Page 89 of Heart Breaker

She slowly nods with wet eyes. “You don’t have to, but… it’s okay.”

Frowning, my thumb brushes over the thickest part of her scar. “I like touching you, Lottie. I want to touch you everywhere. I always want to.”

She nods. “Okay.”

Her palm latches onto the nape of my neck, murmuring my name like a song. “Wes…”

I know that she sees her scar as something that needs to be hidden. But she’s wrong. I look at it and see proof that she’s the strongest person I know. Proof that she survived. But one conversation isn’t going to undo years of believing otherwise so I’m not going to try to convince her of that tonight.

I move my attention to her pretty little tits, my thumb gently circling the pale pink skin around her nipple. Now that I’ve seen her breasts, I can’t get enough. I’m captivated by them. I suck one stiff peak into my mouth and her back bows off the bed. She’s beautiful like this for me. The fact that she trusts me enough to put my mouth on her body still doesn’t feel real.

“Wes.” Her fingers grip the short strands of my hair. “No one has ever touched me there.”

I go still for a second, letting that sink in. She’s trusting me with a part of herself she’s kept guarded from everyone else. And fuck, it’s a privilege I don’t take lightly.

I comb my fingers through her hair, kissing her over and over. There’s nothing rushed about this. Every touch is gentle. Every kiss deliberate.

My dick twitches between us, seeing her kiss-bitten skin, knowing I’ve come inside her. I can’t believe I’m already ready to go another round. How will I ever live without this girl? I’ve already lost so fucking much, I don’t know how to lose one more thing.

Lottie has trusted me with the parts of herself she’s spent years trying to hide. I only hope I can make her feel even a fraction as safe as she makes me feel.

Carefully, I guide her onto her side, my movements slow and unhurried as I lift her leg and slide my already hard cock into her from behind. I lower my mouth to her shoulder, planting lingering, wet kisses to her skin.

We both come again minutes later.

THIRTY-THREE

Lottie

The mountain sunshine spills through the gap in the curtains.

I shift in bed, turning to see Wes beside me, his arm draped lazily across my waist, his slow, steady breathing brushing my shoulder. Last night, we’d abandoned the invisible line we’d been pretending existed between us and now there isn’t an inch of space separating our bodies. I don’t think either of us minds.

I carefully turn in his arms, trying not to wake him. A smile tugs at my lips before I can stop it. “You’re awake.”

His voice is rough with sleep. “So are you.”

“Barely.” I roll onto my back and he follows me, propping himself up on one elbow. His hair sticks up in every direction, his eyes still heavy with sleep. His gaze finds mine. “I like this so much better.” He nods at the bed. “The two of us together in one bed. I don’t know what we were thinking with the whole separate rooms thing.”

I laugh quietly. “We were trying to stick to the arrangement.”

“Let’s not do that anymore.”

The words are light, almost teasing, but they settle deep inside me because I don’t want to do it anymore either.

I pull the duvet a little higher as I glance down at myself, remembering that I’m completely naked. Last night, Wes looked at my scar with such tenderness that it stole every bit of fear and embarrassment I’ve been carrying around for years. He never flinched or pitied me or looked at me like I was broken. He looked at me as though that scar was just another part of my story.

My chest tightens.

I know without a doubt, I will never look at my body the same way again. Wes has forever changed that.

I roll over, and Wes opens his arms without a word, inviting me into the space against his chest. I settle there, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath my ear, my fingertips wandering absentmindedly across the soft happy trail on his stomach. He combs his fingers through my hair.

“Will you tell me about it?” he asks. “About what happened?”

I swallow. It’s been a long time since I’ve talked about it, but I realize I want to. Wes has shared so much of his life with me, and I know it wasn’t easy for him. I want to open up to him too.

“I’ve never really liked talking about it,” I admit.