Body Shots (8 page)

She knew he was right but that didn’t change the way she felt. She couldn’t and wouldn’t allow him to see her stomach.

“I understand what you’re saying but…”

“But nothing.
I want to show you how much you mean to me and that includes having you in my arms naked.
Nothing between us.”
He pulled at her shirt trying to remove it from her stranglehold.

“Reed.”
She attempted to roll away but he forced her to look at him.

His stern look gave her pause. Would he leave her if she didn’t comply? But what would he think when he got an up close and personal look at her scars?

“Did you bring up the strawberry schnapps?”

“Yes and the tequila.” What? Did he need to do a few shots before looking at her stomach?

“Sierra!
I know what’s going through your mind and you can just forget those thoughts. I said I want to cherish your body and that means doing body shots on every inch.”

She struggled with his words. Was he being sincere? She wanted to believe him. She wanted to believe he wanted her and that he wasn’t looking to atone for his sins. Sins he felt deep inside. She didn’t blame him for the accident. She never had and never would. It was just a stupid twist of fate. But she didn’t want him to suffer with someone deformed, because in all honesty that’s what she was, deformed.
From the scar on her face, to the ones riddling her stomach.
No one could change her appearance and no one should be subjected to it, unless necessary. And she didn’t think it was necessary for Reed to be stuck with her or her deformities.

“Please let me love you.” He looked at her with such admiration, she wanted to cry. She didn’t deserve him and he didn’t deserve being stuck with someone scarred like her. He should be with someone like
Lita
, the singer from Rebel Yell. She was gorgeous.
A goddess.

She pushed the thoughts to the back of her mind. She wanted this with Reed. She wanted to experience all she possibly could before it all slipped away again.

She nodded. “Okay. I’ll get the tequila.”

“Bring the schnapps too,” he called.

Her bare feet padded across the room to the kitchen counter where she’d left the alcohol earlier. Her heart pounded in her chest. She was going to remove her shirt, bare all for Reed. The only man she ever loved and she was going to show him just how much.

Butterflies filled her stomach as she walked back into the room. He sat propped up in the middle of her bed, with only a huge grin on. It seemed like she’d waited for this moment forever. Now he was in her bed, naked. Ready to make all her dreams and wishes come true.

Placing the bottles, salt and bowl of lemon wedges on the table, she smiled down on him.

“Ready?” she asked.
More for herself than him.
Because he claimed he was more than ready but she was nervous.

“Please,” he urged.

The shirt came off with ease,
then
she removed her bra leaving her completely naked and very vulnerable.

“Come.” He patted the bed next to him.

She fell into his strong, welcoming arms where she felt secure. Pressing her body against his, she attempted to hide the scars.

He shook his head. “Not this time. No hiding.”

“This isn’t easy for me, Reed.” Admitting her weakness was the first step in moving forward, right?

“I know, sweetie. But I’m not going to hurt you. I’m only going to love you.”

She bit her lower lip. Taking a deep breath she did something she never thought possible. Something she’d never dared with any other man in her life.

She rolled on her back. The sunlight streamed through the cracked blinds glistening on her skin, exposing the reality of her scars.

Pain covered Reed’s face. “I can’t tell you how sorry I am this happened. I wish it was me with the scars.” He bent, kissing each scar, his soft lips lingering after each touch.

“No, Reed. I don’t wish this on anyone.”

“It’s not fair you had to deal with the pain all these years. If only I could have taken it away. I would have.”

“I never blamed you. You have to know that.” She lifted his hand to her mouth, kissing his palm. “It wasn’t your fault. You couldn’t have known.” Neither could have known what fate had in store for them that day.

“Then why did you take off? Leave me when I loved you more than anything?”

He deserved the truth. He deserved to know it was
for
him not
because of
him that she left. She could see how the thought of it was killing him. She knew if there
were
never an accident they would probably be married with a family by now. The realization cut her to the bone.

“Reed, I was ashamed of who I became. Look at me. I look like a monster.” Monster was the only word she could find to wrap it neatly in a bow for him. She wasn’t normal after the accident.
Far from it.
Christ, the scar on her cheek, though faint, was still a constant reminder of that day.

She snuggled back into the safety of his arms, afraid to look him in the eyes. She worried her lower lip, biting back the tears that threatened to flow. She didn’t want him to think her hideous.

“Honey, I don’t see a monster. I see a beautiful woman who may have a few scars but that doesn’t change how I see you. You’re perfect in every way. You’re perfect to me.”

How long had she wanted to hear those words from his lips? Never in her wildest dreams had she believed he’d utter them, let alone be in her bed ready to make love to her. As she lay naked in his arms she began to believe they had a chance at a future.

“Lay back, please.” He looked down into her eyes and all she saw was softness. Reed wanted to cherish her body. He didn’t see the hideous monster she saw when she looked in the mirror.

She hesitated.

“Please?” he cooed.

Sierra slid her body down.

Reed’s hand skimmed over her skin, resting on her breast. He rubbed his thumb over the nipple until it became firm under his touch. He bent, taking the other nipple between his lips.

“I’ve waited a lifetime for this,” he murmured.

Sierra let out a small cry as his mouth moved down to her stomach. He nudged her legs apart with his hand. Spreading her legs, she welcomed his finger, as he entered her pussy.

He dragged the digit up her folds, coating her with her juices. His finger lingered over her clit, teasing.

His tongue circled her bellybutton. Flames licked her skin with every new touch of his warm tongue. Juices soaked her opening. She wanted to come. She wanted to feel him inside her loving her.

“Reed,” she cried.

“Not yet sweetie but soon.”
He removed his finger leaving her empty, aching for his touch. He climbed over her and grabbed the schnapps.

“Time for me to show you how much I love this body.”

“With a girly girl drink?” she teased, trying to make light of the situation. Her feelings for him were scaring the hell out of her and she didn’t want to admit what she was feeling.

He chuckled.
“Even with a girly girl drink.”

She tried relaxing as he gazed upon her body, taking in every imperfection.

Tipping the bottle he dripped the cold liquid into her navel. She fought against the cold wanting to wiggle it out. Reed placed his hands on either side of her stomach, settling her.
His hot breath close, warming her skin, while loose strands of his hair tickled.

Lips wrapped around her navel, creating suction he pulled the schnapps into his mouth. Jolts of electricity ran straight to her core.

“Holy shit,” she cried.

“I told you.”

Yes, he’d told her, but he’d failed to say he could make her climax without touching her pussy. She was so close she could taste it. Another shot and he could send her reeling into a full-fledged climax.

As he poured another shot into her navel she forgot about her scars or fears and enjoyed the sparks coming from his body, charging hers. Her skin tingled with every touch. Her pussy lips began to quiver as an orgasm rippled through her body. Reed’s mouth sucked the liquid from her navel once more, sending her careening over the edge and just when she thought she couldn’t take it anymore, he slid two fingers into her contracting channel. She arched her hips accepting them, wanting more.

His mouth moved down to her clit enveloping the tiny bud between his lips, sparking a new sensation, one she felt down to her toes. He finger-fucked her, licking her clit while she rode out the last of the mind-numbing orgasm.

Bathing in the aftermath of such intense feelings, Sierra smiled.

“You like?” Reed asked, hovering over her frame.

“No, I love.” She reached out and touched his face. The face that haunted her every waking dream since the day she walked away from him. The face she’d loved since she was barely an adult.

He looked at her questioningly.

“I’m sorry I ever left you. I’m sorry we lost so much time together. I love you, Reed.”

A grin formed and he bent capturing her mouth hungrily. “I love you too, Sierra.”

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