Page 82 of Luna: Posy 2

Making a decision, I lifted my head to meet his gaze.

"You can take my shirt off. Just don't—" I closed my eyes and sucked in a deep breath. "Don't be disappointed."

"Baby, disappointed is something I'll never be with any part of you."

His face dipped into my neck and he laid an open-mouth kiss right on my mate mark, then kissed his way down my throat until he reached my shirt. One by one, he slipped my buttons free and left a trail of kisses in their place. His fingers ran down my stomach and sides, and I knew he felt the scars, but he didn't stop or comment.

As he peeled back my shirt, all I could think was,I wish I'd worn a sexier bra.

He didn't seem to mind plain white nylon, though, if the fixed stare was anything to go by.

"Sit up for a second, sweetness."

When I did, he slid my shirt off my shoulders and down my arms. It joined his on the floor, then his clever fingers found my bra clasp and unhooked it. I swallowed hard, but he didn't remove my bra. Instead, he helped me lie down again, the fabric loose against my chest but still covering everything.

He kissed the upper swells of my breasts, making me arch up breathlessly. As I did, he slid the straps down my arms with his palms and the cups fell away. Slipping my hands free, he flung my bra across the room, then lowered himself on top of me before I could panic about him seeing my girls.

Sliding his hands under my shoulders, he laid his chest against mine and nuzzled his face against my collar bones. His warm breath tickled, and I shivered under him.

"I wanted to know how they'd feel against me," he whispered in my ear. "Is this too much?"

I couldn't speak, too awed by the feel of his weight and strength on top of me, not to mention the million sparks exploding everywhere our skin touched.

"Posy? Is it?"

"No," I murmured. "Howdothey feel?"

"Like two warm, squishy pillows. I love them."

I smiled and blushed at the same time, and he suddenly sat up with his knees straddling my hips. Feeling exposed, I crossed my arms over my chest, my face growing redder by the second.

"You're beautiful, little mate."

The tips of his fingers trailed over my shoulders, down my arms, and across my stomach. Whenever they encountered a scar, they stopped and caressed it, then continued their journey. His gentle touches were undoing me; my unease faded and I dared to look at his face.

Those dragon eyes reeled me in as they always did.

"Don't be afraid, baby. It's me. It's your mate. Take a deep breath of my scent." Once I did, he pecked my lips. "There. See? It’s just me. Just Jayden."

I smiled and reached up to run my hands over his chest and abs, forgetting that would give him a clear view of my girls. He only stared at them, which made it easier, but a rush of moisture suddenly gathered between my legs and startled me.

Oh, please, not my period. Not now, I prayed.

"Can I touch them?" His eyes were riveted on my chest.

Distracted by what was happening down south, I nodded.

His fingers stroked the undersides of my breasts, then up over the nipples. They seemed to fascinate him, and he swirled his forefingers around them until they were rock hard and thrumming. I squirmed as my insides tightened, and I thought I'd die if he didn't put his mouth on me soon.

"Kiss them," I begged.

"Thank you."

He leaned down and drew the left one into his mouth. He sucked it lightly at first, then harder, and the pleasure nearly blinded me. Now I wasreallywet down there, and my whole lower region throbbed painfully.

Worried, I clutched his shoulders.

"Um, Jayden, I think something's wrong."

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