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Reaching up, he cupped the fullness of it in his hand, gently sliding his thumb over her nipple.
It peaked under his touch and Tabbie gasped, her head lolling back as she arched into his touch.
A rumble of satisfaction erupted from his throat. “Did it feel good, luv?”
“So good,” she said, a tremble lacing her voice. His hand splayed out on her belly as he kissed her neck again.
“Are you all right, sweetheart?”
In response, a soft cry fell from her lips.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Several of her scars were incredibly sensitive and it turned out, her nipple was one of them. His mouth, gently kissing the affected skin sent a wave of pleasure so intense coursing through her, all she could do was clutch his forearms and try to keep her knees locked so she didn’t sink to the floor.
He didn’t stop and he didn’t flinch. Instead, his mouth moved over the red and angry part of her skin, his kisses gently tracing the edges until she could barely stand the emotion that welled up in her chest.
This wasn’t just a seduction.
It was a balm to her very soul.
And in that moment, every fiber of her being bound to his. He wasn’t just making love to her. He was attempting to make her whole again.
“Caden,” she whispered as his lips moved down her chest and he dropped to his knees to kiss her belly. “I didn’t know.”
“It’s all right, my love. You needed proof I could give you what I promised. You were right to make me work for the right. It makes me a better man to do so.”
A breathless laugh tumbled from her lips even as a tear leaked down her cheek. “I think that I love you.”
“I love you too,” he answered, his tongue dancing lower to the crease of her belly and leg. “Whatever I have to give in this world, it belongs to you.”
She reached down, running her fingers through his hair until she grasped the strands to pull his head back so that she might look into his eyes. “Whatever you give me, I shall give back with interest.”
He cocked an eyebrow. “Are you trying to tease me?”
She looked at him, completely confused. “No. Why would you think?—"
“You’ll have to calculate it. I’m shit with numbers, remember?”
She let out a small squeak from deep in her throat. Had she hurt him? “You can have my brain if you give me your body.” Her breath caught. “You could have any woman, but I…” She closed her eyes. “You are the only man that I will ever give myself to. You get all of me.”
He was quiet for so long that she opened her eyes again. His face was drawn in hard lines that softened as their eyes met. “I will do my best to deserve it.”
And then he kissed her stomach again before he lifted her in his arms, laying her on the bed.
He stood and she had a moment where she almost covered herself. From his position, he could see the totality of her scars and it made her wish to hide.
But she held still as he began to methodically strip off his clothes.
Some of the old voices whispered at the edges. He was pretending. As a rake it was his great skill.
Was she a fool to trust?
But he’d revealed parts of himself that told her he was all he promised. “Can I confess something to you?”
“What?” she asked, pushing up her on her elbows.
“I wish…” He grimaced, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “That I’d saved myself for marriage.”
