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Pierce woketo the feel of Rhiannon’s fingertips tracing patterns on his chest, feather-light caresses that sent shivers racing over his skin.
“Good morning,” she whispered.
He hummed back, not wanting to take his arms from around her to sign. Instead, he pulled her closer, loving the way she fit against him. She was warm and soft, and he wanted to stay right there in that moment with her for the rest of his life.
Slowly, almost hesitantly, her hand drifted to his neck, hovering over the jagged scars. “Can I…?”
He tensed, an instinctive reaction, but forced himself to relax and nod. When her fingers brushed ever so gently against the marred skin, he squeezed his eyes shut. He couldn’t watch her expression, couldn’t bear the pity he might see there.
She shifted beside him, propping herself up to get a better look. Her touch was reverent as she explored the raised lines and valleys that marked his throat, but still, he didn’t dare look at her. He swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing beneath her fingertips. He’d never allowed anyone this close, never let them see the vulnerability etched into his skin. He’d always worn scarves or high collars to shield himself from judgment orrevulsion, but Rhiannon didn’t flinch or look away. Instead, she leaned in, pressing her lips to the raised tissue with a sweet awe that stole his breath away.
She wasn’t disgusted by the imperfections.
She wasn’t disgusted byhim.
“Does it hurt?” she asked, her breath warm against his skin.
He shook his head, but the truth was more complicated than that. The scars were a reminder of everything he’d done wrong in his life. So, yeah, they hurt. Every time he looked in the mirror, he saw a failure staring back at him. A coward. A man who had made all the wrong choices. Every time he saw the scars, he was reminded of the chaos and destruction he’d helped bring into the world.
But, somehow, her touch eased that pain.
He finally opened his eyes to find her gazing at him with a look of such open adoration that it made his chest ache.
“You’re beautiful, Pierce.”
His hands trembled as he reached for her and pulled her down until their foreheads touched. He wanted to tell her how much she meant to him, how she’d awakened parts of him he thought long dead. But the words caught in his scarred throat, trapped behind lips that couldn’t give them voice.
Instead, he poured everything he felt into his kiss, deep and passionate, hoping she could taste the emotions he couldn’t speak.
As the kiss deepened, he rolled them over, pinning her beneath him. Rhiannon responded instantly, opening her legs to cradle his hips as she twined her fingers in his hair.
He broke away, drinking in the sight of her flushed cheeks and swollen lips as he signed,“I want you.”
She gave a smile that was equal parts sweet and seductive. It sent a bolt of lust straight down to his cock.
”I’m yours. Show me how you want me, Pierce.“
God, did she have any idea what she did to him?
His lips crashed down on hers again, hungry and demanding. He took his time exploring her body, mapping every curve and plane with his mouth and hands. When his lips closed around her breast, Rhiannon gasped, her fingers tightening in his hair. He lavished attention on each sensitive peak and loved the way she writhed beneath him, loved the way her voice went all soft and needy when she said his name.
“Pierce…”
He shifted off her and slid his hand over her belly, tracing the curve of her hip before dipping between her thighs. Her breath hitched as he stroked her, her hips rising to meet his touch, and he watched her face intently, memorizing every flutter of her eyelashes, every parting of her lips, every gasp, groan, and moan she made.
She was wrong.Shewas the beautiful one here.
He looked down as her legs dropped open and groaned softly. She was all pink and wet and freshly bare. He’d been in such a desperate hurry to have her last night that he hadn’t noticed she must have shavedeverythingwhile in the shower.
He slipped a finger between her slick folds and asked with his free hand,“Did you do this for me?”
A flush worked its way up from her perfect breasts to fill her cheeks. “Do you like it?”
He fucking loved it and slid down her body to show her just how much he loved it with his mouth and tongue.
She bowed off the bed with a loud, throaty moan.
That’s it,he thought.Let go for me, beautiful.
