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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."
"I'm sorry." I lean forward, pressing my lips to the scar, and then brush my fingertips across the mass of scar tissue beneath his ribcage. It looks as if someone poured acid directly onto his flesh. "It wasn't a stunt gone wrong, was it?" I ask, tracing the area with trembling fingers.
"No," he says after a moment.
I want to ask for more, but I don't. We have plenty of time to learn everything there is to know about each other later because I'm not letting this man go. I've already decided that I'm keeping him. I lean forward and place my lips against his scar. "Thank you," I whisper.
"For what?"
"For trusting me."
"Jesus," he rumbles, pulling me back into his arms. His mouth comes down on mine. This time, his kiss is tinged with softness, a sweetness that has emotion welling in my chest. I'm falling in love with this beautiful, complicated man. It shouldn't be possible…and yet it's happening anyway.
We undress each other slowly, neither speaking as we kiss and touch, learning each other. He's every bit as big and hard as I suspected. My core clenches at the thought of feeling him inside me. I want it more than I want my next breath. I want him more than I think I've ever wanted anything.
"Goddamn," he hisses, bucking his hips into my hand when I wrap my fingers around his shaft, stroking him. He shoves his hand between my legs in response, playing with me.
We work together, driving each other crazy. I've never touched anyone like this, but all I have to do is watch his face to know what he likes. When I squeeze, he growls. When I trail my fingers over his balls, he curses.
He loses it completely when I lean down and lick the head of his cock. I barely have my lips wrapped around him before I'm flying through the air. I land on the bed with one very turned-on man looming over me.
"We agreed that you were going to behave," he growls, shoving my legs apart.
"No, you agreed," I say sweetly, smiling up at him. "I did no such thing."
He growls at me again, leaning down over me. "I'm not coming down your pretty throat, Laura. The first part of you wrapped around my cock will be that cunt. Once you're dripping my cum, then you can suck me off."
"Yes," I moan.
"Wrap those sexy thighs around my waist, princess."
I scramble to obey, moaning when his erection bounces against my clit.
"You like that?" He grips his erection in one meaty fist and smacks it against my clit again. When I moan a second time, he does it again, a little harder this time. "Fuck, of course, you like it. You were made for me, weren't you?"
"Yes."
He kisses me, hot and wet. "This will be fast, princess," he whispers apologetically. "I'm fucking dying here."
"Then get in me already, Kaiden," I demand, writhing beneath him. "I need you."
"It's going to hurt, baby."
"I'm trying not to think about that part."
He makes a miserable, wounded sound. And then I feel his erection at my entrance. Our eyes lock. I stare into forever as he pushes forward, his bottom lip caught between his teeth. The look in his eyes…God, if I live to be one hundred, I'll never forget it. There's so much hope there, so much softness. He looks at me as if I'm a miracle, something he can't live without.
"Laura," he whispers. "Princess."
"Kaiden," I whimper, my eyes tearing up as the stretch starts to burn. He's so big. How is it possible to feel this perfect and hurt like this at the same damn time? I grip his hands tightly as the burn intensifies.
"Breathe, princess."
I inhale a breath…and exhale it on a strangled cry as a flash of pain lances through me. It's over before it even begins, but Kaiden bellows like a wounded bear, regret filling his eyes.
