“Sterling,” I whimper.
I wrap my legs around his waist, trying to get as close as possible. Our breath tangles, and he gifts me with another kiss that sets my head spinning.
“Hurry,” I urge, trailing desperate kisses over his jaw and down his throat, making him groan as he walks us into his bedroom.
He holds me with one hand beneath my ass and angles my face to his, kissing me and smiling against my mouth.
“I’ve been waiting to worship every goddamn inch of you. Maybe I’ll take my time.”
I huff in aroused frustration as he lowers us to the bed and cages me between his arms.
“Ever since that day I met you, and you sat in my apartment like you belonged here, I was dreaming of this moment.”
He looks into my eyes with a searing heat before swooping on my neck. His kisses trail down, along my collarbone as he grips a handful of my thigh, wrapping my leg around his hip.
His cock pushes against the desperate heat between my legs.
“You sat there looking so damn beautiful.So damn right,” he growls.
I writhe, but he’s got me pinned by his hips as he kisses his way down my chest to the neckline of my dress.
“Sterling,” I pant as he tugs my dress to one side, yanking my bra out of the way.
His hot mouth engulfs my nipple and sucks.
I arch into him with a whimper, and he cants his hips, pushing his cock harder against me in response. He looks at me from beneath his brows and flicks his tongue over me.
“I bet every inch of you tastes this sweet, doesn’t it?”
He sits on his heels, bringing me with him.
Our kisses turn more frantic as we rip my dress off over my head, crashing our lips back together immediately. He reaches around to unclip my bra, and I fight to undo the buttons on his shirt.
I tilt my head back with a moan as he dips his head to my breasts, sucking, kissing, and biting them. He kneads them, thumbing my nipples before cursing and repeating the move.
My nipples are pulled so tight that they’re throbbing by the time I manage to coordinate myself enough to get my hands back to his shirt buttons again.
“Help me,” I plead.
Sterling sucks my nipple again, grazing his teeth over it before he lifts his head.
His eyes take on a new intensity as he straightens up. He takes over what my eager fingers were struggling with and slowly unfastens the buttons one by one.
Inches of his skin begin to show, and I part my lips with anticipation.
Once he reaches the last button, he slowly slides the shirt down his arms, freeing them of the fabric.
I let out an involuntary gasp.
“It’s okay, Baby girl,” he soothes.
My eyes flick up to his and then back to his torso.
Scars run up one side of it. The skin is uneven and red, angry-looking raised lines lance across the surface. Some areas are shinier than others, like the skin has healed too tightly and been stretched too far.
“Does it hurt?” I whisper.
“Not anymore.”
