Page 145 of Property of Bob

“Then kiss me.” That I could do.

I leaned into him and pressed my mouth to his. Bob walked me backward toward the bed. When the backs of my legs hit the mattress, he stopped.

His breathing was a little heavier and so was mine.

I looked at him. “You okay?”

“I’m fucking fantastic, doll.”

I smiled. “Just checking.”

“I know.”

His hands went to the hem of my shirt. I lifted my arms and Bob pulled it over my head and dropped it somewhere behind him.

His eyes immediately went to my chest.

I looked down, then back at him. “You’ve seen a bra before, Bob.”

“Not that one on you.” The way he said it made my entire body warm.

I reached for his shirt. “Your turn.”

He lifted his arms, and I pulled it carefully over his head.

The first thing I saw was his chest. The second was the scar.

I couldn’t help it.

My eyes went there, and Bob went still.

I reached up and ran my fingertips lightly beside it. His eyes stayed on my face. “I hate that someone did this to you,” I whispered.

“I’ve finally seen the bright side of it. It brought me to you.”

I shook my head. “I much would have rather you be unscarred.” My fingers slid down his chest.

“I’ve heard chicks dig scars.”

“Chicks, huh? You planning on impressing the girls?”

He shook his head. “Just you.” He kissed me again. This time, there was less patience behind it. More hunger.

His hand moved down my back, and he pulled me against him while his mouth traveled from mine to my jaw and then lower.

I closed my eyes.

“Ash—”

He stopped.

I opened my eyes.

“Did you just call me Ash?”

“Maybe.”

His eyebrows lifted.