The Scarred One(28)

The ride up to his apartment was slow. He wanted to see Lydia to make sure everything was fine. Henry knew he should have stayed with her instead of going to the warehouse. He’d fucked up, and he wasn’t happy.

The elevator opened, and he walked to his room. Fitting the key into the lock, typing in the number, the door opened and he walked into the apartment. He placed the boxes on the floor then closed the door.

“Lydia, I’m back.”

He turned around and froze. She stood in a sheer white gown. No, there was no way white would reveal all that creamy flesh.

“Hey, Henry,” she said. Her hands were rested at her chest. The robe went down to the floor.

What did he do with his hands?

“Hey,” he said. His mouth was completely dry.

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Should she have done this? Lydia saw him standing there, frozen. The doctor had come and gone, and she’d wanted to do something special for Henry.

Licking her lips, she glanced down at the floor feeling her confidence deflate. Is this what he wanted? On the same night where he warned her she’d be his, he’d taken her to his bed. Was this different?

“Hey,” she said, back.

This had to be the worst seduction ever.

“The doctor cleared you?” he asked.

“Yes.” She glanced up in time to see him checking out her body. “I didn’t just want to send you a text.”

“I can see that.”

“You did say you were busy.” She took a step closer, and his gaze fell to her exposed legs. Lydia took a step closer to him feeling the arousal grow within her body. After the doctor had given her the all clear with her ribs she’d spent the rest of the day preparing for Henry to come home. She soaked in the bath, taking her time to shave and wax delicate bits between her thighs. After she cleared the important parts of excess hair, she’d washed her hair, lathered her body, and then taken the time to dry naturally.

“I was never too busy to find out if you were okay.”

“But if you found out I was fine you might not have given me the time to do this.” She removed the robe for him to see her body naked. This was a huge step for her. The other men she’d been with she’d gotten naked in darkness and only been with them underneath the covers of the bed. He was the first man she’d ever stood naked before in full light.

“Fuck me.” Henry reached out to hold onto the wall.

She rubbed her hands together in front of her. Her nerves were getting the better of her.

He took a step closer to her and then another. She stayed still until he was right in front of her.

“The doctor cleared you?”

“Yes. He told me he’d never had a patient who listened to him about rest.”

Henry cupped her cheek. The bruise that had once decorated her cheek was faint. “You’re more beautiful than I ever imagined.”

She smiled up at him.

Swallowing past the nerves, she reached out to touch his jacket. “I put a casserole in the oven, and it’ll keep for another few hours.”

Running her hands up his chest, she opened his jacket and pushed it off him. He allowed her to remove the jacket then start at the top button of his shirt.

“You planned to seduce me?”

“I planned a lot of things for today, and I wanted it to be special.” She removed his shirt seeing the scars that decorated his chest. “This is what happened when you were taken?”#p#分页标题#e#

“I was an ass, and I pissed off the man with the knife.”

Tugging his hands from her face, she leaned in close and pressed her lips against each scar. Holding his hands at his sides, she licked her tongue from his nipple down to his navel.

“Fuck that feels good.”

“I love the way you taste,” she said, flicking her tongue along his chest.

She moaned then released his hands to go to the belt holding up his pants.

“No, I want to kiss you.” He gripped her wrist, forcing her back up.

Henry sank his fingers into her hair, gripping the strands in his fist. She moaned as he tilted her head back. She gasped as he pulled her close. The metal of his belt dug into her stomach. He slammed his lips down on hers, pressing his tongue into her mouth. She melted against him, loving the feel of his tongue inside her mouth.

He ran his tongue over her lips then slid into her mouth, plunging inside her.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, and he dropped one hand from her hair to cup her ass. Gasping, she drew back from his lips as his hands delved deeper, sinking into her pussy from behind. The position had her tight against him as he fingered her.

“So wet and tight. I can’t wait to sink my cock into this sweet pussy.” He removed his hands, and she watched him lick the digits into his mouth. The scent of her pussy wafted between them. Her cheeks heated with embarrassment by how wet she’d become. “And you taste better than I thought you would.”