“You scare me too.”
His lips come crashing down on mine and I immediately lace my fingers through his hair, taking hungrily from him and giving as good as I’m getting. My lips part, giving him access, and he does the same. Our tongues blend together in a back and forth slip against one another. We taste and explore one another unrushed. Zander’s arm slides beneath me and hauls me up the bed without breaking our kiss. The palm of one of my hands brushes against the light stubble on his cheek. My legs tighten around his waist, drawing him closer, and Zander lets out a groan from deep in his throat. His hips thrust forward, meeting mine. A growing ache at my center has me undulating my hips against the bulge in Zander’s jeans. Zander breaks our kiss and goes to work at my neck. He kisses and nips his way down then back up my neck on both sides, feeding my need to release. My heart hammers away in my chest. My cheeks are burning red and the pulsing at my center is near unbearable. God, I want him.
“Please,” I whisper pleadingly.
He draws back looking me in the eyes. “Sadie—Sadie, are you sure?”
“Yes. Please. Please,” I beg, not lacking urgency in my voice.
Zander sits up on his knees and reaches back, ready to tug his shirt over his shoulders.
“No!” I say far too loudly for this intimate moment of panting, heavy breathing and intermittent moans from both of us. “I-I—”
“Okay. It’s okay.” He nods, leaving his shirt in place, understanding that I can’t face the scar I know he bears. He stands up from the bed and unbuttons his jeans, kicking them off easily once the button and zipper are both undone. His pulsing cock strains against his boxer briefs and the sight of him sends the fluttering in my stomach into overdrive.
I writhe in place on his mattress, drinking in the sight of him. I grab the hem of my dress and pull it over my head in one easy movement. His eyes rake over my body and I watch as he bites his bottom lip in appreciation. It makes me feel bolder. Stronger. More confident in my womanhood. Zander gets back on the bed and lifts one of my feet. His lips are soft and warm against the instep of my right foot. I shudder in delight at the feel of him. He deposits another soft kiss at my ankle. Another at my shin. His fingers carefully, gently hook behind my knee, drawing my leg up to him. He drops another sweet kiss at the inside of my knee. It’s enough to make me want to cry. I’m so desperate to have him fill me. His eyes meet mine for just a moment, seeking permission, and I give a small smile as my go-ahead. The sole of my foot is planted on the bed. Zander is on both knees between my legs, his palm is warm against the inside of my knee. He runs it down agonizingly slowly all the way to the top of my thigh.
“Dammit, Sadie. You’re incredible. So perfect.” He rains down his compliments and I drink them up as he goes. His hand reaches around to my back to unclasp my bra. The lacey material falls away and I am on display for him. He brings his hands to my breasts, kneading each one. His eyes catch sight of my scar and I feel nervous all of a sudden. My shoulders tense a little and he picks up on it immediately. Zander gently leans me back, his mouth going to one nipple. He sucks and licks and kisses at it, then shows equal amounts of attention to the other breast. His hot, wet kisses trail down my sternum until he edges over to reach my scar. Zander’s lips cover the disfigured flesh. He drops three soft kisses there, then rubs the pad of his thumb over the area. “Don’t hide from me,” he whispers. “You’re perfect.”
Tears threaten to pool in my eyes but Zander’s touch quickly shuts down any emotion. The backs of his fingers drift over my scorching hot arousal and a needy whimper blurts out.
“I’m gettin’ there, baby,” he answers my plea. His fingers slip beneath the cloth of my soaked panties.
A sharp intake of breath is all I hear. My eyes squeeze shut. My hips rock forward, begging for more contact. More friction. More Zander. The pad of one finger traces the slick line of my seam, smoothing my arousal from front to back. A demanding moan escapes when his finger goes to my clit and he spends a moment there, showing more attention to the most sensitive part of me.
“Please,” I blurt out. I watch as he moves fast, kicking off his boxer briefs, liberating his erection. It bobs heavily between my knees and I look up at Zander almost in disbelief. He’s perfect. His skin is light pink. Veins and ridges traverse the thick length of him. His skin is stretched tight, creating a glossy shine. Root to bell-shaped swollen tip, he’s flawless.
The palms of both of his big hands slide up the outside of my legs to my hips. He grips my panties and tugs them. I lift my ass enough for him to pull them down. He tosses them aside, never letting his eyes leave mine.
Concern etches across his face and I realize why.