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and placed his arms around her belly. His cane rested against her sliding glass door, and she felt his weight even though he was trying to put it all on his right leg.
    “Which do you prefer, manmade or natural skyline?” he asked as he presented her with one of his white roses.
    “Man made ones are just our way of mimicking God.”
    “You’re religious?”
    “I observe certain things.”
    “Hmm.” Marcus kissed her neck and she felt him stiffen against her backside. “The doctor said as long as I take things slow I can return to normal activities.”
    “Are you saying I have to be gentle with you?”
    “Pain with pleasure isn’t that bad.”
    “I wouldn’t know.”
    “With how you talk about handcuffs I thought for sure—”
    Jenna pulled away from the embrace and crossed to the kitchen to retrieve plates, setting the rose on the counter.
    “Did I say something wrong?”
    “Um…no…it’s just…” Jenna set two plates on the kitchen bar and looked up. “You’re a cop and it was something I thought would be relatable. I’m not into being tied up and spanked. If I gave you that impression—”
    Marcus took her in his arms and kissed her as they tumbled to find a base. His tongue swept along hers and she clawed at his back.
    “You didn’t. I’ve never restrained someone I wasn’t arresting. That was the only thing I was worried about with you. It made me think you were looking for someone to do things I couldn’t possibly do… Well, not until we had built up a huge amount of trust between us.”
    “Oh, good.”
    “There is one thing I do want to do though.”
    “And that is?” she asked with a quirked grin.
    Marcus put his hands on her hips and lifted her to the counter as if she weighed no more than a coffee cup. With a few light kisses to her lips he explored her neck and she felt her buttons popping on her blouse. The roughness of his hands mixed with the gentleness of his touch as he released her tingling breasts from her bra. Her blouse slid down her arms and pooled around her ass.
    “What was it you said about nature being symmetrical?” he asked as he picked up the blooming rose and let the velvet petals lightly brush her skin between her breasts. It trailed down to her belly then back up to circle each breast. The rose petals were cold yet teasing against her flesh, while his hand, warm and firm, satisfied her need for connection.
    Her breath turned ragged as she became lost watching his face change with every newly explored part of her body. He bit his bottom lip as his large hand cupped her hips, then glided up her stomach as she lay out on the cold granite. Slowly his long arm reached all the way to her neck. There was no rush. He was savoring the feel of her as much as she enjoyed the scorching heat of his touch.
    Cupping her neck he brought her up and placed the rose on her throbbing lips. The cool kiss from the rose only enhanced her desire for his lips. Leaning down she became the aggressor and claimed his mouth as her own. His kiss was like his tease—slow, sensual, and making Jenna ache to have him inside her.
    “Delicious,” he whispered against her lips, and she clenched from the memory from before surgery.
    Nibbling his way down her neck her perked nipple stung with a sweet pleasure as he rolled the hardened flesh between his fingers until the warmth of his mouth took over.
    “Pleasure with pain,” she moaned, holding his head in her hands and bringing her lips to the top of his head.
    She could feel him smile against her breast as his now free hands pushed her skirt up her thighs. Strong fingers went from powerful to delicate as they removed her lace thong. Her core ached as he suckled her breast and plunged two fingers inside her. With firm strokes he teased an orgasm to the brink, only to pull back, lick her nipple, and use his thumb to ever so slightly tease her clit.
    When he stood and looked down at her she smiled. He moved a stool to the end of the island,