Broken Wings (A Romantic Suspense)(36)

I whimper.

“No, no, no, its fine,” he says, touching my shoulders.

I can feel him looking at me. At the scars. I should have told him.

It’s not just my face.

There’s a long gash across my body that starts at my collarbone and runs diagonally, left to right, across my chest. It missed my breast, but not exactly; my left breast has a kind of crease, and it’s crooked. There’s no other word to describe it. There are more burns on my left side, and of course the scar on my right leg where they removed skin to graft to my face.

He slips his arms around me and pulls me to him. When his hand slides down my back I can feel him tracing the scars there.

“God,” he murmurs. “I’m so sorry this happened to you.”

Hesitantly I put my arms around him.

“I’m disgusting.”

“You’re not.”

“I am.”

Gently he lets go but grabs my shoulders when I start to pull away.

“Hold still.”

My heart pounds as I stand naked in front of him. He pulls off the old sweatshirt and unbuttons his shirt, slips out of it, and tosses it on the floor. I suck in a breath at the sight of him. I can’t help it, I touch the muscles on his chest, feel them flex as he moves.

He steps closer to me and leans against me as he undoes his pants and shoves them down, then wriggles out of his shorts.

Holy shit, he’s naked, too.

He puts his hands on my sides, under my arms. I keep my eye locked on his face, trembling. His hands glide up and down, sending shivers through my body from something halfway between a soft caress and a light tickle. He never looks away from me, even as he leans in to kiss me.

I pull back a little out of instinct but he closes the distance. When he pulls me to him I squeak in alarm and break the kiss. I finally look down.

His cock is so hard it’s almost standing straight up, thick and veiny. I can’t find any words. My throat goes dry. I’ve never seen one in person before. My breath comes in sharp gasps. Jack smiles, proud of himself, and gives me a look that excites something deep inside, like a spark that lights a fire in a dark cave.

I wrap my good hand around it and my heart flutters. It’s huge. I can’t even hold it in my grip and touch my fingers together. Hot, too, very hot, hard as steel and soft at the same time.

He’s going to put this inside me. Everything feels unreal. I didn’t realize I was moving. I feel like I’m gliding toward the bed. My thighs back into it and I fall with a squeak, my ass bouncing when I land. I end up sitting there, staring straight at his dick.

He starts to push me down but I push back, grab his shaft in both hands, and kiss it. It’s too damn big to get my mouth around, so I use my tongue and lips. This close, the scent of Jack fills my nostrils like breathing smoke from a furnace, and the way he shudders when I touch him tightens my stomach.

Embarrassment, fear, and wonder swirl all together. He slips his fingers in my hair and toys with it. His cock is glistening and sticky with my spit as I stroke it. Somehow it gets even harder.

“Lay back, honey.”

I swing my legs up onto the bed and fall back into the pillows. Oh my God, is he going to do it now? I don’t know if I’m ready.

“Shh, it’s okay.”

“Jack, this is my first time.”

“I know.”

He lies on top of me. I expect him to thrust inside me and tense up, but he doesn’t, not yet. He uses his arms to hold up his weight. It feels weird; my nipples are tight points, and I can feel his chest hair scratching them. I lie still with my hands at my sides, utterly unable to figure out what to do next.

“I’m cold,” I blurt out.

“Hold on.”

He gets up, walks over to the heater under the window, and turns it up. As he walks I watch his cock bobbing. I can’t take my eye off it, but I can’t stop looking at the rest of him, either. He’s like a statue, beautiful. I want to run my hands all over him, and my mouth. I want to taste and feel him. As much as it makes me nervous, I want him inside me. I feel a hollow ache between my legs and my heart speeds up as he draws closer.

“I’ll keep you warm.”

His heavy, warm body presses me down again, and he kisses me.

“Are you okay? I’m not hurting you?”

“No,” I murmur, and kiss him back, hard.

Deep.

I use my hands. Jack glances at the useless claw that is my left hand and takes my wrist. He kisses my fingers.

“I told you before,” I whisper. “If you’re going to do that, do it where I can feel it.”

“Like here?” he says, and kisses my throat.

I slip my arms around him and pull him against me. His kisses grow more aggressive, wetter, his tongue dragging over my skin. His lips are so hot, and his breath tickles my skin. It’s overwhelming, so much sensation. I can barely stand it but I never want it to stop. It takes me a moment to realize he’s moving lower. My body is throbbing, hungry for him. I slip my arm under him and grasp his cock, and he pulls my hand away and pins it to the bed. I keep the other pressed into his back as he works his way down my chest. The anticipation makes me squirm and a little moan bubbles out of my throat as his mouth moves over my breast, hinting at touching my nipple before he moves away again.

“Don’t stop,” I plead.