“Warm,” she choked out. “Your touch is warm.”
“And here?”
“Yes . . . yes!”
When he went to move it upward, onto her thigh, she furiously yanked the coverings off of herself so she would have no impediments. Her heart was thundering and—
He laid his palm upon her other leg.
This time, she felt . . . nothing.
“No, no . . . touch me, touch me again!” The demand was harsh, her focus manic. “Touch me—”
“Hold on—”
“Where did it go—do it again! By all that is holy with your God, do it anew—”
“Payne.” He captured her frantic hands. “Payne, look at yourself.”
The glow was gone. Her skin, her flesh . . . was normal. “Damn it all—”
“Hey. Beautiful. Hey—look at me.” Somehow her eyes found his. “Take a deep breath and just relax. . . . Come on, breathe with me. That’s it. That’s good. . . . I’ll get it back for you. . . .”
When he bent toward her, she felt the gentle stroke of his fingertips on her neck. “You feel this?”
“Yes . . .” Impatience warred with the effect of his deep voice and his slow, meandering touch.
“Close your eyes—”
“But—”
“Close them for me.”
When she did as she was told, the pads of his fingers disappeared . . . and were replaced by his mouth. His lips brushed her throat and then sucked at her skin, the subtle pull unleashing a welling heat between her legs.
“Feel this?” he said in a gravelly voice.
“ Fates . . . yes . . .”
“Then let me keep going.” With subtle pressure, he urged her back against the pillows. “Your skin is so smooth. . . .”
As he nuzzled at her, the sound of his mouth made delicious clicking sounds below her ear, and those fingers of his traveled back and forth on her collarbone . . . then dipped down. In response, a curious, languid warmth boiled in her torso and tightened up her nipples, and she became aware of her whole body . . . every inch of herself. Even her legs.
“See, bambina, it’s back. . . . Look.”
Her lids were heavy as stones as she opened them, but when she glanced down, the glow was a huge relief—and made her hold on to the sensations he was calling out of her.
“Give me your mouth,” he said roughly. “Let me in.”
His voice was guttural, but his kiss was gentle and teasing, pulling at her lips and stroking, before he licked at her. And then she felt his hand on her outer leg.
“I feel you,” she said into his kiss, tears coming to her eyes. “I feel you.”
“I’m glad.” He eased back a little, his face serious. “I don’t know what this is—I’m not going to lie. Jane isn’t sure, either.”
“I do not care. I just want my legs back.”
He had a moment’s pause. But then he nodded, as if he were taking a vow to her. “And I’m going to do whatever I can to give them to you.”