Page 109 of A Little Luck
Sitting again, he puts his face against my stomach, his strong arms around my waist. “You are so precious to me.” His voice is rough, and I lean down to press my lips to his temple.
“You’re the love of my life.” I say the words, and he looks up.
He stands, and our kiss immediately turns hungry. Catching the hem of my sweater, he sweeps it over my head.
I start to freeze, wanting to pull the curtains or turn off the lights, but he holds my shoulders, looking into my eyes. “I don’t want you to hide from me anymore. I want all of you.”
My stomach is tight, but I nod. It’s time.
Reaching up, I push the unbuttoned plaid shirt he’s wearing off his shoulders, and he shrugs it away. Then he reaches behind his head to remove the T-shirt he’s wearing under it, leaving his hair messy around his cheeks, his square jaw, the dimple in his chin.
His gorgeous bare chest is in front of me, muscular and firm, and I lean forward to trace my nose along the top of his pecs, inhaling sandalwood and citrus. I slip out my tongue to taste the salt on his skin.
Large hands circle my waist, moving higher to unfasten my bra. Swallowing my fear, I let the scrap of lace fall to the floor. He cups my breasts, lifting and sliding his thumbs over my hardening nipples.
He moves me back so he can see my body, then sighs. “So beautiful.”
I exhale a little noise, crossing my arms, and his eyes darken, meeting mine. Guiding me onto the bed, he lays me on my back, his blue eyes intense and searching for any sign of hesitation.
My insides tremble as he unfastens the button of my jeans, but I help him slide them over my hips and down my legs.
Sitting up, I unbutton his jeans, and they drop to the floor, leaving him standing in front of me, his cock long and thick.
Reaching down, he lifts it in his hand, sliding his fist up and down the shaft, and the space between my thighs heats and grows slippery as I watch him harden.
Licking my lips, I want to pull it into my mouth. I want to turn off the bedside lamp and pretend there’s nothing to see here, but he won’t allow it.
“Lie back.” His blue eyes hold mine, and his square jaw is set.
I do as he says, and he reaches down to slide my lace panties down my thighs. A knot is in my throat, and I wait. I know he sees them now, but I don’t know what he’ll do.
Dropping to his knees, he slides his palms up the outside of my thighs and leans forward. His eyes are on my legs where the scars are lighter, almost like stretch marks.
He dips his head and places warm lips against my damaged skin.
My stomach squeezes, and I inhale sharply. “Adam…”
It’s barely a whisper, and his mouth moves higher to my stomach, following the silvery lines on the outsides of my abdomen, actual stretch marks from carrying Ryan.
He rests his cheek on my side near my hip. “I should’ve been with you when you were carrying him. I’d have liked to see you naked and pregnant.”
Tears shine in my eyes, and I trace the hair off his cheek, behind his ear. “And all stretched out?”
“All full of life.”
“There’s time…”
Darkness enters his gaze, and it returns to my body. Both of his hands are on each side of my torso. His waist is between my legs, and he moves higher, sliding his arms around my back to hold me.
My breasts are exposed, but his eyes are on the scars lining my ribs, the uglier ones, the fiercer ones. His expression is unreadable to me. Is he sad? Disgusted? Angry?
Lowering his face, he kisses my side, tracing his lips in a way that almost tickles. “This one hurt.”
He places his palm over a raised pink keloid, and tears heat my eyes. I can’t speak. I can only nod slightly, and the pain in his eyes shatters me. Replacing his hand with his lips, he rests his forehead on my body, holding me.
When he speaks, his voice is thick. “They all hurt.”
Curling around him, I hold him. “Not anymore.”