Page 30 of The Devil's Scars

He tried another door, and the handle turned. They stepped in, and right away, he turned to looked at her again. Checking in.

“What do you think??” Scars asked, watching her eyes, hoping that that strange, almost haunted look didn’t reappear. “This one OK?”

Her response was to lock the door, kick off her shoes, get up on her tip-toes and kiss him again. Helplessly, his whole body responded like the horny bastard that it was, but his rational brain was blaring a warning, insistently.

Make sure, man. Make sure she wants this.

Gently, Scars pulled back slightly, cupped her face in one large hand, lifting her chin so that her incredible emerald sparkle met his own blue flame. His rough thumb stroked her neck and he felt her body tremble at his touch. He pressed lightly on her pulse, held and then released, and her eyes flared.

Thatwas what he’d been hoping for: Scars was sure now that she wasn’t trembling from fear, from doubt. It was aching, animal want, pure and simple, and his own flared.

Scars moved his other hand to her face now, tipping her head farther back, exposing her lovely neck, opening her to his gaze. Her perfect rosebud lips were parted and those beautiful eyes were locked on his. Her breath was coming faster, her breasts rising and falling with each inhalation and exhalation. He waited another few seconds, giving her the chance to back up or move away. When she didn’t budge, he leaned in.

Zoe saw the kiss coming and she closed her eyes in delicious anticipation. When his mouth rested on hers, she pressed up against his broad chest, loving the mountain of muscle against her own softer curves. Her hands came up to grip his upper arms, and she held on to him for dear life as waves of desire washed over her, getting stronger with each passing second.

His lips moved now, down her throat, across her delicate collarbone, lower. His hands were gentle and yet still confident, and they circled her waist easily. Zoe gasped when his fingers brushed her nipples through the thin material of her blouse. Suddenly the flimsy cotton felt huge and heavy on her, and she wanted him to just rip it off her body. She put her hands on top of his and Scars paused.

“You want me to stop, baby?”

“No.” Her voice was hoarse with longing. “No, I want you to keep going.” She moved his hands down her body, to the bottom of her shirt. She curled his fingers around the material and helped him to lift it up her body, over her curves, over her head. She then moved his hands back to her waist, helped him unzip her skirt, pushed his hands down her hips and thighs.

The skirt fell to the ground, and Scars looked at the tempting, perfect angel standing there in front of him. Zoe was in a simple white bra, plain white cotton panties, she had a belly button ring and delicate ink on her shoulders, and he honestly thought that he’d never seen anything so utterly breathtaking.

“Zoe.” His hands were gliding along her strong shoulders, moving down her back, pulling her to him. She felt his cock pushing against her stomach, hard and hot. “You’re so fucking gorgeous. I’m going to ravish you, baby.”

“Promise?” she said, and he smiled at the teasing, chiding note in her sweet voice. “Cross your heart?”

“Promise,” he said. “Now come here and turn around.”

She came to him without hesitation, and did as he said. The sight of her smooth, creamy skin, with the lotus flower tattoo on her lower back, made his mouth go dry. He couldn’t stop touching her silky, cool skin; she was like a shining jewel, and he ached to run his tongue over her pure beauty.

But first things first.

Zoe gasped when his fingers slid under her bra, undoing it in a single, practiced snap. It fell to the floor, and before she’d taken a breath, his hands were sliding under the waistband of her underwear, then they were just gone, just pooled around her ankles.

Just like that, Zoe was naked in front of Scars Innis.

And she felt totally fine with that state of affairs.

He turned her to face him, his hands on her shoulders, and then those incredible eyes looked her up and down. Like he was committing her to memory, like he was inspecting a cherished possession – and again she felt that odd and undeniable sense of being owned, claimed, taken.

She’d never known a man to make her feel that way with just a look.

“So,” she managed through the desire rising in her throat. “I’m naked, and you’re not. How come?”

His smile was slow and dangerous, and it did things to her self-control. God, she wanted him now… but the man seemed to be in total command of himself. She wasn’t at all sure how she felt about that, but maybe if she teased him a bit, goaded him, he might respond with some teasing of his own.

Hopefully with those amazing hands.

Sure enough, he asked, “How come I’m not naked?”

“Yeah.”

“Because I want to enjoy you naked for a little while longer. That cool with you?”

Zoe shrugged, tossed her blonde head a bit. “I guess it depends what you’re going to do with me while I’m naked.”

“Does it now?”

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