Page 34 of Broken Lovers
She turns fully to the room, her eyes moving slowly around my living, dining, and kitchen areas, all visible in the modern open plan layout.
“Nice place, can I see more? I’d like the full tour,” she asks shyly, biting her lower lip. A habit she has always had and one which still drives me wild with a desire to take her lip between my own teeth.
“Absolutely,” I eagerly respond as I walk to her, wrapping my arms around her waist.
She moves in closer. Fitting perfectly, snug and tight up against my body. I lean down to taste those luscious, inviting lips again. Parting them to tangle my tongue with hers. She tastes of chocolate, sweet and decadent. Intoxicating.
Stroking my hand slowly up her back. My cock stiffens, pushing against the zipper on my jeans. I’m sure she can feel how much she turns me on.
Fuck, I desperately want this woman in my bed. I want to touch her without the barrier of clothes. I want to see her gloriously naked. I want to smell her arousal. I want to taste her arousal on my tongue.
Trailing my mouth from her lips, along her cheek to her slender neck, I whisper in her ear provocatively, “Where would you like the tour to begin?”
She closes her eyes, tilting her head to the side, allowing me full access to nibble my way down her neck to her collarbone.
“The bedroom, please.” Her voice faint and a little wobbly.
I love the way she says please. My cock twitches in appreciation. As if she needs to beg me. This sexy woman has me twisted in knots hoping for a chance to pleasure her. Be inside her. Make love to her.
I desperately want this woman in my arms naked. But then I freeze as it hits me, she'll be seeing me naked too.
All of me. All of my scars, not only the ones on my hand.
We need to talk before I can take Cassie to my bedroom. I can’t strip off my shirt without warning her. It would kill me if she jerked back, repulsed by the sight of me. It’s happened before with other women, so I’m nervous as hell mentioning it to Cassie.
I pull back from her embrace to hold her hand, putting some distance between us. Cassie stands silently in front of me, with one eyebrow raised as she senses my hesitation.
“Cass, there’s something I have to tell you before we go any further.”
“Well, I know you’re not a virgin, so I guess it’s not that,” she says, laughing nervously.
I smile at her joke to ease the tension. “I need to tell you a bit about the injuries I got in Afghanistan.”
“What the scars on your hand?” she asks, all joking gone now.
“Yes, but those are not the only scars I have.” I take a deep breath before continuing, “The explosion also burnt my back. Real bad. I’ve had some plastic surgery, but it’s not great and probably about as good as it’s going to get. I wanted to warn you before you see it. It’s not a pretty sight.”
There, I’ve told her. Warned her. I hold my breath waiting for her response.
Silently, Cassie steps closer, her hand reaching for the top button on my shirt and begins to slowly undo each button one by one. When she pops the last one, she opens the shirt to display my chest. I can see the confusion in her eyes as my unmarked chest is exposed to her.
I quickly explain, “I was able to drop into a crouched position when the blast went off, so my left hand, which was exposed, and my back took the full impact.”
The heat from the blast seared through fabric and skin. The scars have faded, but the memories not so much.
“Are you sure you want to see me?” I ask, not sure I want an answer from her.
Nodding, she slowly moves the shirt down my arms till it drops to the floor behind me.
Softly she asks, “Will you turn around so I can see you?”
Here goes the moment of truth.
I turn around slowly. Clenching my jaw tight. Knowing she will see mottled burn scars where my skin melted, covering ninety percent of my back. I feel her hand touch the rough pale skin.
“Can you feel me touching you?” she asks. I like that she’s not afraid to touch me, as it means she’s not repulsed by what she sees. And I’m thankful.
“I can feel your touch. The scars aren’t oversensitive anymore, so most of the time, I forget they're even there. Only when people see them do their reactions remind me,” I say. Cassie turns me to face her. She cups my cheek in her hand, leaning in to kiss me briefly on the lips before saying, “Now can I see your bedroom?”
