His eyes went molten as he murmured over the sound of the spin cycle, “We’ll see.”
He pulled the shirt off of me, being careful not to catch it on my cast, and tossed it to the basket.
The shirt slid off the edge and fell to the floor.
Neither one of us went to pick it up.
His eyes gleamed as he took in my mostly braless state.
The bandage he’d wrapped around me that morning was holding on, but barely.
He reached for it, tugging the Velcro free as he unwound it from my body.
When it was off, and my boobs fell free, his eyes gleamed.
My nipples pebbled even harder when exposed to the cool air—or maybe it was due to the way he was looking at me. Like I wasn’t some freak of nature that had survived a bear attack.
His eyes took me in, not shying away from the scars or the bruises. The puckered skin or the marks where the stitches had once held me together.
“You’re so beautiful.”
His words. So sweet, but oh, so wrong.
I scoffed. “Um, no. Not ever, but definitely not anymore.”
His eyes narrowed and his hands clenched on my ass.
His eyes went molten as he caught my hair in his fist and tugged, forcing me to look up at him more fully and giving me no room to turn away. “You were beautiful before, to the point where it took my breath away. The first time I saw you in the bar, I’d had this thought. What would it be like to take her home? What would it be like to have her body clenching around mine? I’d bet it would be like heaven. And don’t get me wrong. You were absolute heaven that night I had you for the first time. I’d never in my life had anything better. But now? You’re even more so now. When I see these scars.” He trailed his fingers along the raised wounds, closed but nowhere near healed. Dark, deep purple that told of freshness, not mellowed with time. “I see bravery. I see a badass woman that fought to live. A woman that had become a piece of my heart in a single night without even trying. You’re beautiful, baby. So damn beautiful it hurts. Scars or no scars, you have the power to undo me.”
I swallowed hard. “I…I don’t know what to say.”
His lips kicked up at the corner, that little smirk that always had the power to make my heart beat faster.
“Who said anything about talking?”
I opened my mouth to tease him, but no words came out when he lifted me up onto the dryer and set me down carefully, overly cautious yet still strong and unyielding.
“That’s it,” he said. “Perfect height.”
I went to ask him what he meant by that, but then he got down onto his knees between my thighs and said, “Put your heels on my shoulders.”
I did.
“Lean back against that pile of laundry if you need to,” he ordered. “It falls over, I’ll refold it when we’re done.”
Then he tasted my clit with his tongue.
I hissed in a breath at the shock that jolted through me.
My ribs smarted, but didn’t protest, and I closed my eyes and just felt.
His mouth was everywhere, getting reacquainted with my pussy in only the best way.
His tongue explored, delving between my spread lips, until he got to my entrance and speared his tongue inside.
I hissed in a breath as he finally gave my clenching vagina something to close down on.
He groaned and clenched my good thigh with one hand, still able to have enough brain power to know not to go caveman on my bad side.
