Page 60 of It Must Be Love

He kept kissing my scars, and I stood there, not sure what to do, what to say. This was not what I expected. This had never happened. This…was not even a dream. I couldn't even have thought this, it was that far from the realm of possibility.

Once he'd kissed the front of my legs, he turned me around and groaned as he touched my back. "You have the sexiest ass."

I turned to look at him. Seriously? Didn't he see all the ugly burn scars?

He squeezed my ass and nuzzled the scarred skin on my lower back.

"When I saw you that day outside the Krav Maga place, you were wearing leggings, and I thought I wanted to watch your ass bounce on top of my cock."

Was he blind? I couldn't form words. My throat was closed.

"Fuck, Naya." He pulled my panties down, and I took calming breaths. I felt his lips on my ass, where there was some scarring as well. It was not as bad as my back, but it was there. He kissed my ass, and I felt a stab of pleasure run through me. His hands were gentle on me, stroking my legs, my thighs.

"Turn around," he said, and I did, but at the last minute, I closed my eyes. I was scared to see how he felt about me.

I felt him move around me. He took my bra off, and I began to shake. I'd never been naked in front of anyone but the hospital staff since the accident. I'd never been naked with anyone before that, either.

"Shh, sweetheart." He wrapped his arms around me and held me. He moved his hips against mine, and I froze, pushing him away.

"You're…you're still hard," I gaped at his crotch.

"You're naked," he said as if that was a complete explanation.

Was this pity? Did he feel sorry for me? I flashed my eyes at him, anger surging through me.

"Don't do this," I muttered, "Don't you dare…"

"What?" he demanded, walking toward me. I took a step back. "You thought I'd see your scars and run? Is that what you thought, or was that what you hoped?"

"I didn't hope," I whispered.

He picked me up, bridal style, and laid me down on the bed. He started to remove his clothes, and I just stared, speechless.

"We're not having sex today," he informed me. "But…I need to feel you against me. I need to touch you. Learn you. Is that okay?"

Is that okay? Was this guy kidding me?

"Naya, I need words."

"I don't know," I squeaked.

He looked at me seriously but continued to strip until he was in his boxers.

"You work out."

"So do you, babe. Those abs are fucking hot."

Couldn't he see my scars? Did he need prescription glasses? What was wrong with his eyesight?

He laid down next to me, on his side, propped up on his elbow. He traced a nipple, and I started to hyperventilate.

"Naya."

I couldn't say anything; I stared at his finger, making my nipple hard.

"When was the last time you had sex?"

That was like a bucket of cold water. I closed my eyes.