Page 90 of The Scars I Bare
A small smirk tugged at the corner of my mouth as he gently set me down, one leg at a time, a single finger roaming up the length of my bare thigh.
“Come on,” he said, grabbing my arm and pulling me toward the stairs.
“What?” I laughed.
“I’ve had you in the water, on an exam table, almost in a car—”
Oh, yeah. I forgot about that one. Stupid nosy tourists.
“But there’s one place we haven’t tried yet,” he said as we began climbing the small staircase toward his room. “A bed.”
I’d never actually been in his house before. But, honestly, I wasn’t much for checking out the furnishings right now.
And neither was he.
Kicking my sandals off, I slowly climbed onto the bed with a bit of flair, letting my skirt ride high on my thighs. Turning, I lay back, leaning on my elbows as I gazed up at him.
“Goddamn, you’re beautiful,” he said. “Seeing you like that in my bed…”
My eyes meandered over his half-naked body, the rugged definition earned from a lifetime at sea. His haunting green eyes had managed to steal my heart and my soul. I saw everything in them. Power, strength, passion.
Unwavering devotion.
“So are you.” I smiled.
His hand went to his jeans. A simple flick of the wrist and a tug, and they were on the floor.
“Did that take practice?”
A mischievous grin spread across his face. “Getting undressed, one-handed, is pretty easy,” he said. “Getting dressed is the hard part.”
“So, are you saying, we should just stay naked for the rest of the night?”
“Definitely.” He stepped out of his jeans, and he crawled onto the bed, his large body hovering above mine. “There are so many things I’ve been wanting to do to you for so long,” he said, his lips kissing a seductive path down my rib cage and to the edge of my skirt. “So many fantasies.”
I sucked in my bottom lip, feeling the tips of his fingers work their way up my inner thigh until they reached the black lace I’d worn especially for this moment.
His eyes jolted up to mine, causing me to blush.
“Now, what do we have here?”
Profusely thanking the inventor of elastic, I watched as he pulled my skirt down my legs, dropping it to the floor as he stared at the sexy little surprise I’d bought.
It’d taken an act of supreme stealth. You couldn’t buy anything last minute when you lived in a place like Ocracoke, and it wasn’t like they had a friendly neighborhood naughty store. So, I’d relied on good ole Austin. Just before we had been airport-bound, I’d stepped out, saying I was going to grab snacks for the plane, and—yep, you guessed it—I went to the lingerie store.
And, based on the blazing stare Dean was giving me, damn if it wasn’t worth it. He looked like he was about to bend down and tear them off me with his teeth.
And, even though they had cost me a small fortune, I’d let him.
I didn’t have a chance to tell him about the goldmine wrapped around my hips because that smolder turned into pure determination as he bent forward and spread me wide. I nearly yelped from the shock and surprise as he did just what I’d been dreaming about, placing his mouth right on the thin black lace.
And then he sucked hard.
“Fuck!” I cried out.
Who knew my guy-next-door type would turn out to be a kink in disguise?
And who knew I’d love it so much?
