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We crash through the bedroom door, my stomach swirling with anxiety and lust—a weirdass combination. Luke reaches up and does that crazy sexy thing where he uses one hand to pull his shirt over his head. I don’t know how guys do that. It’s witchcraft.
I run my hand over his chest, feeling how firm it is. I glance at his biceps, the ones that surrounded me last night, leaving me feeling safe and protected. But right now, the unease is settling in again.
Luke leans down and kisses me again, and I barely manage to move my lips. He immediately pulls back and looks at me.
“What’s wrong? We don’t have to do this tonight if you don’t want to.”
I shake my head. “No. It’s nothing.”
“Don’t lie to me,” he growls. “I don’t care what you said to Tad when you were upset. I want to know what you’re thinking and feeling. When I ask, you tell me.”
I look into his eyes and then down at my body. “I… it’s been a long time since I’ve been naked with someone.”
“Are you nervous?” he asks, eyes filled with concern.
“I don’t—I’m not—” I stammer. Then I feel tears threatening, and I’m determined not to start crying. This is supposed to be sexy and amazing.
“Baby, come here.” Luke leads me over to the bed and sits down with me. “Tell me. Whatever it is. I don’t care.”
I take a deep breath, forcing the emotion deep inside me. “I don’t always feel comfortable in my body. I know that doesn’t sound sexy, but it’s the truth. I don’t live in the same world you do, Luke. I think about my body a lot. I don’t fit the ‘normal’ standard, and in a world where everyone tells you how you should look and you don’t measure up to that… it’s hard. I’m not thin, and I don’t have a flat stomach—not even close. I have an insane scar from my C-sections, I—”
He leans in and kisses me hard. Then slowly, carefully, he pulls my shirt over my head, bringing his warm hand to my stomach. “Zoey, I know the world can be cruel about a lot of things. I can’t imagine what it’s like for you to feel uncomfortable in your own body, but I want you to know I’m going to do everything in my power to make sure you never feel that way with me. I love you. Every inch of you. Whatever size you are or will be, I don’t care. What I care about is who you are, how you look at me, the way you love me. I care that your beautiful body, whatever shape and size it is at a given moment, is all mine.Youare mine.Always. I don’t want you to worry about that.” He squeezes his hand around my hip. “Your body is breathtaking to me because it’s you. It tells me your story.”
I take a deep breath as he traces his fingers over my collarbone, giving me a chill. He buries his face in my neck and breathes, “I purposely take the mat behind yours in yoga, so I can stare at your ass all class.” He squeezes my waist, then rolls his fingers across my stomach. “I love your soft, round curves. I love when you wear tight shirts and I get a glimpse of the skin underneath.” His fingers graze along the edge of my bra. “And these tits, Zoey.” He gives one a squeeze, then leans down and licks along the curve of my breast.
I let out a shuddery breath as he lifts his head to look at me again.
“Your body is perfect.”
I roll my eyes at him, but he’s not having it. “Don’t roll those ocean-blues at me. I mean it. Did Tad make you feel bad about your body?”
I shrug one shoulder. “Sometimes. Not during sex, but at other times. I think he wanted me to be the girl I was in college. I didn’t eat enough. I was on a medication that made me sick. I hadn’t had kids.”
He drops hot kisses all over my neck and chest. “I’m sorry he treated you that way. In fact, I’d like to makehimsorry about it. But I can’t do that. Instead, I’m going to make sure you know how beautiful and incredible your body is. All of you is. I’m going to worship you, Zoey, in every way, as long as you let me.”
I can’t get out any words, but this time it’s because I’m so turned on.
“Mm.” I nod, tipping my head back so he has more access to my neck.
He pulls the skin of my neck between his teeth, before releasing it and sucking it into his mouth. I can feel the hickey form, but I don’t care. If he’s branding me as his, I’ll proudly wear it. His lips drop from my neck and he stands up and strips off his clothes.
My breath catches as I take him in. He is a sight to behold. Firm biceps and pecs, the faint outline of some abs, and one very hard—and not tattooed—muscle.
He turns back to me. With one hand, he undoes my bra, pulls it off, and drops it on the floor. Then he attacks my chest, sucking and biting at my nipples as my body trembles.
He undoes the button on my pants and pulls them off, followed by my socks, until I’m in nothing but the black lace panties I specifically chose for tonight, back when I was feeling feisty this morning. I start to feel empowered again. Strong. Sexy. I glance up at him and see him staring at me in awe.
“Fucking gorgeous,” he growls.
He moves me to the center of the bed then climbs on top of me, kissing all down my chest and stomach as he goes. Then he strokes one finger between my legs over the fabric of my panties.
He lets out a low moan. “So wet already.”
“For you.”
His mouth meets mine again, and then he quickly pulls away. I see the drops of pre-cum weeping from his throbbing cock. Without thinking, I sit up, then grab him by the hips and lean forward, swirling my tongue over his crown and tasting the salty liquid.
Oh.
