Page 43 of Cold Foot Croc

“Then yes,” she said softly. “I don’t want to see them though.”

“Mmmm, you should see them though. You should see how good you look.”

“No spanks.”

He chuckled, and then she heard the click of his phone camera.

“Look at me,” he murmured in this gritty, sexy voice.

“Yes, sir,” she said with a naughty look over her shoulder.

“Oh fuck,” he said, lying back on the mattress. His shirt was off now, and his six-pack abs were flexed, holding him up partially to take pictures. He was so hot like this, with his thick cock pressed against his jeans.

“Take them off,” he said, and ooooh, the confidence in his voice. She was getting high on it.

She would do just about anything he told her to in this moment.

She pushed her leggings down with her back to him, and he groaned a curse word.

After kicking out of them completely, she stood and pulled the hairband out of her hair, loosing her waves down her back.

“Mmmm, now run your fingers through your hair. Good girl. One knee bent. Perfect. Now turn to the side.”

“You…you want to see my belly?”

“Never wanted to see anything more.”

“It has stretch marks,” she said, her confidence deflating. “They’ll probably heal after I have him. Maybe.”

“Let me see,” he crooned in that deep voice.

Raynah blew out a breath and turned, her hands clenched at her sides. Her body hadn’t belonged to her in months.

Click.Garret took a picture, then dropped his phone to the mattress and sat up, and you know? How could she feel less than beautiful when a man looked at her like this?

Garret’s eyes were glued to her, dragging up and down her body, and he had this smirk on his lips that said he loved every inch of what he saw.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he said. “And I know you can hear the truth in my voice. Come here.”

Fighting the blush that was settling into her cheeks, she closed the yard of space between them and settled her knees between his as he wrapped his arms around her lower back. He leaned down with no hesitation and kissed the dark-red marks across her stomach. She had them on both sides, just below her belly button, which was now an outie.

His lips were so soft against her scarred skin, and moment by moment as he kissed every mark, then moved to the other side to pay attention to those, she did feel beautiful. She felt comfortable in her skin.

Garret was doing that for her.

This man was a healer.

She felt that with every fiber of her being. He was a wall-destroying, build-up-a-woman healer.

There was nothing more attractive to her in this world than him.

She lifted a knee and settled it beside him on the air mattress, and then did the same with the other, slowly, straddling him.

Her stomach created distance, but he curved his body around hers to kiss her.Please let this mattress hold all of our weight on this side,she prayed silently.

His lips moved against hers easily, like he’d been kissing her all his life, and his hands were everything as he gripped her gently in all the right places.

She cupped his cheeks, her shoulders shrugged up to her ears, as she kissed him back and reveled in the feel of his touch. The sound of his heartbeat raced hers, and beyond was the crackling of the wood in the stove and the soft pitter-patter of snowflakes hitting the tent.

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