Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 55964 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 280(@200wpm)___ 224(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55964 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 280(@200wpm)___ 224(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
He pulled back and his eyes moved to my lips, my collarbone, my breasts, my stomach. They lingered on my scars, and he leaned down suddenly, kissing one of the puckered red wounds. I clenched my jaw and tried to jerk away, but he didn’t let me. He kissed it again, then kissed my stomach, then my breasts, and I let out a half-gasping sigh. I couldn’t tell if I was crying, or laughing, or moaning from pleasure, and I didn’t think I cared. He pushed my bikini top up and off, revealing my pink, hard nipples, and I let him lick them, tongue rolling around the little buds as his other hand pushed my legs wider.
“I want you to know something,” he said as he kissed down my body again. When he reached the scar and licked it, I didn’t freak out. It was strange, but I didn’t pull away.
He moved down past it, down to my inner thigh.
“What’s that?”
“Whatever happens from here, I’ll have you.”
“You’ll have me?”
He nodded and pushed aside my bottoms. I sucked in a breath as he kissed me, then licked me, gently, probing. It felt good, god, it felt so good to have a man touch me like that, a man that so clearly wanted it, so clearly worshipped my body in a way I barely understood, but I needed that worship right now, needed it to help bring me back from the very dark place I’d been for so long.
“Every part of you. Scars, skin, lips, all of it. I want it all and nothing else. Because without the scars, you’re not you, and it’s you I want.”
“They’re ugly.”
“They’re not. You’re just used to what you were before them, but to me, you’re perfect.” He tongued me, sucked me, licking me faster, then slid fingers deep inside. I tilted back my head and gasped.
“Maybe that’s true,” I said, rolling my hips. “But they’re still ugly scars.”
“Your scars make you who you are. You’re a survivor, Amber. You’re beautiful, and you’ve been hiding yourself for way, way too long. I’m not letting you hide anymore.”
He slid his fingers faster and began to lick me. Pleasure whipped through my body, physical pleasure, but emotional pleasure too. I felt sexy, felt gorgeous, felt like I was a whole, beautiful woman for the first time since the accident at least. I felt like my scars didn’t define me.
He kept going, faster, and I melted into him. I wanted it all, everything he was offering. I wanted to accept it, felt greedy for it. I grabbed his hair and pulled him tighter, and he responded in kind, licking me harder, faster, fingers fucking me, my moans loud and filling the room, echoing off the walls. I figured someone might be listening, or someone might hear, but fuck it, I didn’t care. I wanted this so badly and I wasn’t going to stop, not for anything.
He let out a growl, licked me faster with the top of his tongue, and I couldn’t stop myself. I came on his mouth and he lapped me up as my back arched, my naked breasts exposed to the air, my muscles quivering, a stupid grin on my face. He took me through the orgasm and beyond, extending my pleasure like nothing I’d ever experienced, and pushed me over the edge. I collapsed backward onto the chair and he leaned away, licking his fingers clean.
I sat up on an elbow. He looked at me, pure lust and admiration in his eyes. He thought I was beautiful, I could see it, and god, that drove me crazy. I leaned forward as he put his hands on my hips, then gripped my ass, and I kissed him, tasting myself on his tongue, not caring, still wild for the moment.
We lingered like that for a few seconds before he pulled back.
“I should warn you, there are cameras in here.”
I felt a deep crimson blush spread across my cheeks. “I figured.”
“And you didn’t stop me?”
“I guess I didn’t care.”
He bit my bottom lip. “Look at you. Dirty girl.”
I grinned and pushed him back. “Don’t ruin it.”
“I couldn’t if I tried.” He lingered there, hands on my body, before pulling away. It felt almost visceral when he sat down on the lounger across from me, and all I wanted was for him to touch me again.
“I came down here to tell you that I have an important errand to run this morning,” he said, smiling a little. “And then you distracted me.”
“I’m pretty sure you distracted yourself.” I adjusted my bottoms and my top, then wrapped the towel around me again, feeling the moment slipping away.
“I know. And I’m sorry. If it weren’t important—”
“It’s fine. Go.”
He let out a breath. “Don’t worry. I’ll be back.”
“I’m sure you will.”
He smirked at that then leaned forward again, hand on my cheek, and kissed me. I leaned into that kiss, wanting to savor every moment, before he pulled away and stood. I could tell he wanted to say more, but he shook his head and walked to the door. Before he left, he turned back to me and grinned.