Page 103 of Taste of Forever
“No.” I traced the scarring on his chest, not needing to think about my answer. “I loved all of it, in case my many orgasms didn’t make that clear.”
Laith chuckled, his fingers stroking down the bumps of my spine. “Not even all the things I said to Justin?”
“Not at all. It seems like that was cathartic for you.”
“It was.”
Laith’s palm followed the curve of my butt, kneading gently where it met the back of my leg. Even now, after such intense and emotional sex, he couldn’t stop touching me.
“It was for me too, I think.”
He gave me a curious look. “How so?”
A rush of shyness came over me and I almost brushed off the question. But this was Laith. I had to remember he would never ridicule me for anything I felt. To be open with him was to be safe.
“Maybe not insulting him specifically, but I’ve kind of always wished a guy would talk about me like you did. Just…being expressive in how much he wants to fuck me. Or how sexy he thinks I look. How lucky he feels to have me. In the past, I’ve always had to guess what he was feeling because I never got any feedback. I’ve always secretly craved just hearing…anything, really.”
Laith took my chin in his fingers and lifted my face up to his. He pressed a long, lingering kiss to my mouth that had me gasping when he pulled away.
“You’ll never need to guess with me,” he whispered. “You know I can’t keep my damn mouth shut. Especially when it comes to how sexy you are.”
I wanted to look away, to hide in shyness again, but he kept holding my face to make me look at him.
“Justin is out of my system. I’m happy to never speak his name again. But I’ll always tell you exactly what I’m thinking in the moment. You might even become annoyed with it, but I promise you’ll never need to crave anything secretly again. Just tell me what you’re craving and it’s yours. As for expressing how much I craveyou?”He released my chin, stroking his knuckles against my cheek with a smile. “It’s the most natural, easy thing in the world. How could I not?”
No words could accurately sum up the depth and intensity of my emotions then. He made his feelings and actions toward me sounds so simple, so obvious. How could I have spent my whole adult life seeking this kind of romantic validation, and here he was, giving it to me so freely?
“It’s easy to crave you too, and get swept up by you.” My fingertips drifted over the hard planes of his stomach. “How am I not beating away other women with a stick?”
“Because I’m weird and annoying.”
Before I could protest, his fingers paused over the tender puncture marks on my left breast. “Shit, I didn’t heal this one. I’m sorry. Hold still.”
His head lowered, lips parted and tongue out.
“Wait.” I closed a grip in his hair, tugging lightly to stop him. “As much as I love it when you lick me, I want that one to heal naturally.”
Laith paused, glancing up at me with an inquisitive look. “It’ll take much longer to heal that way. And you might have a scar.”
“Good,” I said. “Actually, you should bite me there again next time. I want to see your mark in that spot. Right over my heart.” I drew his face to mine for a kiss. “Because it belongs to you, Laith.”
He brought my hand to his chest again, palm flat over the raised scar tissue. “And mine is yours. Forever.”
Chapter 28
Heather
Iwoke up to an insistent buzzing, which my half-asleep brain registered as my phone vibrating. Grabbing it from the nightstand with Laith’s arm clamped tightly around my waist was another matter.
He spooned me from ankle to chest, his breath puffing softly on my nape. I’d fallen asleep to him kissing me there. Even in sleep, he clung to me. Maybe some people would have found it annoying or too much, but I could never get enough of his affection.
Except, maybe, when I couldn’t reach my phone.
“Laith?” I wriggled in his grasp, trying to loosen myself without disturbing him.
“Mmm.”
My stirring did the opposite of what I intended. He curled around me tighter, sleepily brushing kisses against my neck and upper back.
