He genuinely cared, and I believed him when he said he would never hurt me. The way I felt about him terrified me to my toes, but it was time I took a leap of faith.
Once we got into my bedroom, I switched on the light but set the dimmer to low. I wasn’t ready to let him see me in the harsh, unforgiving light.
Uncertain what to do next, I stood by my bed with my arms hanging by my sides.
He took my cold hands in his warm ones and squeezed. “Nervous?”
“Petrified,” I admitted with a shaky laugh.
“Don’t be, baby. You’re safe with me.”
“I know I am.”
He pressed his lips to mine, and some of the fear whirling inside of me dissipated. I could kiss him forever and never grow bored. But my swollen breasts and hard nipples demanded skin on skin contact, and if the dampness between my legs was anything to go by, I was more than ready for him.
I stepped back and, feeling braver than I ever had in my life, I gripped the hem of my sweater but then hesitated. Was I ready for what was about to happen?
His face turned stern, serious. “You’re beautiful, Aubrey. Fucking spectacular, and if I do my job right, you’ll see that too. Take your clothes off. Don’t hide from me. Not anymore.”
I closed my eyes and braced myself for what was about to happen. I didn’t want to see his reaction. I couldn’t face his rejection. My heart pounded madly, and I sucked in a breath and another and another.
Without hesitating any longer, I yanked my sweater over my head and threw it on the floor.
“Open your eyes, Aubrey.”
“I don’t want to,” I admitted.
“Baby, look at me.”
If I saw pity or disgust on his face, I would die a thousand deaths, followed by a thousand more. I rolled my shoulders back and forced myself to open my eyes.
There was no disgust or pity on his face or in his eyes. Instead, there was desire, honesty, want, and need. I would love the man in front of me for eternity.
“Do you know what I see? I see a sexy, strong, beautiful, and brave woman. Everything, and I mean, everything about you turns me on.”
Reaching out, he ran his fingertips from my left shoulder down the side of my breast, and then to my waist. Tears at him touching the parts of my body I’d kept hidden for so long pricked my eyes.
“My scars are ugly.” I crossed my arms, doing my best to hide.
He pried my arms apart. “Believe me when I say they aren’t. Don’t hide away from me ever again. And don’t run away from me ever again.”
The sincerity in his voice told me he meant every word.
He stroked a fingertip across my stomach, and shivers danced through me. “I’m going to take you to bed now and make love to you all night.”
He peeled off his clothes until he stood in front of me naked and hard. His body was a chiseled work of art, and his huge erection showed how much he wanted me.
“Get over here.” He dragged me toward him, and I didn’t resist. I wanted him as much as he wanted me.
With a flick of his hand, he unsnapped my bra then shoved my jeans and soaked panties down my legs. I was fully naked in my bedroom with a man, and I wasn’t afraid, nervous, worried, or anxious. I was at ease and excited about what the night and what the future would bring.
Noah took my hand and led me to the bed. He sat down on the mattress, and I stood between his open legs. He cupped my left breast and thumbed the beaded tip.
“Do your scars hurt?”
I shook my head. “A lot of my pain-sensing cells were destroyed. I wore a compression suit for the longest time, but it didn’t stop the scarring. Kids overproduce scar tissue...” My words trailed off. Now wasn’t the time for a detailed medical explanation. There was nothing erotic or arousing about that. All he needed to know was that my scars weren’t painful.
He rolled my nipple between his fingertips, causing sizzles to rush right through me. Every inch of me swelled and tightened.
“You’re perfect, do you know that?”
I closed my eyes and released a long, shuddering breath. Arousal drowned me, pulling me under.
“Fucking perfect.”
I curled my hands around his shoulders, and he gently drew my nipple into his mouth. Everything vanished. Nothing else existed but the here and now. We were the only two people in the world.
Drugged and dazed by the intoxicating sensations, I opened my eyes and watched as his mouth greedily devoured my nipple. My clit throbbed, and pressure coiled low in my stomach seeking a way out.
He massaged my other breast, alternating between rough and gentle, tweaking and teasing until my toes curled.
I wanted this man. I wanted to taste and lick every inch of his hard, gorgeous body.
“I want to touch you,” I whispered. “I want to taste you.”
The low, raspy moan that came from him was the sexiest sound in the world. “I won’t stop you.”
As I lowered myself to my knees, I kissed my way down his chest, relishing the taste and feel of his silk over steel skin beneath my lips.
I gazed at his jutting cock and inhaled his musky scent. He was thick and long, and my inner muscles clenched with the kind of want I’d never known.
“Guide me,” I said, feeling unsure. “I’ve never done this before.”
He placed his hand on the back of mine and curled our fingers around the base of his shaft.
“Damn. My cock feels good wrapped in your hand.”
I lifted my head and grinned up at his smiling face loving how his cock jerked beneath my touch.
Slowly, he moved our hands up and down, and his breathing picked up speed, getting harsher by the second. A bead of liquid appeared at the tip of his dick, and instinctively I lowered my head and swirled my tongue around and around before drawing him into my mouth. That rewarded me with a soul-shaking groan. Pleasuring him like this brought me as much enjoyment as it brought him.
He twisted my hair through his fingers. “I love how I feel in your hand and your mouth, baby.”
I hummed my reply and braced my hands on top of his muscular thighs.
“Grab my balls,” he rasped. “Take them in your hands.”
I did as he asked and held the velvety sacs in my palm, tugging, playing, massaging. Holding him in my hand and having him in my mouth were empowering aphrodisiacs. He continued to guide my hand while I continued to suck and lick.
“Just like that, baby.” His words sounded strained and coarse.
His balls contracted and he rocked his hips back and forth. Every cell in my body thrummed and danced. All of the fantasies I’d had about him in no way did any justice to reality.
He drove into my mouth, his shaft hitting the back of my throat, but then he stopped and dragged his cock out.
I blinked and looked up at him, confused. “Did I do something wrong?”
“You were doing everything perfectly. It felt good. Too good, but I have other plans. I want to sink inside you. I want to feel you come on my dick.”
Every muscle in my body contracted at the deep, dark desire in his voice. He helped me stand, then grabbed his jeans from the floor and took out a condom from the back pocket. After he’d sheathed himself, he took my hand, and we lay on the bed facing each other.
“Let me know if I hurt you. You control the pace and everything about tonight.”
Excited heat flushed my skin. “I don’t have a clue what I’m doing.”