Page 79 of Reaper

My cock twitches at her breathy voice and her eyes widen slightly when she feels it. Her eyes heat with desire and she leans forward, kissing me.

I walked around to the bed, and lay her down, not breaking the kiss. She moans and rolls her hips against me. My cock throbs with need and I can’t stop myself from rolling my hips against her in response.

“Anthony,” she rasps as I kiss down her jaw and down her neck.

“Is my woman feeling a little needy?”

She whimpers and rolls her hips against me again as she claws at my shoulders.

“I need you, Anthony.”

My body goes still, and I glance up at her. She nods as she licks her lips.

“I mean it, Anthony. I love you. Make me yours.”

My lips slam down on hers in a bruising kiss that she returns just as fiercely. My hand drifts down her chest, but then I pause and pull back from the kiss.

“Darlin’, I need to know, how sensitive is your skin? I refuse to hurt you.”

A hesitant look crosses her face, and her gaze lowers until it’s fixed on my chest. “It’s not sensitive. It’s more mental than anything. So, the areas where I got third-degree burns, there’s no feeling whatsoever. The nerves didn’t grow back. Where the second and third-degree burns meet, I got almost all my feeling back. The rest of the areas for the second-degree burns and the first-degree ones, I got all my feeling back.” She pauses and swallows thickly. “The mental part, it’s always turned my stomach when I think about someone touching them, or if they actually do touch me, I recoil almost as if I’ve been shocked so that I can break the contact. Even when Ma helped me after I got out of the hospital, I had problems. But with you, I don’t know if I’ll have that same reaction.”

Cupping her chin, I lift so that she’s forced to look at me. “Lark,” I say, purposefully using her name so she knows how serious I am. “Your burns aren’t an issue for me. If we find out that you can’t stand me touching them, then I won’t touch them, and I’ll go out of my way to make sure no one touches you there.”

Lark swallows thickly again. Her hand trails down my arm and grasps my hand in hers. I can feel a tremble running through her, but I don’t say anything about it. She brings our hands up by her shoulder and then she hesitates, closing her eyes as she breathes deeply a few times.

“Eyes on me, Lark,” I tell her after a few moments. When she opens her beautiful chocolate eyes, I slowly raise our hands and kiss the back of her hand. “Whatever the answer is, it won’t change how I feel about you.”

Unshed tears swim in her eyes as she nods, then she lowers our hands so that my fingers touch her scars.

I don’t move my hand, letting her dictate how much or how little I touch her.

A tear spills down her cheek, and soon more follow. I quickly pull my hand away, but she shakes her head and pulls my hand back down on her scars.

“That’s not why I cried, Anthony. You… I…” She tries to say as she struggles to find the right words judging by the look on her face. A look that says either something good or something bad just happened, but then again, she put my hand back on her scars… Hope fills my chest.

“When you touch me, Anthony, I don’t have that reaction. I don’t feel like I need to instantly put space between us,” she says, awe filling her voice.

Smiling, I lean down and kiss her, but before the kiss can get carried away, I pull back.

“If at any point that changes, or we find out that there is a spot where me touching you bothers you, I need you to tell me, Darlin’. No matter what we’re doing. It’s not going to hurt my feelings. Your happiness and wellbeing are the most important things to me.”

She smiles and nods before she tugs on my neck and I lower my head, kissing her again. She lowers my hand to her breast, and I moan into the kiss. A moment later, I pull back, kissing down her neck. I lick and suck at the spot where her neck meets her shoulders while at the same time, I tease her nipple with my thumb through her shirt. Lark cries out and her fingers dig into my shoulders again. I kiss down the exposed part of her chest since she left a few buttons undone on her button-up shirt. I place a kiss right over where her nipple is, but I stand up before she has a chance to pull me closer to her.

She starts to protest until she sees me taking off my cut.

“Undress for me, Darlin’. Let me see you.”

She pulls her lower lip in between her teeth as she slowly starts unbuttoning her shirt. She pulls it back over her shoulders and I bite back a groan at seeing her silky tank top pulled tight againsther curves. A moment later, she reaches down to grasp the hemp of the tank top and pulls it over her head. This time, I can’t contain my groan at seeing her satin bra barely holding in her luscious breasts.

Reaching behind me, I grasp the back of my shirt and pull it over my head. Her eyes blaze with desire and her pupils dilate further. Undoing my belt, I start to take off my pants when I remember I’ve still got my boots on. Quickly, I undo the laces and kick them off followed by my jeans and socks so that I’m just in my boxers.

Looking back up at Lark, I realize she’s also taken off her jeans and is staring at my cock. It twitches as my eyes roam all over her sexy curves and I damn near growl at seeing a wet spot already forming on her silky underwear.

Hooking my thumbs in my waistband, I cock my eyebrow at her, needing to make sure she’s really ready.

“Are you sure about this, Darlin’? I can still take care of your needs if you don’t want to go further.”

Her gaze meets mine, and she gives me a saucy smirk. Reaching back, she unclasps her bra and tosses it on the floor. Leaning back, she parts her legs and her hand goes to her clit.