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“Itmade me think of you,” I confess as she holds the necklace in front of herface, watching the diamond catch the light.
“It’sbeautiful. A hummingbird?”
Comingaround the table, I pluck it from her fingers and drape it around her neck.“Yes, a hummingbird’s heart beats over twelve hundred times in one minute. Itstiny body has to work so hard just to survive, but it not only lives, itflourishes. Like you. After all you’ve been through, you keep fighting, keeptrying to make things better for yourself and others. My hummingbird.”
Thereare tears in her eyes when she gets to her feet, and I pull her into my arms.“I thought I was happy before,” she sniffs. “I thought I was living, but I wasjust existing, going through the motions. Until your voice came through thewall and changed everything. You made me want more, with you, and out of life.I love you.”
“Ilove you too.”
Steppingback, she laughs and leads me to the bedroom where she finds the lingerie seton the bed. “Dare,” she breathes, running her fingers over the material.
“That’smore a present for me.”
Hermischievous grin falls into place. “Not sure it’ll fit you, but we can give ita shot.”
Damn,I love her smart mouth.
ChapterSixteen
Ayda
Ican’t believe Dare went to so much trouble for Valentine’s Day. The spa waswonderful, and I even decided on a Brazilian wax while I was there, something Idon’t usually do. Leah was a lot of fun, and she helped me shop for Dare’sgift. I mean, what do you give a guy like him? So rough and mean when he needsto be, but soft hearted when it counts. I couldn’t just get him a card orsomething too girly like a stuffed animal.
“Iknow just the thing,” Leah announced, and dragged me into a boutique. Alexstood guard outside the door while she held up a tiny scrap of material thatcan’t possibly be considered panties. I ended up with them, though, along witha bra that barely covers my nipples, and sheer thigh high stockings.
Onour way out, I found a display of romantic knick knacks and games, andimpulsively bought a set of Love Coupons. Each coupon offers a different sexyact, some innocent, some not so much. I can’t wait for him to use them.
I’mtempted to wear the beautiful lingerie set Dare gave me, but I decide to stickto my original plan. “I have something for you, but I need a few minutes,” Itell him, grabbing my bag and locking myself in the bathroom.
Standingin front of the mirror in tiny panties, a bra, and a white tutu, the stockingspulled up to mid-thigh, I almost chicken out. Every scar I have is on display.Maybe I’m just making a fool of myself, trying to be sexy for him. Scars aren’tsexy.
“Everythingokay, darlin’? he asks, tapping on the door. Crap. How long have I beenstanding here staring at my body like something is going to change? Closing myeyes, I remember the loving way he kissed my scars, and take a deep breath.He’s seen me naked. I’m being ridiculous.
“Fine,”I call, then open the bathroom door, the Love Coupon booklet in my hand.
Hefreezes as soon as I walk out, his eyes darkening with lust, and I know I havenothing to worry about. He looks like he wants to devour me and I can’t wait.“Fuck Ayda, are you trying to kill me?”
Longstrides tear across the hardwood floor until he’s looking down at me. With themost innocent smile I can muster, I peek up through my lashes at him and openmy hand holding the coupons. “Happy Valentine’s Day.”
“Lovecoupons, huh?” His grin turns wicked as he flips through the booklet, and tearsone out. Uh-oh. Maybe I should’ve read through them. He hands me one that says“Kinky card. Take me any way you please.”
Hisgaze sweeps around the room, and he stalks over to the window, removing thecloth curtain tassels before returning to me. His large hands travel over myribs, cupping and massaging my breasts. “Hands out in front of you, darlin’.”
Withouta word, I hold them out and he ties my wrists together. I gasp as I’munexpectedly lifted off my feet, and my arms loop around his neck, my tiedhands resting on his nape while he carries me to the bedroom wall. I love theway he carries me around like I weigh almost nothing. Compared to his bulk, Iguess I do.
“Keepthose hands right there, babe,” he orders. As much as I hate being told what todo in everyday life, I apparently don’t have a problem with it in the bedroom. Withoutputting me down, he unhooks my bra and lets it fall to the floor, his mouthinstantly covering my nipple. I swear, he’s barely touched me and I’m alreadysoaked for him, which he discovers as soon as his hand slides between my legs,ripping the tiny panties away.
“Oh!”I cry out as his fingers plunge inside me.
“Yeah,you like that? I know you do.” His low gravelly tone seems to vibrate throughmy whole body.
“Youhave no idea how many times I laid here and listened to you. Pictured you andwhat you were doing to yourself. I wanted to see the look on your face when youcame so bad. Right here,” he says, burying himself inside me in one hard thrustthat steals my breath. “I’m going to fuck you right here against the wall whereyou drove me fucking insane.”
Withmy hands tied, all I can do is hold on and enjoy the ride. And damn, the mancan fuck like a champ. After we try to buff most of the paint off of his wall,he turns and bends me over his bed. My arms are stretched in front of me, myfeet dangling just above the floor when he slides back into me, gentler thistime.
Hishand runs up and down my legs that are wrapped around him. “Love thesestockings. I’m going to buy you a hundred more.”
Histongue travels up my spine until his hot breath fills my ear. “Look at you,bent over my bed, helpless, sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.”
