Scarred(9)

 

“You’re the one rescuing me.” It was true. He made me feel alive and wanted.

 

“I want to make love to you,” he admitted with a hungry look in his eyes.

 

“Right now?” I asked wide-eyed and nervously excited.

 

“Hell, two days ago, but after we take that fluffy troublemaker out.”

 

I just nodded then took a drink of my water.

 

Once we finished with dinner, he sent me to my bedroom to fetch some clothes and necessities because he planned to make me his in his bed. It took me a whole hour, but when I came out of the room with everything packed for Bruno and me, I saw our meal and all the dishes cleaned up.

 

“Wow, you cleaned up? You didn’t have to.” My place was cleaner than when I did it. I couldn’t believe how amazing he was. If he kept this up, he was in serious trouble.

 

“Actually, I did. I want you to leave with me right now. We can’t leave the place a mess because I don’t think I have any plans to let you go.”

 

“Is that so?” I didn’t believe him. What if he saw my scars and ran? He may have his own, but he was used to them. I was sure he’d slept with plenty of flawless women. Trying not to be jealous was impossible, but there was nothing for it; I was. I hid my fear of not being enough when he walked up to me kissing me hard. Taking my things like they weighed nothing, he tugged me out of the apartment.

 

My condo was lovely, but his was ten times more lavish and almost ten times larger. We walked into his place and I couldn’t believe how spectacular it was. The open floor plan worked to emphasize the beauty of all the décor. No offense to him, but this had a woman’s touch. “Did an ex decorate the place?”

 

“No, I hired a decorator to pimp out the place. I saw some of the décor in movies and asked the designer to make it happen.” He smiled and wrapped his arm around me while placing kisses on my neck.

 

“I like it,” I said honestly.

 

I could feel his smile on my shoulder. “Good, I’m glad, but if there’s anything you don’t like, you can change it.”

 

“Oh, no. This is your place. I couldn’t—especially if we broke up,” I exclaimed, tilting my head to look at him.

 

He gave me a peck on my lips and chuckled. “You’re cute. I keep telling you that I have no intention of letting you go, but you don’t seem to get it.”

 

“You haven’t seen me naked. I’m sure that you’ve had beauties in your bed. I’m not one of them,” I said throwing my cards out on the table.

 

“You’re not beautiful? Now, I sincerely beg to differ.” I watched as he started undoing his shirt buttons then pulled the shirt from his pants. Taking it off completely along with his undershirt, he stood there for me to see his chest. “This is me. I can’t show you the rest until I get you naked and have my dessert, but you see these scars. Do they turn you off?”

 

“No, not at all.” I was mesmerized actually. I wanted to lick his chest and rub it until I melted with all his sexiness.

 

“But you think yours would bother me. Why? I’m covered in scars.” He shrugged at me.

 

“Because you’ve been with so many women. And well…I’ve never done this before.” I let the cat out of the bag. I was shocked and nervous hoping that he would say something, but it took him a moment to gather his thoughts. So taken with his naked torso, I pressed my hand to his chest touching his scars, wanting to kiss each one of them.

 

“Listen to me and listen well. You think you’re the only one who’s nervous? Well, you’re wrong. I hated my scars until you told me that they didn’t bother you. No matter what anyone said, all I saw was a beast in the mirror. With your hands on them caressing me with such gentle tenderness, you make me feel like they don’t matter anymore.”

 

“They don’t,” I replied looking into his soul-penetrating eyes.

 

“I wasn’t done, my heart. I’m in the same boat as you. I’ve never done this either. No woman has ever been in my bed. Well, except you the last two days. I dreamed of you lying in bed taking me over and over again.”

 

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Could he be saying what I thought he was? “Are you telling me you’re a virgin?”

 

“Yes, I am. I was too young to date before the accident. Afterwards, I never let a woman in. I felt terrible about my wounds. Strange looks and cruel comments can destroy a young man. Now, I can’t say I didn’t have urges, I was still a growing boy, but I handled those needs.” He eyed my body focusing on the wet heat hidden from his view through a pair of jeans. With a raised brow he asked, “Have you ever handled your needs?”