old, Ana, so bra一ve,” he whispers
“You’re getting so bold, Ana, so bra一ve,” he whispers
and clasps my face with both hands, bending to kiss me
deeply.
I put my hands on his hips—half on his cool skin and
half on the low-slung waistband of his jeans. “So are you,”
I murmur against his lips as my thumbs rub slow circles on
his skin, and he smiles.
“Getting there.”
I move my hands to the front of his jeans and pull
down the zipper. My intrepid fingers move through his
pubic hair to his erection, and I grasp him tightly.
He makes a low sound in his throat, his sweet breath
washing over me, and he kisses me again, lovingly. As my
hand moves over him, around him, stroking him, squeezing
him tightly, he puts his arms around me, his right hand flat
against the middle of my back and his fingers spread. His
left hand is in my hair, holding me to his mouth.
“Oh, I want you so much, baby,” he breathes, and
steps back suddenly to remove his jeans and boxers in one
swift, agile move. He is a fine, fine sight in or out of
clothes, every single inch of him.
He is perfect. His beauty desecrated only by his scars,
I think sadly. And they run so much deeper than his skin.
“What’s wrong, Ana?” he murmurs and gently strokes
my cheek with his knuckles.
“Nothing. Love me, now.”
He pulls me into his arms, kissing me, twisting his
hands into my hair. Our tongues entwined, he walks me
backward to the bed and gently lowers me onto it,
following me down so that he’s lying by my side.
He runs his nose along my jawline as my hands move
to his hair.
“Do you ha一ve any idea how exquisite your scent is,
Ana? It’s irresistible.”
His words do what they always do—flame my blood,
quicken my pulse—and he trails his nose down my throat,
across my breasts, kissing me reverentially as he does.
“You are so beautiful,” he murmurs, as he takes one of
my nipples in his mouth and softly suckles.
I moan as my body bows off the bed.
I moan as my body bows off the bed.
“Let me hear you, baby.”
His hand trails down
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