Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 70516 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70516 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
Neither one of us went to pick it up.
His eyes gleamed as he took in my mostly braless state.
The bandage he’d wrapped around me that morning was holding on, but barely.
He reached for it, tugging the Velcro free as he unwound it from my body.
When it was off, and my boobs fell free, his eyes gleamed.
My nipples pebbled even harder when exposed to the cool air—or maybe it was due to the way he was looking at me. Like I wasn’t some freak of nature that had survived a bear attack.
His eyes took me in, not shying away from the scars or the bruises. The puckered skin or the marks where the stitches had once held me together.
“You’re so beautiful.”
His words. So sweet, but oh, so wrong.
I scoffed. “Um, no. Not ever, but definitely not anymore.”
His eyes narrowed and his hands clenched on my ass.
His eyes went molten as he caught my hair in his fist and tugged, forcing me to look up at him more fully and giving me no room to turn away. “You were beautiful before, to the point where it took my breath away. The first time I saw you in the bar, I’d had this thought. What would it be like to take her home? What would it be like to have her body clenching around mine? I’d bet it would be like heaven. And don’t get me wrong. You were absolute heaven that night I had you for the first time. I’d never in my life had anything better. But now? You’re even more so now. When I see these scars.” He trailed his fingers along the raised wounds, closed but nowhere near healed. Dark, deep purple that told of freshness, not mellowed with time. “I see bravery. I see a badass woman that fought to live. A woman that had become a piece of my heart in a single night without even trying. You’re beautiful, baby. So damn beautiful it hurts. Scars or no scars, you have the power to undo me.”
I swallowed hard. “I…I don’t know what to say.”
His lips kicked up at the corner, that little smirk that always had the power to make my heart beat faster.
“Who said anything about talking?”
I opened my mouth to tease him, but no words came out when he lifted me up onto the dryer and set me down carefully, overly cautious yet still strong and unyielding.
“That’s it,” he said. “Perfect height.”
I went to ask him what he meant by that, but then he got down onto his knees between my thighs and said, “Put your heels on my shoulders.”
I did.
“Lean back against that pile of laundry if you need to,” he ordered. “It falls over, I’ll refold it when we’re done.”
Then he tasted my clit with his tongue.
I hissed in a breath at the shock that jolted through me.
My ribs smarted, but didn’t protest, and I closed my eyes and just felt.
His mouth was everywhere, getting reacquainted with my pussy in only the best way.
His tongue explored, delving between my spread lips, until he got to my entrance and speared his tongue inside.
I hissed in a breath as he finally gave my clenching vagina something to close down on.
He groaned and clenched my good thigh with one hand, still able to have enough brain power to know not to go caveman on my bad side.
My heels dug into his shoulders when he moved down lower, not quite licking my backside but not shying away from it, either.
“Holy shit,” I gasped when his fingers from his other hand finally came into play, spreading me open wider for his tongue to explore even deeper.
“Inside,” I begged. “I need…”
He thrust two fingers into my empty channel, and they greedily clenched down on the invasion.
“That’s it,” he growled against me, his lips playing against my clit as he spoke. “You gonna come for me, pretty girl?”
“I…”
He curled his fingers and my toes scrunched up.
He chuckled deep and dark. “That’s it.”
My eyes snapped open when he sucked my clit into his mouth, and I stared down at him going to town between my legs. Enjoying himself so immensely that the little lines beside his eyes were creased with his amusement.
His hair was a mess, and I couldn’t stop myself from smoothing it out of his eyes, wanting to see his face as best as I could.
The sight of what he was doing to me was almost better than what he was actually doing to me.
His eyes flicked up to meet mine and held.
I bit my lip, a scream building in the back of my throat.
“Don’t scream, baby,” he ordered, again speaking against my clit.
I licked my lips. “I’ll try.”
He did that come-hither motion with his finger again, and I lost it.
The look in his eyes. The way he was working my clit with his mouth. His fingers inside of me.