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“There’s nothing perfect about me,” I cried, my chest heaving with sobs. His arms only tightened their possessive hold.
“I was framed for dealing drugs at a club by my foster brother,” he whispered near my ear, and a new pain sliced at my broken heart—pain for him. “Gray changed our plan at the last minute to get home to his pregnant girlfriend faster, and I fell hook, line, and sinker because I trusted him. I vowed never to trust anyone again after that day.”
Taking a slow deep breath, I slowed my racing heart and listened to his confession.
“Then, you wrote me a fucking letter, and that all went to hell because I can’t deny you anything. My biggest secret is of being betrayed by the man I called my brother, not because I want to hide it from you, but because I am ashamed.” He pulled away from me, the security of his touch no longer wrapped around me.
I looked at him through blurry eyes. Waiting for him to yell, like my parents had, like my school therapist had, like everyone had.
Instead, he cradled my face in his big hands, his fingers sinking into my hair, thumbs swiping at the hot tears rolling down my cheeks.
This man always surprised me.
“I don’t want you to be ashamed. I don’t want you to hide. I want you to live, Harley. I want you to eat whatever the fuck you want. I need you to love your body because if you don’t, I’m going to lose you. I thought prison was my hell, but a life without you in it is not worth living. I need you to learn to love this beautiful body.”
He pressed the softest kiss to my cheek, and the noise that tore from my throat was raw and broken. “Please don’t cry, little bird. Please, baby, I can’t fucking breathe when you cry.”
I wanted to stop. I hated being so weak, but his words were my undoing. He was my biggest weakness. I wanted to be perfect for him.
“Your eyes bring me peace.” He leaned forward and kissed my eyelids before leaning back, his artic eyes roaming over my body.
“What are you doing, East?” I whispered.
“Showing you everything I love about your body.” I hiccupped on a cry, butterflies erupting from their dormant cocoons in my stomach and wreaking havoc.
Picking up my hands, he kissed each fingertip. “These fingers shared the secrets of your heart long before I knew it was meant to be mine. They made me fall in love with you with each perfectly written word.”
Kissing a trail of heat up my one forearm to my shoulder, he did the same to the other, a wicked grin tugging at his ruggedly, beautiful face. “Arms that wrap around me while I’m making love to you, pulling our bodies impossibly closer together.”
“You don’t have to do this,” I whispered as he lowered himself to my flat stomach and pressed a soft kiss through the thin material of my dress. I moaned.
“A perfect stomach to one day grow our babies.” Heat crawled up my neck and into my cheeks at his comment, but he didn’t deter from his mission.
He picked up my one foot and gently took off the heel, then repeated the same to the other. Massaging the soles of my feet, he grinned. “Beautiful toes that curl with each orgasm I give you. Two perfect feet that brought you to The Rose to meet me.”
“Easton, really, I get it.” I squirmed uncomfortably, but he shook his head.
“I am not done, Harley.” He kissed a trail up my calves, and goosebumps skated up my spine. Heat pooled in my belly at the simple action. “Gorgeous legs made to wrap around my waist when I’m deep inside of you.”
His lips moved against the soft skin of my thigh, and his head peaked under my short dress. I sighed in relief when his lips skimmed over my quivering heat. “I don’t think I need to remind you of this beautiful pussy that weeps for me, how it sucks the cum from my cock. Do I, Harley?” he teased, his hot breath blowing against my hot center.
“Remind me, East,” I whimper.
“You need me to remind you how perfect your pussy is, Harley?” he growled, and I unashamedly pushed my heat into his mouth, wishing I had listened to Kennedy and skipped underwear tonight.
His lips were perfectly soft and just a tease of what I could have before he pulled away. His eyes were bright with desire for me. Crawling over me, he stopped just in front of my face and kissed my lips like I was made of porcelain.
“Most importantly, my perfect little bird, you have these fucking lips. They bring me to my knees with the smallest smile and suck my soul right out of my body with one kiss. I don’t care what you look like; I don’t care if you are thin, fat, or in between. All I care is that you are here with me, that every night your warm body is curled around mine. I can’t lose you to this disease. I won’t survive.” He gripped my chin and forced our eyes to lock, his brows furrowed in determination. “Do you understand me?”
I want to tell him I understood, but I’d be lying. I didn’t understand how his love for a body I hated was infinite. What happened when I put on the extra weight? Would he love me then? Would he have still brought me home that night?
“You’re thinking too much. Don’t you understand, Harley? I’m not in love with your body.” He pauses, and my heart stilled with his words. “I’m in love with your soul, baby. Your body is just a vessel. We won’t take it with us when we leave.”
“I hate my body,” I cried, finally saying my truth out loud for the first time.
“Let me teach you how to love it, Harley. Don’t run from me, from the future we are going to have. Please, little bird, let me teach you how to fly.” We were still on the floor of his entrance, my back pressed into the floor as he hovered over me, waiting.
“Teach me, Easton,” I finally whispered, tears slipping down my cheeks. “I want to soar.” With a grin as wicked as the gleam in his desire-filled eyes, he easily lifted me into his arms and took me to his bedroom, where he showed me all night long just how much he loved my body.
