The sting in his side wasn’t enough to stop his pursuit of pleasure and he searched her eyes for some of that darkness that drew his thoughts from everything. “We shouldn’t. You’ve not fully healed.” She pressed her hands against his chest. Her resistance was one thing, her tone another. It suggested she wasn’t only concerned for his health. “I know my limitations and my strengths,” he said, repeating the very thing she had told him when she had a healthy appetite for sex. The temporary restraint of her hold slipped away. “Do you?” She tipped her head back, inviting his kiss along her neck. “I’d like to think so.” “Maybe you don’t always know what’s good for you.” She kissed his jaw. He held her nibbling lips on a path to the opposite side of his face and then over his mouth. “This will only sting for a second,” she said, pinching his bottom lip between her teeth, nipping the skin and drawing blood. “Ouch.” He jerked back and licked his tongue over the cut.
