Page 73 of Cajuns. Love. Curves.

“What happened here?” I asked.

“Sniper hit me. We were stuck in the dessert for three days before they could get us out. The medic on my team stitched me up with the bullet inside because he couldn’t reach it. Once I got to the hospital, they had to cut through all kinds of shit to get to the bullet, which had shattered.” He shakes his head. “It was a mess, but they fixed me up as best they could.”

“Do you know what your body reminds me of?” I ask.

“A hand drawn map with lots of errors and mark outs of mistakes, some water stains and a few holes?” he asks.

“No. Definitely not.” I rub his shoulders, then I shove him down so he’s laying back on the bed. “Have you ever heard the termkintsugi?” I crawl onto the bed next to him and lick his neck.

“No. But right now I’m not sure I know my name.”

“Kintsugiis a Japanese art where they repair broken pottery using melted down gold as the glue. When the piece is put back together, it’s a whole new creation, a one of kind beauty thread through with actual gold that makes it not only pretty to look at, but stronger too.”

I’d swear there were tears swimming in his lovely green-blue eyes, but he blinks them away. “Thank you,” he says thickly. “I love your body. All your curves are...fucking delicious. I want to eat you with kisses.”

“You ready for round two?” I ask.

“I want to play more. Come sit on my face.”

I laugh.

He arches a brow. “I’m serious. I’m dying to taste you.”

“That’s never been a big turn on for me.”

He leans up on his elbows. “You’re going to need to break that down for me. What does that even mean?”

I flop down on my back. “I’ve only had one partner.”

“And obviously he sucked at eating pussy,” Wade says.

I laugh. “You knew him, you know.”

“Fuck, are you a widow?”

“No. That jackass is too stubborn to die. I divorced him when I found him fucking his secretary in his office. Because he couldn’t even be more creative with his infidelity.”

Wade leans up on one elbow and the other arm crosses over my body to toy with my nipples. “Who is he?”

“Mitch Wallace.”

“That stupid son of a bitch,” he mutters. “He cheated on you?”

“Yes. Evidently more than once.” I shake my head. “He was a terrible lover, too, so I don’t know what they’re after.”

“Let me at least eat your pussy properly, then you can decide if you like it or not,” he says.

“I can’t believe we’re having an actual conversation about this.” I stare at his ridiculously handsome face, then nod. “Okay, but I’m not sitting on your face.”

“How about you just rotate your body and you can lay on your side. You can suck me, if you want, but you don’t need to.”

“Like a lazy sixty-nine?”

“Exactly.”

I stand and turn, repositioning myself on the bed. I’ve barely laid back down and opened my thighs and he’s got his head between my legs.

“Goddamn, you smell good,” he groans.

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