Free Never Too Hot by Bella Andre

cupped her ass as if he owned her, she wanted to be the woman to heal him.
    All the while knowing that it wasn’t just giving, it was taking, that she was seeking her own pleasure too.
    And then his hands were moving up from her hips to cup her breasts and she didn’t recognize herself anymore, this woman who was moaning as his fingertips brushed against her nipples. His skin felt deliciously rough and jagged against her, and her sound of pleasure came straight from the center of her.
    Oh yes, please, more. She hadn’t been this close to coming apart in a man’s arms in years and she wanted it so badly that when he abruptly cursed and pushed away from her, it came as a total shock.
    She sat down hard on his bed. What had just happened? One minute his hands were everywhere, the next he didn’t want to touch her.
    It was so tempting to go to the place where her feelings were hurt, where she could tell herself that he didn’t like big girls like her. Every last one of her instincts tried to take her there, but she fought hard against them all.
    It just didn’t make sense. He’d wanted her, she knew he did. What had been about to happen was elemental. Completely out of control for both of them.
    He couldn’t have just up and changed his mind. Not without a damn good reason. So, for once, instead of running off with her tail between her legs, she wrapped her robe around her and stayed where she was.
    “What happened? What’s wrong?”
    It was like looking at a rock, he was so devoid of emotion as he stood against the window. Almost as if he refused to let himself feel anything at all.
    “I told myself I wasn’t going to touch you. Jesus, I was completely out of control. I could have hurt you.”
    It was scary, but she had to say it, had to tell him the truth. “I wanted it just as much as you did.” She’d been just as out of control as he had.
    Giving in to her desire for Connor was the most reckless and impulsive thing she’d ever done. She knew she should be relieved that he’d stopped her, that they hadn’t made any bigger of a mistake than this.
    But she wasn’t. She wasn’t relieved at all.
    He still wasn’t looking at her. He continued staring at the wall behind her head as he said, “I couldn’t feel you.”
    He couldn’t feel her?
    “Of course you could. It was—” The word incredible was on the tip of her tongue, but before she could say anything more, his eyes locked onto hers.
    “My hands. They went numb.”
    There was so much darkness in his blue depths it took her breath away.
    “I couldn’t feel you.”
     

 

     
     

CHAPTER SIX
     
    CONNOR COULDN’T believe he’d just told her that. No one knew about his hands going numb except for the doctors he’d secretly visited. He’d gotten so good at faking it these past couple of years, made sure not to grab anything if he wasn’t absolutely certain he’d hang on to it, but just now, when he couldn’t resist touching her bare skin, he’d lost all sensation.
    Fuck.
    He wanted to be left alone. To get the hell out of here. To find some alternate reality where this shit would stop happening. Where he’d be normal—hell, where he’d be sane—again.
    “What were you dreaming about? When I came in?”
    Shit. How could he have forgotten? That’s why she was in his room in the first place. Because he’d been stuck in a flashback.
    His pride pricked at his insides, made his words rough and mean. “You don’t know me. I don’t know you.”
    He let his eyes move across her thighs peeking out from her robe, made damn sure she could see that he was still completely naked—and that his body still wanted her despite everything.
    “Don’t confuse wanting sex with something more.”
    Okay. Any moment now she’d get off his bed and run back to her room. But as the seconds ticked down she stayed right where she was. Frustration ate away at him, even as sensation came back into his hands, the worst case of pins and needles he’d had