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"Wasn't talking about me, princess." His eyes meet mine as he ascends the stairs, moving stiffly…as if he has trouble with his leg. If carrying me bothers him, though, he doesn't show it. He barely seems to notice my weight at all. He's powerful and confident. "I see the way people look at me."
"I'm not them, Kaiden. I'm not looking at your scar when I look at you, okay?"
"Yeah? What are you looking at?"
"You," I say simply. "I'm looking at you, Kaiden Huxley."
He shakes his head. "I'm not nearly good enough to kiss your feet, let alone lick that perfect little cunt, princess. But so long as you aren't telling me no, I'm not questioning my luck."
"Good because I'm not telling you no. We'll work on the rest of it later." My teeth sink into my bottom lip as a thought occurs.One I should probably tell him now before he finds out on his own. "Um, just so you know…I've never done this before."
"Done what?"
"This." My cheeks heat with embarrassment. "I'm, um…well, what I'm trying to say…."
"You trying to tell me you're a virgin, Laura?"
"Yes," I whisper.
He graces me with one of those rare smiles. His hand drifts down the side of my face. "Believe me; I'm well aware."
"Really? Wait. How?"
He chuckles, carrying me into my room. And then he pauses and glances around.
"Nice," he murmurs.
"Thanks." I smile, glad he approves. My room is my sanctuary. It was designed for comfort and relaxation. The gray and black walls make it feel a little like a giant cave with plants and flowers trailing from hangers in the corners. When the curtains are open, natural light pours in from the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the valley on the far side of the room. The gold furniture and purple bedding add pops of color. Lighting hangs from invisible wires, seeming to float suspended in midair.
"I could taste it on you."
"What?"
"Your virginity." He strides toward the bed, stopping at the foot. He dips his head to look at me again, his eyes dark. His lips trail down the side of my face and then brush across mine. "Tastes like it'll belong to me soon, princess."
I groan as my stomach turns a flip, heat flooding my system all over again.
He sets me on my feet in front of him, keeping me anchored to his body with one hand on my hip. His mouth touches mineagain in a soft kiss. And then he dips his head, kissing along my cleavage. I throw my head back, moaning his name.
I moan it louder when he tugs my dress down to pull one hard nipple into the hot cavern of his mouth. God, his mouth is delightful. And sinful. He's very good with it. Too good, perhaps. My legs tremble, my knees threatening to give out as he licks and bites my nipples, driving me crazy all over again.
I'm a stuttering, sweaty mess. And he's still fully dressed. That doesn't seem entirely fair to me. I want to see him too,touchhim too. I reach for him, working through the buttons on his shirt with thick, uncooperative fingers.
He stops long enough to help me strip it from him.
I was wrong. So wrong. He isn't the sexiest man I've ever seen. He's the sexiest man, period. His body is incredible. He isn't ripped. It's obvious he doesn't spend hours at the gym or working with a personal trainer. He's thick and solid everywhere, firm and unyielding. And that is so damn sexy to me. God, he's beautiful, like a massive, wild bear.
The scar across his face isn't the only one. Everywhere I look, I find another etched into his skin. Like the one across his cheek, they're puckered and mottled, as if something rent his flesh and then consumed it in fire to seal the wound.
The surgical scar down his sternum is so old it's silver.
"You had heart surgery," I whisper, placing my hand over it.
"When I was a kid."
"Are you…?"
"I've fine, princess," he rumbles. "I was sick for a few years, but that was a long time ago."
