Nowhere to Hide(103)

“Yes, I trust you, Cav…”

He placed his hand over the towel. “Open your eyes.” and he watched her lashes flutter, revealing her soft gray eyes to him. “I want you to watch my face, all right?” Cav knew he was asking for the ultimate gift from Lia, but she had to realize that the scar she thought was the worst wasn’t. And the only way she could believe it was to watch his expression.

He felt a shift within her. Saw her gray gaze turn softer, saw the love in them as he waited for her permission. Never had Cav loved her more than in this moment, the silence thick around them. He saw her give a slight tip of her head, her gaze clinging to his.

He opened the towel, pulling it aside. He did the same with the other end of it, fully exposing her abdomen. His palm was so wide that he actually laid it on the curls of her mound. There was the scent of her sweet body rising into his nostrils, the fragrance of her sex scent that powered through his lower body, thickening his erection that pressed heavily against the zipper of his jeans.

Cav pushed all of that away, keeping her gaze as he slowly lifted his hand away, fully exposing the pinkish scar. It was almost four inches in length, just below her belly button. And he’d been right: it looked like all the rest.

Leaning over, he cupped the sides of her belly with his hands, pressing a kiss at the top of the scar, licking it and then kissing it. He heard Lia’s sudden gasp, then felt her whole body tremble, and it wasn’t from fear. He continued to lick and then kiss the entire length of the scar, feeling her sink into the delicious sensations his tongue and lips were creating.

Cav wanted her to realize that she was so beautiful to him. He could love what she considered the most ugly part of her body—because it was a part of her.

Gasping, she abandoned her tension, her fears, and instead released a deep cry of pleasure. When he looked up at her through his lashes, he saw Lia’s head flung back, giving herself to the passions he was stirring in her.

And then, he felt her surrender utterly to him in every way. He was still dressed and she was nearly naked on the bed, writhing between his hands, those wonderful, low sounds in her throat telling Cav everything he ever wanted to know.

He moved his lips above her scar, continuing that slow line of licks and kisses up the center of her body. Her hand released the top of the towel and he felt feral pleasure as she pulled it aside, exposing her small, perfect breasts for him. Even better, those pink nipples were hard little points that invited him to lick them, and he allowed his lust to flow like molten fire through him.

Lifting his head, he looked into her half-closed eyes and said, more deeply aroused than ever before, “I need you, Lia.”

“Don’t stop,” she whispered, lifting her hands, sliding them around his face. “Don’t ever stop, Cav. I need you, too.”

He captured one of her hands, kissing the palm, heard her swift intake of breath as he moved his tongue into the center of it and then kissed it afterward. He wasn’t going to mention the scar unless she brought up. Gauging from the look over her smoldering gray eyes, she yearned for more of what he was sharing with her, Cav said, “I need to get undressed. Are you protected, Lia? I’m completely healthy.”

“I’m just over my period by four days. And I’m clean, too.”

He grimaced. “I don’t have any condoms on me.” He saw her give him a tender look.

“That’s nice to hear. Don’t worry, I’m fine without one.”

So was he. “Stay where you are,” he commanded gruffly, standing.

Lia lay back, enjoying watching Cav undress. His movements were always spare, his muscles lean, tight and ropy. Watching him pull the polo shirt over his head, she appreciated the dusting of dark hair across his massive chest, and how the clean lines of his collarbones exposed his broad shoulders.

But her whole body went on red-hot alert when he quickly climbed out of his boots, jeans and boxer shorts. A pleasant kind of shock, a yearning, filled her as she saw the length and hardness of his erection.

She felt her juices flowing with just the thought of him inside her, filling her, giving her excruciating pleasure. And Lia knew Cav would do all of this because he was a tender, considerate lover, unlike any she had ever known.

As he came and leaned over her, helping to remove the towel from beneath her, she felt her thighs becoming damp, imagining him filling her with his power, his masculinity, his care and love. As she shifted and got to her knees in the center of the bed, holding his narrowed green and gold gaze, she smiled up at him.

Cav came and sat on the edge of the bed. Lia slid her arms around his shoulders, drawing near, her nipples brushing his chest, making him tense. Her scent filled his flaring nostrils and he smelled her sex fully this time, his hands moving to her hips, sliding down her thighs, his fingers brushing around their curves, meeting her juices flowing down them. His erection throbbed.