"Are you on birth control?"
I shook my head. Even more reason it was a crazy idea. Yet now that I said it out loud, I knew I wanted it.
"I know my body pretty well though, and I shouldn't be ovulating."
"Are you willing to play Russian roulette like that?"
Was I? I barely had to think about it for more than a second. "Yes, I am."
Parker's eyes were suddenly feral. "You're really testing my resolve not to fuck you into oblivion. You're lucky the idea of fucking you bare is overriding my good sense."
He leaned over me and snagged my shorts and panties in one go and slid them slowly down my legs. I made good on mypromise and didn't move a muscle even though lifting my ass would've made life easier for him.
"Your shirt stays on this time. I don't want you bending to take it off."
Parker's consideration for me and my injury would send me over the edge. It was a damn good thing I was already in love with him. Otherwise that alone would've had me falling into the abyss.
"Whatever you say. I'm yours to do with as you please."
His hungry gaze caressed my body. I was never self-conscious in the past but knowing I had a big scar on my belly had me itching to cover that area. Parker must've read the hesitation in my eyes because he shook his head. "Don't you dare consider covering up an ounce of your body. You're perfect."
"I have a huge scar," I reminded him.
"You do, and it shows me that you're a survivor. There's nothing sexier than that."
As if he needed to prove it to me, he inched my shirt up slowly until it rested beneath my boobs. "I wish I could see every inch of you, but this will have to do for now."
There was no need for me to be embarrassed when the man I loved looked at me like he did.
I held my breath in anticipation when his one knee rested on the bed, and his hand came down next to my head. "You tell me if you're hurting." His eyes never wavered from mine. "I mean it. This stops if you feel any discomfort."
I nodded my head even though I knew I wouldn't tell him to stop. I was desperate for him. I could handle a little bit of pain if it meant we were together like this again.
His gaze stared into my soul. I matched his look and did my best to convey that I wanted––no, needed––this. Finally he took pity on me and dropped his lips to mine in a sensual kiss.
My body lit up like fireworks on the Fourth of July. I allowed myself to touch him. Just my hand along the muscles of his arm. I waited eagerly for him to touch me back. And oh damn when he did, it was like a cool drink of water on a hot summer day.
"You're so wet for me already." His lips hovered just above mine so that our breaths mingled when he spoke.
"Always."
"I'm going to ask you one last time. Are you sure you want me to take you bare?"
Parker adjusted so both of his forearms rested on either side of my head, and he hovered just over me with his cock poised at my entrance. If I didn't know it would make him stop, I would've lifted my hips as my answer.
"Yes. Please." I wasn't above begging. I doubted I would ever remember our first time together, but I could have this, and I wanted to savor it.
Ever so slowly, Parker slipped inside me inch by torturous inch. The way he split me apart just to put me back together would forever be my greatest memory of us.
"You okay?" he asked as soon as he was seated fully inside me.
"More than okay. Make me yours."
That was all it took. One low growl and Parker did exactly as I asked. He claimed me. Sweet with a side of torture. He hit the spot deep inside me that made me want to sing his praises.
Despite his reservations, he didn't hold back. One arm snaked down and latched on to my hip to keep me in place, but it was the only thing stopping me from meeting him thrust for thrust.
I didn't care if it hurt me or not. I snaked one leg around his calf. Parker was too far gone to say anything. That or he knew I was fine. That him being with me was all I needed to heal.
