Page 38 of Hockey Player Seeking Fan (Billionaires Seeking Wives Club #2)

"I love painting you, Erica," Tyler says lovingly as he picks up his palette and mixes some colors together. I watch him grab one of his paintbrushes and apply a light blue pigment to the canvas in front of him. I lay back on the bed and just smile. I feel wanton lying here naked with him, as he stares at every inch of my body, but I don’t feel uncomfortable. I don’t feel self-conscious because I can see how much he appreciates me. I can see how much he loves me.

He doesn’t look at every dimple and piece of cellulite as something bad. He looks at it as part of me. I don’t even know if he even sees any of it as an imperfection.