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“No.” I cupped her thighs. “I’m sorry, baby. You’re just fucking perfect.”

I’m not. I have scars. I have—

I grabbed her hands, stopping her from putting herself down even more. “You are a survivor. I wouldn’t give a shit if you had scars from head to toe, I would still be attracted to you. I would still be falling for you. I would still want to make love to you, date you, be your boyfriend and eat the fuck out of your pussy. Not all in that order of course.”

Her eyes welled, her throat working over a hard swallow.

“Ainsley.” I stood from the chair and gently pried her knees apart so I could move between them. “I will spend the rest of my days apologizing for pushing you, but I want you to know, that I don’t regret you slapping me. I know I left after, but it was because...”

Her eyes met mine when my words trailed off.

I sighed, pushing her hair off her forehead. “I was proud of you for that reaction and wanted to fuck you. But I didn’t want you to see me like that. So I left. I’m sorry if I made you think I didn’t want more out of this.”

You wanted sex?

“I did because when I pushed you, it forced this passionate woman to reveal herself.” I gave her a small smirk. “And besides, I always want sex with you but it’s not a requirement. Like I keep telling you, I’m a patient guy. But I also meant what I said. I don’t like being lied to.”

I’m sorry for lying and I...She reached out to brush her thumb along my bottom lip.I’m falling for you too.

My grin grew. “We should celebrate.” I sat back down on the chair and slid even closer to her.

Ainsley spread her knees apart and gave me another piece of her.

Hooking my arms around her, I pulled her closer and leaned down toward the apex between her thighs. Brushing my nose from her center to her scarred clit, I inhaled. A low groan left me, the sweet acidic scent of her body wafting into my nose. “Fuck me, you smell like heaven.”

She whimpered.

I had to rein in on that beast who wanted to devour her whole. In time, I would show her the true nature of my ways and I knew she would enjoy it, but I didn’t want to scare her.

Running my nose along her clit, I kept breathing her in. It was a scent I could bottle. She was as turned on as I was, but this was all for her. I wouldn’t fuck her. Maybe later or tomorrow or a few days from now. I needed her to know that I never expected anything in return from her. She could trust me.

Sounds left her. Soft whimpers and mewls.

“You can feel that, baby.” I looked up the length of her body. “Can’t you?”

She nodded quickly.

“Good. I’m glad.” So I kept doing it again and again.

She sighed. “Please,” she whispered.

That single word controlled my next move. Covering her with my mouth, I shoved my tongue into her.

She cried out, latching on to my hair and lifting her hips.

I had every intention of being gentle, but her voice, although a whisper, prevented me from doing so. It was the driving force I needed to give her everything she wanted and could ever ask for.

Cupping the backs of her legs, I pushed her knees to her chest and shoved my mouth harder against her.

My eyes rolled into the back of my head as her sweet nectar slid down the back of my tongue.

Her cries became louder, her body shaking beneath me.Come for me, baby. Come for your man and let him drink up your orgasm.

Opening my eyes, they locked with hers.

I growled, thrusting my tongue in and out of her.

Her hips lifted and dropped, lifted again and lowered back to the table.