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“Yeah, baby doll. I’d love to taste you.”

Too nervous to say what I wanted, I nodded. He kissed me and nipped my bottom lip, slowly dragging it from between his teeth while holding my eyes. With another peck of my lips, he trailed kisses to my chest, my shoulders, my arms. Tears sprang to my eyes. He was showing me my scars didn’t bother him.

He kissed down my stomach, then pulled the sheet up over his head. The grip on my thighs as he spread me open made me groan. My heart couldn’t slow. I tried to calm it by taking bigger breaths, but it wasn’t working. Instead, I gave up and let myself get lost in Ryan and his fingers and mouth. Especially when his large frame slid between my open legs. I covered my face and bit my bottom lip. While I knew I shouldn’t have been embarrassed by him seeing me like that, I was.

Only when he kissed my thighs over and over, and tears welled and fell, did I pull my hands away from my face. He ran his large hands up, over, and around my legs, caressing me.

I was dumbfounded by how the scars truly didn’t bother him. He touched them like he didn’t care they were there. He made me like them.

But then all thought dropped from my mind when his warm breath brushed against me. Between my legs. His lips pressed against my clit. A noise dropped from my mouth. Holy moly, I liked how that felt. Even better was when he licked from my clit down and then back up. He groaned. I didn’t know why, but it vibrated against me and had me gripping the sheet. I wanted to lock his head between my legs. I wanted to grab his hair and drive myself up onto his face, but I didn’t. Instead, Ryan hooked his hands under my bottom and lifted me onto his face more. His mouth, tongue, teeth, and lips went crazy up and down, all over me.

“Ryan,” I cried. Already my orgasm built. That sweet, wonderful feeling spread through my lower belly. “Ryan,” I begged, wanting and needing more. I just didn’t know what.

His lips pressed against my clit again, but then he knifed himself up, hovered over me. “Trust me?” he asked.

“Of course,” I replied, my throat dry from panting.

His hand between us moved around. I didn’t know what he was doing until I felt something pressed against my clit. My eyes widened. “Is that…? Are we going to…?”

“Not yet, baby doll, but one day soon. Tonight, we’re both gonna come though.”

“O-okay.” I nodded. When he gently slid his dick over my clit, I gasped. It felt like his finger, but better because I knew, from the heated look in his eyes, he liked the feeling too.

Reaching up, I used my hand behind his neck to tug him down. He landed over me, and he kept rubbing against me over and over, my thighs secured around his waist, gliding with him up and down. I chased his lips, but he didn’t give them to me right away. “Baby, I taste you on my tongue still.”

“I don’t care,” I told him, and I didn’t. Once again my insides were firing up, ready to explode. He groaned and planted his mouth on mine. I held him tightly. “Ryan,” I mumbled against his lips.

“Right here. Right with you,” he said, his forehead pressing down into my shoulder. His hand slid under my arse and he pulled me up against him more. “Christ,” he clipped.

I slammed my eyes shut when my clit pulsed and I came, screaming, “Ryan.”

“Yes. Fuck yes, darlin’.” Warmth spread between us, over my mound and stomach as Ryan groaned low in his throat.

Chapter Twenty-Five

Emerson

Aknock on my front door brought me out of my thoughts of the night I spent with Ryan. I knew I was probably flushed from them, but I still raced into the living room and to the door. Without checking who it was, as I was expecting Ryan, I opened it.

My smile faded. “Harriet,” I whispered.

Tears welled in her eyes as they moved over my scars. “I’m sorry,” she blurted before burying her head into her hands.

I moved without thinking about it. I wrapped my arms around her and hugged her close as she cried.

“I’m sorry,” Harriet mumbled again.

“You have nothing to be sorry for. I’m the one who’s sorry. I should have contacted you sooner.”

She sniffed and wiped at her face. “No, I understand why you didn’t.”

Smiling gently, I asked, “Why don’t you come in?”

Her smile was wonky, but she nodded. “I’d like that.”

With an arm around her waist, I led her into the living room. We sat together on the couch. Surprise flittered through me that I wasn’t nervous to be around her. Maybe it was because I already knew her and liked her from years ago.

“I shouldn’t have believed the lies,” she said softly.

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