Page 91 of Scarred Sins
He smiles. “I’ll always be there to catch you, Blair.’’
A small laugh slips past my lips. “That’s just corny.’’
“You love it, admit it,’’ he grins.
“Fine, I love your corny and cheesy lines.’’
“Good, because I have a lot saved up.’’
Before I can think about what I’m doing, my hand lifts up, and I push back a strand of his hair, trying to see his face better. Those gorgeous blue eyes widen a little in surprise before they soften. All I can see is absolute adoration and devotion. He doesn’t need to say it – I can see it in his eyes clearly.
“You’re very pretty,’’ I mutter.
Blush creeps up his neck, and his already pink cheeks get a shade darker. His upper lip lifts into a teasing smirk, his teeth showing and the diamond gem shining.
“Oh, yeah?”
“Yeah,’’ I whisper. “Very pretty.’’
“You’re the pretty one.’’
“We are not having that argument right now.’’
Arlo chuckles and nods slowly. “Alright, fine, we’re both pretty.’’
“Hey, can you do something for me?”
His answer is immediate. “Anything.’’
I swallow, trying not to chicken out. My hand rests on his cheek, trembling a little. However, a single glance at his gorgeous eyes tells me that I have nothing to be scared of. He’ll never laugh at me or make me feel embarrassed at any requests I might have.
“Can you kiss me?” I whisper.
“It would be an honor.’’
Before I can say anything else, he dips his head, and his lips fall on mine. My stomach does a backflip, the taste of his lips sending shivers down my spine. My heart almost leaps out of my chest, and the moment he grips my hair, I’m gone.
Everything in me wants this man. Everything in me wants to feel what it’s like to be loved by him, to completely have him as mine. But a part of me is still hesitant to let him see me in my most vulnerable state, so, for now, I settle for the overly consuming kiss.
He pours all of his devotion and affection into the kiss, his tongue sliding against mine. It’s passionate, and as the seconds pass, it’s getting rougher and more determined. He breaks the kiss, only to start placing open, wet kisses down the side of my neck and my shoulder. The sensations wake something in me, something I didn’t think I’d ever possess.
Because no matter how rough the kisses are, the undertone of softness is there, and I can tell he’s trying not to overwhelm me.
He nibbles on my flesh, a small moan slipping from my lips. It provokes a deep growl from the depth of his throat, and he starts kissing upward again, from my neck to my jaw, until his lips are on mine again.
Arlo’s free hand cups my cheek, tilting my head to the side slightly to give him better, deeper access. It’s like the storm of passion, the battle of affection, and the road of trust – everything that this man is.
And all of it is completely mine.
TWENTY-SEVEN
The taste of Blair’s lips lingers on my tongue, and fuck me, I’m addicted. The way she walks and talks, the way she smiles, the way she smells, and the way she laughs – I’m addicted to all of it. I could die tomorrow if it meant getting to see her do all of those things in one day, and I’d die a happy man. A perfect person. My perfect person.
When we finished training, she went to take a bath while I had to sit in the basement for another while to fix my raging erection. I would never do anything she’s not comfortable with, but fuck me, Arlo Jr. reacts to her whenever we’re that close, and I can’t control it.
Even now, two weeks after the kiss, it’s the first thing I think of when I wake up, the last thing I think of before I go to bed. It’s like she doesn’t even know the effect she has on me. It’s almost maddening how much I love this woman.
I’m not sure when the switch between obsession and love was flipped, but I don’t care. I love her more than I love life itself. Sheismy life. And I’ll be damned if anyone ever took her away from me. My perfect paradise.
