferior. Yes, I would worry about you more under certain circumstances, but I wil always protect you whether you can see or not. Your blindness means nothing to me one way or another.
The only way it matters to me is if it bothers you because I would be unhappy if you were upset about anything.”
She smiled, launched herself against him, and squeezed him tight. “That’s the way I feel about your scars, Kish. They only bother me because they seem to bother you. I don’t want you to be in pain.”
He cupped her cheek in his palm. “I’m sorry it’s so difficult for me to believe that someone as caring, as genuine, as kind, as selfless as you exists.”
“Can’t you find it in your heart to give me a chance to prove I’m real? To prove I would never turn my back on you because of your scars?”
“I’l try, Georgia, but I won’t promise anything. I do love you. You are my mate, and I’m sorry I’ve let my past get in the way of that.”
“Don’t be sorry for your past, Kish. It’s what made you, you. And I think you are incredible.” She frowned. “Do you think you might tel me how you got your scars one day?”
“Maybe. Right now what I’d realy like to do is kiss you, if you don’t mind?”
“I would like that very much.”
He bent his head and brushed her lips. “You are so tiny.”
“I think you are big.” She giggled.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he whispered.
“I don’t break easily. Let’s find out how tough I am, huh?”
He growled and took her mouth in a possessive kiss that sent pulses of pleasure through her body straight to her lower bely. His mouth was magical.
Until this moment, she’d never understood exactly what that song about a magic man meant. Now it was crystal clear to her.
One hand slid around to her nape and the other slid down and around to cup one cheek of her butt.
She moaned as his tongue dipped into her mouth and tangled with her own. She pushed her fingers up and through his short hair where she tangled them in the thick mass as wel as she could. She tugged him closer and the kiss deepened. He stole the breath from her lungs, and she happily gave it to him. His taste was intoxicating.
How was it that this man could bring out such intense feelings in her after only knowing him for such a short time? She’d dated other men for months and had never felt this kind of abandonment, this kind of connection, this kind of raw, sexual need. But until she’d met Kish, she’d never believed in love at first sight either. She did now. If fate had indeed marked her to be Kish’s mate, who was she to argue, because at this moment in time, it sure felt as if Mother Nature knew exactly what she’d been doing.
His long fingers left her nape and trailed down to her colarbone then finaly came to rest on her breast.
He kissed a path along her jaw and nibbled at her earlobe while he began toying with the nipple that had puckered into a peak and poked against the fabric of her shirt.
“I want to be inside you so much, Georgia. I’ve waited for you my entire life. I need you.”
“Oh yes, Kish! Yes! Yes!”
Heat flooded her body as his mouth returned to hers. He demanded everything and gave everything in return. He nipped, sucked, and soothed her with his teeth and tongue. He roled her nipple gently between his fingers then kneaded her breast. She moaned into his mouth, and low grumbles came from his chest in answer.
She stroked her hand down his chest, over his abdomen where she stopped to admire his six-pack before coming to rest on his cock. She sucked in a sharp breath when she felt the sheer size of it straining against his jeans. How would he ever fit? He was huge everywhere.
He gently pushed her backward until her thighs bumped the mattress and they both tumbled down onto the bed. He was careful to keep most of his weight from crushing her. His large frame covered her, engulfed her, but only made her feel safe. There was no intimidation in his actions. She was confident that if she gave him so much as a tiny push of the hand, he’d back off. But him backing off was the last thing on her mind. She roled her hips up and wrapped her legs around his lean waist.
“I haven’t done this in a long time, Kish.”
“Good,” he whispered as his fingers dove under her sweats then her panties and stroked a path of fire over her clit.
She gasped. “I meant . . .” She moaned as his finger slid over her again. “I might not . . .” She bucked as he breached her and thrust deep through her wet heat. “Be very good at this.”
He stopped. Right there with two fingers buried inside her, he stopped. “You have already brought me more pleasure than I’ve ever known. If you were any better, you’d kil me.”
Then he puled his fingers from her slow before sliding home again.
“Kish! That feels so good.”
She reached for his cock again, and when she touched him, he ground against her hand and quickened the stroking of his fingers. In and out, in and out. His thumb rubbed over her clit with every third stroke. Pressure built inside her and she was torn between wanting to cry or scream with joy. But just as she thought she couldn’t take any more, she flew apart under his clever hand.
He drank her cries and relentlessly stroked her through each spasm of her release until tears spiled over her cheeks.
“Did I hurt you?”
“No,” she whispered. “That was incredible. You are incredible.”
He kissed her slowly. “I’m only getting started.”
Suddenly, he froze.
“What is it? Did I do something, Kish?”
“Shh.”
She waited for him to say something, holding her breath until he finaly did.
“Get dressed.” He scrambled off of her.
“What’s wrong?”
“Please, Georgia. Just do as I say. There wil be time for explanations later. Hurry, sweetheart.”
Chapter Fourteen
Brady was looking out the window of the front door when Kish came into the living room.
“You see them?”
“No.”
“I need you to get Georgia to safety,” Kish told Brady.
“I can help you.”
“No. You’re stil injured. I’ve only scented two.
Believe me, I’m more than capable of taking care of two rogues who think they’re bigger than their britches. I need to know she’s safe.”
Brady nodded. “What do you want me to do?”