Page 17 of No Turning Back
I look up at her instead of inspecting the scars. I see the pain in her eyes, so I let her go. She immediately covers herself, but I reach behind my neck and pull my Henley off to show her my shoulder.
“We match, baby.”
Her eyes roam my body, taking in my scars.
Sydney
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I look up his body and see the scars on his shoulder. He has more than me, and they go down his arm and over part of his chest. I don’t match him, but I know he’s trying to make me more comfortable being naked around him. I hold my arms up in front of my chest to show him my forearms with the small scars inflicted from the gravel and thorns I had crawled through. He leans forward and kisses the scars there.
“You take my breath away with your beauty. Your scars only make you more beautiful because you survived them.” His tongue licks up my arms before he moves them away to lick over my lace covered breasts.
His words soothe a part of me I didn’t realize I needed. The need to feel attractive again. Since I recently stopped nursing Mari, I didn’t put in nursing shields, but him licking my nipples causes some milk to leak out, and I flush in embarrassment.
“That’s hot as fuck. Never thought I would find it sexy. Not the blush, but the milk leaking from your body. You caring for your baby is a turn-on.” He presses his pelvis into mine, and I throw my head back when I feel his erect cock through his jeans at my entrance. “I’m going to stop for tonight. I should get home. But I’ll be back tomorrow to pick you up for the party at the clubhouse.”
“What party?” He never mentioned us getting together again.
“You’re my girl now. I want to have you with me at club functions if you’re not working.”
He presses down onto my body, and I wrap my arms around him, holding him tight, wanting him to continue what he started. His hand wraps around my neck. The move causes my blood to pump faster, not in fear but in need.
“You kissing anyone else like this baby?”
“Well, no.”
“Then you’re my girl, correct?”
“I don’t know.”
“Again, Sydney, does another man do this to you?”
He leans down and kisses me, taking my breath away as he keeps his hand on my throat. His tongue slides into my mouth and dominates mine. Taking everything I have and demanding more. I clutch at him, my nails digging into his skin. I wrap my legs around him, not wanting him to stop, but he pulls away again.
“Well?”
I’m panting, confused, unsure what he’s asking me. All I can think about are his lips against mine. His chest pressing into mine. His body enveloping mine. That dominant hand on my neck, holding me in place.
“What?” I shake my head, trying to remove the fog of lust.
“Are. You. Kissing. Another. Man?” He punctuates each word with kisses over my face.
“No. Only you.”
“Mine,” he says before he leans down and kisses me again. This time when he pulls away, I can’t stop the response that comes from my lips.
“Yours.” I sigh, and he pulls himself up, unwrapping my legs, and away from me.
“That word from your mouth makes me want to check out your bed. You are mine, but we are still going to wait. You’re not completely ready for what it will mean when I finally get my cock inside your sweet as fuck pussy.”
“Okay.” I nod, a smile playing across my lips.
I want him so bad I’m about to beg him, but I agree we need to wait. That was the issue with my previous relationships. I confused them with sex too soon and realized I wasn’t into them as much as I thought.
He hands my sweater back to me, and I slip it on while he grabs his shirt. His chest is not only ripped with muscles but tattooed and hairless except for the trail of hair that leads to his cock. The slab of muscles over his pectorals and a full six-pack have me drooling. He’s a sexy specimen of male, and I’m into him.
“Spitfire, stop looking at me like that.” His voice is filled with desire.
