I tilt my hips up at his words, and he chuckles.
“You want my fingers inside you?”
“Oh God. Yes!” I moan, tilting my head back at the ecstasy of the movement.
Bringing his thumb to my clit, he applies pressure and begins to rub circles that have me withering beneath him. I’m almost there when he plunges a finger into me, making me gasp.
“That’s it, baby,” he coaxes before adding a second finger and working them in and out in a tantalizing rhythm. My eyes slam shut, and my body begins to shutter. Our mouths slam together as he drags the orgasm out of me, and then he’s pulling his fingers out, making me whimper at the loss. He tugs my shorts all the way down, and my body hums with anticipation as I watch his heated gaze graze over my centre. When my shorts are off, he comes back up, tugging the edge of my shirt, and my body freezes. I clamp down, holding my shirt in place, and shake my head.
He watches me closely, and I can see confusion line his face, but then he gently kisses my lips.
“What’s the matter, baby?”
“I just want to keep my shirt on, if that’s okay?” My voice wobbles, and I feel the tears building behind my eyes. He’s already seen my breasts the day at his parents farm, so he probably thinks I’m crazy right now. The tears spill over because I’m letting my past and secrets ruin this amazing moment.
“Hey.” He swipes the tears away and kisses the bridge of my nose. “If you want to keep your shirt on, that’s okay. Or we can stop this. It’s all up to you, Jade.”
I shake my head. “No. I don’t want to stop, just, just keep my shirt on, okay?”
“Okay.” He nods. “You know you’re beautiful, right? Every single part of you. I’m not sure why you want to keep your shirt on, but I’ll respect that, and I promise you, Jade, whatever the reason, I’m going to think your body is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, and I promise to care for and worship it. Always.”
The fissures he’s already placed in my walls shatter. In this moment, I know West is the one. He is so tender and loving, and there are no words for how he makes me feel. My heart is his, and I trust him fully. I’m ready to give West one of the biggest pieces of me.
My fingers play with the edge of my nightshirt, and I look West in the eyes. “I change my mind,” I whisper, swallowing down the lump of fear in my throat.
“Whatever you want, baby. I promise, you have nothing to fear with me, Jade.”
Slowly, I begin to raise my shirt. My hands shake, and I don’t take my eyes off West’s. I need to see his face when he sees me. When the first piece of raised flesh peeks out, West sucks in a sharp breath. I watch his body tense as I go higher, revealing more, and then he’s reaching out very carefully and with so much tenderness to brush his fingers against the scars and raised flesh. His throat bobs, and then his voice cracks. “Baby,” he croaks.
“I’m okay. It was a very long time ago.” I look him in the eyes and tell him another part of my story. “I’ve only ever shown one other person my scars. It was a college boyfriend.” I suck in a breath before continuing. “He told me that I turned him off.” My voice cracks, and tears spill at the reminder of how that felt.
“I’ll kill that fucker,” West growls. “Jade, look at me. You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. Scars and all.” He bends down, placing gentle kisses on each of my scars, and I know I made the right decision to trust him. I’ve never been in love before, but I’m sure this right here is it. I love Weston Donovan.
“Thank you for giving me this piece of yourself," he says, bringing his face back up to mine and kissing me. “One day, I’m going to collect every last piece, Jade.”
Our lips meet, and gone is the desperation from earlier. These kisses are soft and tender, and my heart is cracked wide open. There is no going back from this. From West.
I gave him another piece of myself tonight, one of the biggest ones, and he didn’t cringe, he didn’t run away, he accepted them. Accepted me.
I know that someday, I’ll give him them all. I have never felt more safe or more cherished than I do when I’m with him. I trust him.
I have two more pieces to give him.
My name. And my story.
The warmth of the sun beats down from the windows, and the heat of Jade against me makes me groan. I pull her closer and bury my face into the crook of her neck. Last night was amazing and a huge shift in our relationship. I squeeze her a little tighter, never wanting to let her go.
My heart aches at the reminder of her scars and how fucking brave and beautiful this woman is. I want to kill whoever caused her so much hurt and pain.
Whatever her story is, I know it must be far more painful than I imagine. I’m sure she will tell me when she’s ready.
The sounds of pots and pans banging around downstairs has me groaning. By the time Jade and I fell asleep last night, it was very late. Yesterday took a huge emotional toll on Jade, and she needs her rest.
The curve of her ass is nestled into my rock-hard cock, and it takes every ounce of control not to rock into her and wake her. She’s snoring softly, and I watch her sleep. The golden rays of sun shine down onto her, and I kiss her delicately on the side of her temple. I have fallen so deep for this woman, and there is no way out. She’s it for me. I just hope she feels the same.
I brush the hair back from her face, and she stirs before those big beautiful green eyes pop open. “Shh. Go back to sleep, baby.”
“What time is it?” She asks sleepily, and I glance over at my phone on the table next to my bed. “It’s eight,” I tell her.
