“Don’t care.” As if a bed could make this any more special than being here with bubbles floating through the air, a constant—and magically beautiful—reminder of the most thoughtful and loving thing anyone had ever done for her.
There was nowhere else in the world she would rather take this step with Voodoo than in this amazing little cozy cocoon he’d created for her.
“You're injured,” he reminded her, even though she could feel the thick bulge in his pants, pressed oh so close and yet not quite close enough to where she ached for him, and knew he wanted this as badly as she did. Only protective instincts wouldn't let him just jump all in without ensuring she was okay.
“I'm eighty to ninety percent healed,” she corrected. A miracle, sure. Part her own body’s enhanced ability to heal, part Voodoo’s ability to heal others, but the truth was, it might only be a couple of weeks since she’d almost died, but she was almost completely back to normal.
“I want this to be perfect for you. From here on out, I want everything to be perfect for you.”
His admission was so sweet that tears once again filled her eyes. Resting her forehead against his, she gave him the truth and prayed he believed her. “Voodoo,thisis perfect,youare perfect. But perfect isn’t what I need. You’ve already given me everything I need with your support, your dedication, your thoughtfulness, and your care. You brought me here, you’ve shared your family with me, you haven’t held back anything I've asked for and given me things I didn't even know I needed. Don’t you get it? All I need is you.”
“You have me,” he vowed, and then his lips crashed against hers and he was backing her up until she was caught between the wall and his huge body.
Safe.
That’s exactly how she felt when she was caged in Voodoo’s embrace like this.
It seemed like his mouth never stopped worshiping hers as he stripped her of her clothes, only Indigo knew he must have broken awaybriefly to get her T-shirt—which was really one of his—over her head. The clothes were discarded somewhere along the way, and it was only when Voodoo began to trail a line of kisses down the column of her neck that she realized he was now naked too.
And immediately, insecurity settled in. Her body was a literal roadmap of evidence for the study of her enhanced ability. Older scars layered with newer scars, and the freshly healed wounds that had been open and infected when Voodoo and his team found her.
She wasn't a beautiful woman.
Indigo knew Voodoo had seen her scars. She’d been mostly naked when he found her in the lab and completely naked when he found her in the forest. But it was one thing to see her when she was basically his patient, and quite another when she was supposed to be his lover.
A quick burst of pain stole her attention, and even though it faded almost immediately, she saw the specks of blood left behind from where Voodoo had just sunk his teeth into her chest, between her collarbone and her breast.
“Do I have your attention now?” he demanded, then his tongue began to lap at the small drops of blood.
All Indigo could do was stare and nod.
“What happened?”
As much as she didn't want to answer, didn't want to draw attention to the fact that he was gorgeous and she looked like a piece of mangled trash, Indigo found part of her did want to admit it. Because Voodoo would make it better somehow. He might not be able to take away her scars, make her skin clear and smooth again, but she believed he could soothe away her mental and psychological scars.
Chancing a glance at his face, she quickly looked away, afraid to see the truth in his eyes if it wasn't what she was hoping for. “Do you think I'm ugly?” she whispered the question she dreaded hearing the answer to.
A loud growl, like one that would come from a wounded animal, filled the room, making all the bubbles around them pop. Then his mouth was on her again, kissing her until she was breathless.
Without stopping, those same lips began to roam her body. Licking,sucking, and nipping their way across scars and fresher wounds. Each time they caressed her damaged skin, a little of her insecurity faded away.
“You are without a doubt the most gorgeously stunning creature I have ever had the pleasure of laying eyes on,” Voodoo growled against her skin. “Every single one of these scars marks you as a warrior.Mywarrior.Mine.”
When his lips moved to capture her ruined nipples, seared by the burning man and his cigarette, she almost pushed him away. There was no way she would have feeling left in them, and she didn't want to be reminded of that particular failure when she was starting to feel better about her body.
“Voodoo, no,” she murmured. “I can't … the burns … there’s no sensation left there.”
With impossible gentleness, he ignored her as his head dipped and his lips closed around her now useless nipple, sucking it into his mouth. His tongue lapped at her pebbled bud, and miracle of miracles, she could actually feel it.
It didn't feel normal, not how she expected it was supposed to, although she’d never had a man lavish this much attention on her body, but she could feel it, dull as it was, and that was a win as far as she was concerned.
Moving on to her other nipple, Voodoo lavished the same attention on her other breast, and then he began to kiss his way down her stomach. It wasn't until he hiked her up so her knees landed on his shoulders, her legs hanging down his back, that she realized what he was going to do.
The problem was, she’d been burned down there, too.
Not on the most important part, her bud and her entrance had been left alone, although she suspected, given enough time, the burning man might have moved on to burning her there too, but he’d worked his way around the area, and she wasn't expecting the same miracle down there as she’d just gotten for her breasts.
“Don’t,” she whispered frantically, pushing at his head.
