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“But the main problem now is heat loss. I can’t sweat anymore on my back so I overheat and get cold really quickly these days. That’s what happened the night of the grassfire. I overheated in the uniform being on fire front.”
I inhaled another deep breath. I’d told my final confession to the handsome stranger from the racetrack.
And now, what was his verdict?
Harry slowly traced his fingertips down my shoulder blades, pausing at each rib and followed the creases and lines of my tortured skin.
My eyes fluttered shut. His touch was so light, like a caress. His body radiated heat and I longed to press myself against him.
“Your scars don’t scare me, Stacey.”
His hands settled on my hips, and then pressed his lips against my neck.
A small cry left my lips. A sole tear rolled down my cheek.
Harry kept pressing featherlight kisses down my spine and my ribs. My body trembling as his talented fingers stroked my skin.
“Being away from you was torture,” he said against my lower back.
“I missed you.” My hand snaked behind me and seized his over my hip bone.
“Look at me,” Harry said in a low voice.
I slowly looked over my shoulder, afraid of what I might see. Where words fooled, eyes never lied. I was in the hands of hope now but I was ready to face the truth.
He cupped my jaw, holding me in place. His dark brown eyes were fierce and glassy; like he was holding back a storm.
“Your skin does not scare me, Anastasia. I’m here to stay.”
More tears flowed. Harry leant down and pressed his lips against mine. A chaste kiss, barely touching me, but it unleashed what I craved.
I entwined my right hand around his neck as he slid his hand over my stomach. I flicked my tongue across his lips, begging to be let in.
He opened up and our tongues were a tangle for control, and he won, our bodies flush against each other.
“Can you feel me, Anastasia?” Harry whispered against my lips, coming up for air.
He released my jaw and then slowly ground his erection against my butt.
“Your skin doesn’t scare me. At all.”
I sobbed. I had no more fear left.
Harry nuzzled my neck and then went lower, kissing my spine.
“Your scars do not scare me,” he repeated against the healed ridges. “I want my mouth all over your body. I want to know every inch of you.”
He gently lay his hands on my shoulders and gave me a gentle push. “Go to the bed, Anastasia.”
I did as he said.
“Lean down on the mattress. I want to see you.”
With my arms braced on the mattress, I did as he asked again, with my back completed exposed to him.
He groaned again as his hands roamed up my sides, and then he bent down and kissed my spine. “On your knees.”
I quickly got onto the bed, glancing over my shoulder. Harry took off his jacket and then paused, palming his hard cock through his pants, and then hesitated.
