The first inch of bare skin appears, and my vision tunnels.
The shirt lifts higher, revealing a flat stomach, the faint rise of ribs, and the slope of full breasts below the bunched fabric.My breath stops.
She hesitates for half a second, staring up at me.Then she pulls the shirt over her head and tosses it away.
No bra.
My heart rips open.
She’s inconceivably, irrationally breathtaking in a way the world isn’t prepared for.
Blue hair falls in glossy, rebellious waves around her shoulders.A silver hoop in her septum, a small diamond above the center of her lip, a spike glinting from her brow.Her whole face is a contradiction, sharp and soft, fierce and heartbreakingly vulnerable.Beautiful on an eccentric level that isn’t delicate.It’s bold and unexpected like a sucker punch.
And her body…
Holy unholy hell.
She swapped the little hoops for silver barbells, the metal decorating her plump nipples so perfectly.I want to buy her all the jewelry.Not that she needs adornments.Her skin is fair, warm-toned, and kissed with a beauty mole on her collarbone.
My pretty little sinner.
A vicious rush of arousal sends my hand to my cock, my fingers choking the damn thing through my briefs, trying to hold off the threatening orgasm.
Her gaze follows the movement.“Do you need to—?”
“Not gonna come in my pants, Tiny Terror.But you need to hurry with yours.”
Hooking her thumbs in the waistband, she shoves the final piece of clothing down her legs and kicks it away.
Then she’s completely bare.
Small hands.Small feet.Toned legs.Honey, lust-soaked eyes.A witchy little waist that nips dramatically before curving into hips I’ve been obsessed with since the moment she crashed into my life in that ruined wedding dress.
And holy fuck, her pussy is right there.Her sweet, luscious, fully exposed pussy.
My blood pressure spikes so fast I swear I black out for a second.I can’t move.Can’t blink.I can only stare, knocked absolutely stupid by how stunning she is.
Gods forgive me.The things I’m going to do to her… I don’t even want forgiveness.
“Dove.”My whole world tilts toward her.“I’m going to touch you now.”
“Fuck yes.”Her skin flushes beneath my hungry stare, pink blooming everywhere.“Touch whatever you want, however you want.”
I lunge, sink my hands into her hair, angle her head, and kiss her with everything that’s been starving inside me for twenty-four years.
She moans against my mouth, my new favorite sound, and her warm, satiny skin meets mine.All of her glides against all of me, all at once, until I’m nothing but burning flesh and painful, fisting pressure between my legs.
This is it.The moment my life starts.
This is happiness.
This is the reason I crawled out of that river alive.
I back her against the kitchen table and brace a hand on the edge while the other roves down her spine.She arches into me, pressing her chest to mine, her hips catching my bare thigh.
Her scent rises to meet me, clean skin and soft female arousal, driving my pulse into a frenzy.
“I’ll come back to this.”I lick into her mouth one last time and move to her jaw, her throat, and the slender line of her collarbone.
