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If only it was the only one.

As if Tucker was reading my thoughts, he gently pecked my lips, drawing back from our kiss, and met my gaze.

“Can I see it now, princess?”

“See what?”

He kissed my jaw. “The scar.”

I tensed, and my hand went to my stomach where the permanent reminder of the accident was. But just as quickly as I covered it with my hand, I rescinded my doubts. I’d promised Tucker all of me. It included this.

TUCKER

When Izzy removed her hand, the apprehension resting in my gut eased. She finally trusted me enough for this. I wouldn’t disappoint her.

Slowly, I slid the silk gown up her thighs, and she lifted her hips, letting me slide it above her navel. The scar wasn’t really that high, but it wasn’t as low as I’d thought either.

Taking a minute, I marveled at the slightly raised pink line that had been causing her so much stress and doubt. It was smaller than I’d imagined, but it was undeniably there. I gently brushed my fingers over it, feeling the slight difference in texture it had from the rest of her smooth, perfect skin.

Izzy covered her eyes with her hands, her body still tense. “It’s ugly, isn’t it?”

I shook my head as I ran my fingertips over the scar once again. “No. Not even close.”

“I didn’t want you to see it before. I was afraid you’d only think of Zoey and the accident,” she finally explained. “It’s what I always think of.” It was hard to miss the struggle it was for her to admit that.

“It’s a definite reminder, princess. It’s a part of you just like she is. But right now, all I’m thinking about is you. How much courage it took for you to show me. How absolutely fucking beautiful you still are.”

Her hands clasped, and she dropped them above her head in frustration. She didn’t believe me.

I’d have to fix it.

“You are the most gorgeous fucking creature in the world.” I leaned down to brush my lips against her, moving them back and forth to caress that pink mark. “Scars and all, you are breathtaking.”

I pressed a kiss at the edge of the scar, leaving a trail of them along the sensitive skin, needing her to believe me, and when I felt her tension start to ease, I began kissing my way up her exquisite, moonlit figure, slowly peeling her gown away as I did.

She held her arms above her head when I finally pulled it off her body, and her mouth lifted to meet mine in a kiss. Lingering on her lips for several seconds, I dragged my mouth down to her jaw, brushing and caressing kisses along it to trail down her neck and her chest. Sucking each of her nipples into my mouth and swirling my tongue, loving the sounds she made with my attention to her body.

I kept a hand on her breast as I kissed my way down her stomach, making sure to brush my lips over her scar again before finally sliding down to lay between her thighs.

She’d always denied me this pleasure before, and I looked up, meeting her gaze to check one last time. Whenshe gave me the tiniest nod, I took a finger, stroking it through her folds, and my eyes closed. She was so wet. Practically dripping. I slid my finger into her tight heat and then added a second, giving a few slow pumps before finally lowering my face to her gorgeous pussy. Still pumping my fingers, I slipped my tongue between her glistening folds, running it up to swirl around her clit, and Izzy gasped, her back lifting from the blanket.

I grinned, licking her again, but it was that sensitive nub that earned the best reactions, and I settled on it, assaulting it with my tongue.

“Oh, God,” Izzy whimpered, one of her hands going up to cover her face as the other clutched her breast. My cock twitched to watch her, but I had more important tasks down below. “Harder, Tucker, please,” she begged, that hand that covered her face reaching down to clutch my hair, and I increased the pressure, flicking my tongue faster and harder over her clit as I curled my fingers in her core.

Just two more strokes, and she cried out, her back arching from the blanket as she used her grip on my hair to ride my face. I latched on, never ending my assault until she finally pushed me away.

I rested my chin against her, looking up at her with a grin as she caught her breath. “Good?”

Izzy looked down, a laugh bubbling from her chest. “Again?”

Chapter 30

ISABEL

“Tell me what you’re thinking,” Tucker said, his head lying against my stomach now as my breathing returned to normal.

I glanced down at him. “Isn’t that supposed to be a woman’s question?”

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