Page 64 of Sinful Scars

I don’t bother to fight him on it.

I tie the blindfold over my eyes and return my hands to my thighs, waiting for him to make the next move.

There’s a rustle of clothing, and I bite my lip as something hits the floor.

Is he naked?

The bed dips beneath his weight, and jeans brush against my thigh.

That answers that question.

“Did you put this on just for me?” He tugs on the thin straps of my cami.

I gasp at his calloused fingers against my skin.

“I thought it might be a little too forward if I was waiting naked for you on my bed.”

“Perhaps… Though, it’s nothing I haven’t seen before…”

His hair tickles my neck as he leans in to press his lips against my collarbone.

I gasp, arching against his touch as I reach out to grip his shoulders.

Which are bare.

My fingers trail over his warm skin, reveling in the hard muscle I find.

The blindfold is making me hyper aware of not only his touch but mine too, and he stills, letting me explore his torso with my fingers.

He shudders when I run my hands over his broad chest and up his neck, feeling the skin change in texture. It reminds me of the skin on his hands, as if there’s scarring there too.

My eyes sting with tears as I softly trace my fingers over the skin.

He’s deathly still as I touch him, and when I lean forward and press my lips to his neck, his whole body shudders.

“Elle,” he rasps as my tongue flicks out and licks him.

I want him to know that the scars don’t repulse me. Nothing about him does.

My hands move up his neck until I’m cupping his face, my thumbs rubbing against the stubble on his jaw.

“Kiss me,” I whisper.

He leans in, and my breath catches as his lips graze my own.

He’s hesitant to start with but when my tongue teases his lower lip, he makes a guttural sound in the back of his throat, and then his fingers are in my hair, and he’s forcing his tongue into my mouth.

I eagerly let his tongue explore my mouth like it did my pussy, moaning at the taste of him as his tongue slides against mine.

“I need you,” I gasp against his lips.

“Take off your clothes and lie back for me, Elle.”

18

ELLE

I’ve never relinquished allof my control to a man like this before. I always thought it would make me feel weak, but I feel the opposite.

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