“All of them.”
“What? They make me hotter or something?” She’s joking, I’m not.
I nip at one on her hip bone. “So.” Another nip. “Fucking.” Nip. “Hot.”
As I kiss up her other leg, my mouth pauses before touching the scarred skin.
“That’s not so beautiful.” Sutton’s tone is meek, the opposite of her. Broken and reeks of a sad memory.
“I don’t agree. I think it is.” I peer up at Sutton from my position below her. “Can I touch it?”
She nods her head, hesitantly. I run my thumb over the white scar, feeling it’s raised edges. The skin around it tight, its texture marred from the stitches. “So beautiful,” I tell her.
“Wait. Cooper, I need to say this.” I pause, starring up at her. “I’m sorry I blamed you for my injury and having to quit hockey.”
“You don’t need to apologize.”
“I do, and I’m so sorry.” I nod. “I know it wasn’t your fault, but…you were the closest to me and easiest to blame. I was already so mad at you Cooper, but I know better. I know it’s my fault.”
I whisper in my kisses, tell her it’s not her fault. My fingers trail up and down her inner thighs. Sutton lets out a hiss when I kiss the scar.
I immediately pull away. “Are you okay? Did that hurt?”
“Good kind of pain. I promise.”
My mouth returns to her freckled skin. Kissing the scar again, then finally making my way to her center.
Sutton grabs my chin between two fingers, pulling me away and looking up at her. She rubs her thumb over my bottom lip, rubbing her into me.
“Be gentle with me. I’m not…I don’t?—”
“I know what you need.” I blow lightly on her. “I’ll take care of you.” There’s a subtle nod. A subtle yet excited smirk. “Tap my shoulder if it’s too much.”
“Okay.”
The word barely leaves her lips before I’m on her. Giving her what she needs, taking what I want. Which is her. There’s no one or anything else.
Sutton’s back arches when I push a finger into her. My other hand has to hold on to her waist to keep her from withering and knocking us both over.
Dragging her between my teeth, her legs close in on my head.
“Shit. I didn’t?—”
“Squeeze harder next time.”
Maybe I should have let her finish her comment, but I don’t want to hear about her with anyone else. I already had to see her on a date, already know she wants someone else.
But tonight, she’s mine.
And I’m hopelessly hers.
My heart beats, crashing into my chest in Morse code. I listen and realize my earlier thought was wrong. I don’t just want her to be mine. I want to be hers, maybe even more than the opposite.
“Cooper.” My name on her lips like this is something I’ll never be able to unhear. Not that I’d try to anyway.
Sutton tightens, I can feel it on my mouth and underneath my hand. Her abs go taut.
She curses and says my name again. And again. It drips down my spine, furrowing low in my stomach, before the next thing I know, I’m teetering over the edge with her.
