Page 212 of Accidental Husband
"That didn't kill the mood?"
He shakes his head. "Not when I knew you were waiting."
"I wasn't—"
"You dared me, baby."
I shake my head.
He nodshell yeah, you did. "I'm not complaining." He lifts my body. Holds it against his. "I'm glad."
"When can I watch this video?"
"After you come on my face."
"Griff—"
"Baby, I know you like it." He carries me to the bedroom, kicks the door open, moves inside. "If you have an objection it better not have anything to do with these—" He sets me on the bed. Kneels between my legs. Brings his fingertips to my hips.
His fingers skim a scar. They press the chiffon against my skin. It's a different texture. Rough and soft at the same time.
"Fuck." He nudges my legs apart. "Jules…"
"Is that a… please tell me it's not about…" I can't even say it.
"I can do a cover up if you want."
"Can you?" There are a lot. A serious fuckton. I'd need a tattoo on each thigh. Both would be huge. Ridiculously huge.
"Yeah." He pushes my robe up my hip. Presses his lips to my skin. "You don't need one. But if you want one."
"You don't think they're—"
"Every part of you is beautiful."
"But you—"
"I'm terrified." He moves to my other hip. Peels the robe aside. Traces a fresh cut. It's new. A scab, not a scar. "I'm gonna stay terrified until you stop."
"Griff—"
"We don't have to talk about it now. But we… I want to stay married to you, Jules. But you have to try. That's my term. I only have two fucking terms. You have to be honest with me. And you have to try."
"I…" I don't know what to say. I want to. I do. A lot. But what if his idea of try is different than mine? Is he going to freak next time he finds a fresh mark? Is he going to accept that I need space? That I won't be able to tell him right away?
Can we…
God, I want to fuck him so badly. It's making it way too hard to think.
"I can't think right now." I reach for him. Get his shoulder. "Not in this position."
He nods and presses his lip to my thigh. "Already lost my train of thought."
"Was it important?"
"Probably." He drags his lips a little higher. "But less than this."
Fuck, his lips are soft and that touch is feather light.
