Page 72 of Revolve
THIS IS NOThow I expected tonight to go, but feeling Dylan’s soft hands and words fall on my skin sparked an unexpected craving. Enough that I told him about my scars. He’s the first guy to see me like this. So unprotected, soopen.
I show him the one on my skull first, but it’s barely visible with the new hair growth. Then the long linear scar going down my ribs, raised and bumpy. The fading hole from the chest tube, puckered and sunken. Harsh and ugly. I wait for him to move back, to look at them with poorly hidden disgust. Toleave.
“I know you’ve been with girls that are all smooth skin and flawless. And I know no one wants a constant reminder of my shitty past during this.”
“Sierra.”
“I know, they’re ugly.”
“Sierra.” My name falls off his lips like it’s painful to say. His eyes darken like he can’t fathom I just said that.
“This?” He runs his hand along the jagged scar like it’s something precious. “This scar is the reason you’re here right now. With me. There isn’t a single thing about you that’s ugly.”
My chest feels like it’s caving in. It feels like too much and not enough at the same time. My eyes start to sting. I scramble off the bed, but Dylan grabs my wrist before I can get far.
“Will you let me see you?” His gaze follows the scar that disappears beneath the waistband of my shorts.
My heart hammers before I swallow and just barely manage to nod.
Without warning, Dylan drops to his knees, and my breath catches. “I can do it,” I say quickly.
He stares up at me with a wicked smile. “Just let me be on my knees for you, Sierra. I know that’s where you’ve always wanted me anyway.” Dylan drags the shorts down my legs. He must notice my fisted hands, because he takes them and places them on his shoulders.
A bucket of ice-cold self-consciousness nearly drowns me. “I know guys don’t always like doing this. You don’t have to—”
“What kind of idiots have you let touch you?” He shakes his head. “I like it. And since I’m the one between your legs, that’s all that fucking matters.”
I believe him. I don’t think there could be a world out there where Dylan Donovan doesn’t worship every part of a woman.
“This is about you, okay? Well, a little for me too.” A pause. “Okay, a lot for me, but I can make you feel amazing. It’s what I’m good at.”
He just made my chest burst open with his words, but he thinks this is all he’s good at?
“I fucking knew it.” Dylan chuckles, hands trailing my exposed scar. “Unreal.” He kisses the scar, then just above my navel, and lower, toward my core. I’m on fire. “Beautiful.”
I go completely still, and he notices. Dylan stands, lifting my leg with him, making me realize how terriblywetI am.
“If this is too much, we can put your shorts back on and forget this happened. But I would really like to show you exactly how I feel about your body by kissing every inch of you and your scars till the sun comes up.”
I’m sure I could disintegrate into a puddle at this moment. “Ihaven’t done this in a while,” I admit. “I haven’t even touched myself. Not since …”
My inexperience feels jarring when Dylan Donovan is in front of me.
His gaze flickers. “You haven’t masturbated in over a year?”
There’s no judgment in his voice, but I still feel like a prude. “Why would I give my body this pleasure when it took so much from me?” The words slip out so fast, I purse my lips. No one thinks like that; no one punishes their body like it’s not a part of them. But after the accident, that’s all I’ve seen it as.
His expression softens to something breakable, exactly how I feel. “Let me show you how much you deserve it, Sierra. Not your body, not your brain, butyou.”
He still wants this? To kiss my ugly scars? “Why?”
Dylan chuckles. It’s so sexy I almost clench my thighs together, but he’s between them. “Because you calling your scars ugly is unacceptable, and I want to rectify that.”
Oh.
“Tell me, Sierra. Are you gonna let me taste you until the only thing you’re saying about your body is how much you want me inside it?”
I nearly choke, but my body shakes with anticipation as I nod.
