Burying his face in her neck, he inhaled deeply. The panties she wasn’t wearing would have melted when he groaned.
Sin. She smelled like sin incarnate. Every lusty thought he’d ever had was now centered around the way Cecilia smelled. It was like the wildest of flowers, the sweetest of candies. Her scent was fast becoming an addiction he didn’t think he could live without.
“Cecilia…” he moaned, kissing her neck. Nipping gently behind her ear. When she melted in his arms, he was done. Gripping behind her thighs, he picked her up carrying her to the tiny couch in her living room and laid her down softly, pulling back just enough to remove the towel between them.
A quick glimpse of her body showed more scars, but beyond that was pure beauty. Curves that went for miles; legs meant to hold him tight. Hips intended to cradle him perfectly. He couldn’t wait to sink into her silky depths.
Laying down on top of her nude body while he was still fully clothed was torture in the most delicious way. Locking eyes with her, he grabbed hold of both her wrists slowly dragging them above her head, watching for any signs of distress in her expressive eyes. They were clouded with uncertainty and lust.
“Relax, sweets, I just want to see. Maybe taste.” Winking at her when she gasped, he lowered his head to her collar bone laying light kisses all the way across it. Her skin was soft as silk and so warm. There was something he found incredibly sexy and delicate about her collar bones. They showcased what led to a pair of the most magnificent breasts he’d ever seen.
Less than a handful but enough to wrap his lips around. His mouth watered for a taste of her small pink nipples. “Landon?” she half sighed, half question in fear.
“Nothing you don’t want, sweets,” he whispered against the pebbled nipple of one breast. Blowing gently, he gave it a light kiss, refraining from what he wanted to do— devour her.
Laying his head on her chest, he enjoyed the feeling of her body cradling his, of the way she melted under him. Her soft curves to his sharp angles.
“Go out with me,” he murmured into her chest, enjoying the sound of her heart beating.
“What?” she asked breathlessly.
Sitting up so he could see her eyes, he told her, “Have dinner with me tonight.”
She watched him for what felt like forever. Searching his eyes, his face, settling on his lips. “Yes,” she whispered with a shy smile gracing her succulent lips.
He couldn’t stop staring. He needed one more taste before he left her until dinner.
Swooping down, he took them on a slow, sensual ride. Letting her get used to his flavor, his touch. Licking her bottom lip, he relished in the way she sought out more from him, meeting his tongue with her own.
“Cinnamon,” he whispered against her. His new favorite taste.
After Landon had left with the promise of returning for dinner, Cecilia didn’t know whether to stay and wait or run. He was moving too fast for her. She wasn’t used to male attention, let alone from such a gorgeous man.
It was new to her. Her body was feeling things she wasn’t sure how to process. What confused her most was that he’d seen her naked yet hadn’t run from the scars.
She’d tried dating a boy once in high school but as soon as he saw that her scars extended further onto her body, he’d been repulsed and pushed her away.
That was when the humiliating name Mark me crazy had started. Because of that one time she had felt the need to be a normal girl, and she’d cried after being rejected.
Since then, she’d had no interest in anything other than getting through school and earning a degree in child welfare management so she could help other kids suffering from trauma.
When she was younger, she didn’t have anyone to talk to other than her parents. They, of course, thought she was perfect and couldn’t understand her insecurities. Given the fact she was three when the accident happened and she didn’t even remember that time of her life, maybe her parents were right and her fears weren’t warranted. But when she had people making fun of her for something that was out of her control, it was hard to brush
it off.
Even adults would gawk at her. The scar on her cheek was, of course, one of the worst ones she had. It left her up at night obsessing over it. Of how to get rid of it. But it was an unrealistic dream because it was a part of what made her who she was.
Overall, she accepted that part of herself— the scars and imperfections were all she knew. She’d seen the pictures of herself before the accident but it didn’t look like her. The scar pulled at her mouth so it was tight and always looked so angry. Makeup made it worse so she didn’t bother trying to cover it up anymore. And she’d have to wear her hair halfway across her face in order to cover it, so she usually ended up looking down so her hair hid her face like a curtain.
Now, she had the full attention of a very influential man. A man who was constantly in the spotlight and scrutinized. What would people think if they found out he was dating such a freak? She couldn’t handle that type of brutality. It would make her life worse when he left her high and dry because how could she possibly think to keep his attention?
Before he even knocked on her door, Landon knew something was wrong and she was going to try and skip out on him, but he wouldn’t let her. She was going to be his come hell or high water.
Knocking lightly, he waited for her to answer. Shocked when a woman a few years older than Cecilia answered dressed in nothing but some skimpy robe that showed more than it covered.
“Oh, Hello, handsome,” she purred. He had to hold back the gag.
“Where’s Cecilia?” he demanded, looking behind her trying to find his woman.