Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 39424 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 197(@200wpm)___ 158(@250wpm)___ 131(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39424 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 197(@200wpm)___ 158(@250wpm)___ 131(@300wpm)
She reaches for me and grabs my hand. She walks me around the couch and gives me a gentle shove to sit down. As soon as I do, she straddles my lap. Instinctively I reach for her, but she grabs on to my hands to stop me. “No. You get what you want when I get what I want.”
We both know I could overpower her. Hell, I could talk her into letting me touch her, but I would never do either. Through gritted teeth, I tell her, “You don’t know what you're asking for, baby.”
She practically swoons when I call her that, and she leans into me, pressing her pussy into my jeans-clad cock. I’m so hard, it hurts but I don’t dare move.
She lifts her hand and traces the scar on the side of my face. I close my eyes and lean into her touch. Damn, it feels like forever since I’ve felt a touch like this.
Her voice is so soft, I have to concentrate to hear her. “How long has it been since you let someone touch you, Elias?”
My eyes pop open, and I stare into hers. “No one since you.”
“Last week?” she asks.
Every inch of my body is strained. “No. Five years ago, Chloe. When I was with you. That’s the last time I’ve let someone touch me.”
“Oh, Elias.” She’s shaking her head, and I hate that my admission has made her sad. She presses her bare breast to my shirt-covered chest. “Will you let me touch you? All of you?”
I practically come in my jeans. I want her hands on me, but I’m not sure she realizes what she’s asking for. “It’s not pretty, and I don’t want to freak you out.”
She tilts her head to the side and puts her hands on each side of my neck. “Do you trust me?”
I don’t even have to think about it. “Yeah, I trust you.”
She nods and pushes the hoodie open. When she can’t get it any farther down my arms, I have to help her. She waits patiently until I shift around to help her remove it. The smile she gives me makes it worth it.
As soon as the jacket is off, she shoves it to the floor. She then reaches for the hem of my Henley and starts to tug it up my body. I stop her and look into her eyes. “If you change your mind—”
She cuts me off. “I’m not going to change my mind.”
I release my hold on her and hold my breath as she pulls my shirt up. I lift my arms so she can pull it off my head and arms, and I have my eyes closed when she’s removed it from my body. I don’t even take a breath as I wait for her to look at me. I’m not sure what I was expecting, but it wasn’t to feel her hands and then her lips smooth across my abdomen. I open my eyes and watch as she kisses every visible piece of marred skin. She takes her time, caressing and kissing every inch of me, and I wasn’t prepared for how this could make me feel. I’m so full of emotion that a tear escapes me. In that moment, she looks up at me, and instantly she understands. She leans up and kisses the wetness of my cheek before looking me right in the eye. “It’s okay, Elias. I’m not running away. I hate what has happened to you, but let me make it better. Let me show you that the scars don’t matter to me. Not how you think they do.”
Because I can’t hold back any longer, I seal my mouth over hers.
She presses her breast against my chest, and I moan on contact. She feels so good, like fuckin’ perfection, and I want to savor this forever. From my seated position on the couch, I lift her up. Her arms and legs go around me, and I stalk with her down the hallway and to her bedroom. As soon as I sit her on the bed, she’s reaching for the waistband of my jeans. Unlike last time, I don’t even consider stopping her.
She undoes the button and zipper, and I’m helping her as I kick them down my legs.
There’s no hiding the gunshot wound in my hip, the large chunk out of my thigh, and the scars up and down my leg. But all she does is pull me to the bed and move so she’s on top of me.
She kisses every part of me except where I need her. “Chloe… please…” I beg of her.
She smiles up at me. My cock is standing straight up between us and she’s only inches from being able to put her lips on it. She wraps her hand around my girth and slides it from root to tip. “Here? Is this what you want?”