Page 51 of Broken Saint
“Shh,” he soothes, backing down the bed so he can tug off my shoes and peel my jeans from my feet.
Lifting my foot, he places a kiss on the arch before moving to my ankle and up my calf.
“Colton,” I moan, my skin erupting in goosebumps.
Without a word, he makes me feel more beautiful and wanted than I have in five long years.
It only solidifies what I discovered the second Letty opened her front door.
Coming here was the right decision.
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COLTON
The self-restraint it takes not to react to the sight of her scars is beyond ridiculous. My hands grip the sheets on either side of her hips as I stare down at her thigh.
She squirms under my attention, making the reason for her wanting to turn the light off even more obvious.
It didn’t take long tonight to discover that the confidence she’d always had when we were younger has been severely knocked.
At first, I just assumed it was her weight. She’s no longer the girl from MKU. She’s a woman and she’s hot. Beyond hot. Having a few more inches, rounder hips and bigger boobs is nothing close to being a bad thing.
Then I assumed it was him. The asshole who’s treated her badly.
But now I get it.
Now I understand.
She wasn’t lying when she said that life after college hasn’t been what she’d expected, and it seems that losing her dad might have just been the icing on an already painful cake.
She might think her scars are ugly, or something that might put me off, but she couldn’t be more wrong. It only confirms what I already know. She doesn’t know me. Not the real me.
The guy she spent time with in college was the one I wanted everyone to see. Not the one who was acting out to help cover more than a few scars of my own. Only, mine aren’t visible on the outside. Instead, they poison me from the inside, silently taunting me, constantly reminding me of how my life could be.
Ella squirms beneath me, desperate to get away from my stare.
“Bombshell,” I growl, wrapping my hand around her hip to stop her.
Ripping my attention from the series of scars on her thigh, I drag my gaze up her body, lingering on her lace-covered breasts, wondering why they’re still hidden before I meet her terrified eyes.
“You’d better be squirming because you’re so desperate for my cock,” I tell her. “Because as far as I can see, there is no other reason why you’d need to be moving around so much right now.”
“Colt,” she whimpers.
I hate it. I fucking hate that she thinks she’s anything less than she used to be because of a little weight and a few scars.
“Nah, Bombshell. That’s not how we do things here. Let me show you.”
Hooking my fingers beneath the straps of her bra, I drag them over her shoulders until the cups give and her breasts spill out.
“Fucking incredible,” I tell her before dipping low and sucking one of her nipples into my mouth.
She cries out as I swirl my tongue around her, her fingers finding purchase in my hair and holding me against her, suddenly forgetting her apprehension and her fears as she encourages me to switch to the other side.
There she is. There’s my Ella.
“Colton,” she pants. “Fuck. So good.”