But his fingers rubbed me faster.
Peppering greedy kisses along his jaw, I whispered, “I deserveyou.Someday you’ll see that me deservin’ good things is the same thing.Stop tryin’ to talk me out of this.”
That stopped the delicious rubbing, and his gaze held mine for a long moment.
“You’re smart and beautiful,” he said, touching one finger to my bottom lip.“This smile and these carin’ eyes, they should be focused on somebody else.I’m scarred and sorry and broken.You deserve better.”
“I don’t care about scars.”
“You should.They remember all the bad shit I’ve done.If you look close enough, they’ll tell you a story about a worthless man who was so scared of who he had become that he ran from his home, and he hid and cowered away while the rest of the world went on with life and faced their problems.I carry so much pain, AJ.I don’t want it to infect you.”
“Skin does not have a memory, Dixon.It’s not your skin that remembers the pain.Those scars have completely forgotten you.They have no idea where they came from, and it’s a good thing because you can’t change your skin, but you can change your heart and your mind.”
A tear fell from the corner of his eye.He didn’t acknowledge it.Instead, his hands gripped my hips harder.He kissed me again, guiding me lower and meeting me halfway, then entered my body slowly, as if he were afraid to break or scar me too.
The connection was immediate, like coming home again, and I imagined I could see inside him, that I could see the deep lake of pain and regret he held in his heart.The lake churned and surged, and I wanted to ride it, to surf and conquer it.
He deserved placid waters.
The shaking got worse.His whole body quaked with it, and I was shaking now, too, silently willing him to move inside me, but I didn’t want to rush him.
“No,” he said gruffly.“Notlike this.”
Hope crashed into the pit of my stomach.
“I understand,” I mumbled, and the anticipation I’d been feeling about where we’d been headed splintered apart inside me.“If you’re not ready, it’s o?—”
But the words in my mouth died before they could reach my lips because Dixon twisted and took us down to my bed.Still inside me, the lower half of his body remained unmoving, but he leaned on one hand and used his other to swipe my hair behind my shoulders.His steely blue eyes took a careful inventory of my body, starting with my lips and slowly moving down the length of my neck.
When he leaned lower and his mouth opened over my breast, I felt his breath on my skin, and my nipples rose even higher and peaked for him.I moaned and arched up to feel his body against mine.
Finally, he thrust inside me slowly.
Whispering, he said, “I wanna fuck you proper, wanna feel every inch of you against every inch of me.”
Breath eased out of my lungs in a moan, and my eyes fell shut.
He was big.He filled me fully, but thewayhe filled me, every curve and corner of him smoothing every edge and hardness inside me, made me wild.I rolled my hips and tried desperately to pull him in deeper.
The moonlight outside my window brightened our skin and made it glow, but shadows still lurked and lingered in the corners of my room.They darkened his hair.The soft strands brushed over my skin while he sucked my nipple into his mouth, tugging it gently with his teeth, but as soon as he’d gotten a taste of me, he stopped.
Looking into my eyes, he pulled out and his hard, wet cock slapped against my inner thigh.
“What?”I asked.Oh God, please don’t stop.
He shook his head and moved down my body slowly, so slowly that I began to beg while he kissed every inch of me, just like he’d promised.
“Please, Dixon,” I pleaded, but he wouldn’t answer.Instead, he spread my legs wider and settled between them, groaning softly, Then he opened his mouth.
The first soft lick of his tongue between my legs made me gasp.The second had me digging my nails into his shoulders, and the third made me groan and push up on my heels.He growled and followed my body, then devoured me like I was his last meal.
Squeezing his head between my thighs harder and harder while his tongue dealt faster and punishing pressure to my clit, my hands gripped his hair and I rolled my hips wildly against his face, watching his head surge between my legs and his fingers dig deeper into my skin.
And when he dragged them over my hip and slid two inside me while he sucked my clit into his mouth, it didn’t take more than a handful of pumps before I was coming, giving in to the pleasure and calling out the release of all the doubt I’d been feeling about him wanting me like this.
I didn’t have time to think about it, though, because he pulled his fingers free from my body and licked them, but then he crawled up, planted both hands on the bed beside my arms, and his cock glided smoothly inside me.
The rough sound in the back of his throat when the aftershocks from my orgasm gripped him tightly was feral and possessing, but in the best way.
