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Chapter 5
Itake my camisole off as I walk to him, and his eyes widen at my brazen exposure of my breasts. I’m about to start taking his shirt off when he grasps my wrists holding me in place. Crap. Did I miss my window? I’m suddenly vulnerable in my topless state. “What’s wrong?” I ask.
He cups the back of his neck in a gesture exactly like what he did at the bar when his buddies were giving him a hard time about leaving with a woman.
“Rory?” I ask in as soothing a tone as I’m capable of. My arms wrap in front of my chest so I can cover my nipples. “Do you want to keep your shirt on? It’s okay if you do.”I might cry, I think, but don’t share that last bit. I also can’t imagine what he would be self-conscious about. I had felt the hard muscles of his abdomen through his shirt several times already.
Rory shifts his weight from one leg to the other, and his eyes can’t meet mine. “No. It’s okay. I just need to prepare you . . .” He trails off. Whatever he needs to prepare me for is difficult for him to say.
“What for?”
“I’ll tell you about it later. Don’t ask the story behind what you’re about to see right now. Okay?”
“You’re scaring me a little, Rory.”
He chuckles, but it’s nervous. “It’s nothing bad. I promise.”
“Okay?”
“I have a scar.”
I laugh. “I don’t have any problems with scars.” I drop my arms, exposing my naked breasts again.
“It’s pretty big.”
I purse my lips because now I’m concerned aboutwhyhe has this scar, but he asked me not to ask questions, and I intend to make him comfortable too. My eyes freeze over his chest for a second before I look at him again. His beautiful green eyes are frozen to the carpet.
“You never asked me what kind of athlete I am,” I say.
His head snaps up, and he is looking into my eyes again, a question in his.
“Ask me what I do.”
“Um, okay . . . what do you do, Valentina?”
“I’m a mixed martial arts fighter.”
“Oh.” He looks confused, and I know he doesn’t understand where I’m going with this.
“Fighters tend to find scars sexy as fuck,” I explain, and I know he can see the hunger in my gaze. I lick my lips in a blatant display of desire. He charges for me and picks me up in his arms like newlyweds in all the romantic comedies my sister likes to watch. I squeal as he lifts me. “Rory!”
He takes me to my bedroom and tosses me onto the bed somewhat forcefully. “You’re fucking perfect,” he declares. I sit up and then kneel on the bed so I can help him out of his clothes,finally.
I race to take his shirt off and lean back to admire his body. A shirtless Rory still in his jeans is a sight to behold. His fair torso is slim but well-defined. You wouldn’t think it to look at him with clothes on, but this man has a six-pack with a trail of reddish hair leading to his waistband over the ripples of his muscles.
His chest hair in matching red covers a lengthy scar that starts at the top of his chest and spans down the length of his sternum. I know his chest has been cracked open, but no questions right now. I raise my hands to his chest, hovering over the scar, and search his eyes. He nods, giving me permission to touch, so I trace the scar from top to bottom. And in a move I have no idea where it came from, I dip my head to lick the length of it. His grip tightens a bit around my shoulders, but he doesn’t push me away.
I reach to touch the muscles of his six-pack, and he stills but lets me explore where I want. I follow the trail of my hands with my mouth as I kiss and lick the granite muscles leading up to his scar. When I get to it, I lick it all the way to its start. I find his neck and nibble at it while my hands work his jeans open.
Underneath, I find boxer briefs with that mushroom tip poking out of the waistband. I lift the glistening droplet of his precum with my index finger and bring it to my mouth. I look him in the eye as I lick my finger and revel in the taste of him. The saltiness of it sends a shiver down my spine my eyes close with pleasure. I open them again to find a stunned Rory gaping at me. He shakes his head to snap out of it and hurries out of his underwear.
His cock springs forward, and my eyes widen. I gulp. I’m not sure I’ll be able to fit him in. His length is intimidating, but my mouth waters all the same. “It’s so . . .” I trail off.
“So what?” he asks.
“So pink.”
He smiles sexily and peels off my leggings and underwear next, then steps back to ogle me as I had him. Fair is fair. His jaw tightens, and his Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows hard. With that look of hunger on his face, I’m not the slightest bit self-conscious. Being naked in front of Rory is nothing but freedom and delight.
