Page 116 of Under Your Scars

“You’re missing an important body part from that list.”

I scoff. “I promise I’ll keep my hands, mouth, and dick to myself.” Then my face drops so she knows I’m serious. “Mykonos. That’s your safe word. Say it, and I stop. Say yes if you understand.”

“Yes,” she shudders. “But why do I need a safe word if you’re not going to touch me?”

“Because maybe you just want to use it. You don’t need a reason. If you use the safe word, I stop, no questions asked.”

She takes a deep breath and then nods. “Okay.”

I allow myself to let my eyes leave her face, to drink in her chest. “Move your hair.” It’s covering her breasts, and it’s in the way for what I’m about to do. She moves the strands and I make a small noise of satisfaction. “Every inch of you is beautiful, my perfect little angel.” My eyes meet hers again. “I love you.”

Her eyes go glassy. “Be careful?”

I nod. “I promise. Close your eyes.”

She does as instructed, and I watch her entire body fill with tension. Carefully, I prop myself up with my hands and lean down far enough that my breath fans across her neck.

“I miss kissing you here, where I can feel your heart flutter under my lips.” My words have the desired effect. Her entire body erupts into goosebumps. I shift again, until my breath is hot against the center of her chest, between her breasts. “And I miss kissing you here, because this is precisely how far I need to kiss down your body before you start squirming. Before you start rubbing your thighs together to try and get some relief.”

Again, my words have their intended effect, and her nipples perk up, the soft pink rosebuds hardening, begging for my attention. She takes a deep breath, taking her bottom lip between her teeth. My cock begins to fatten up in my pants.

Slowly, I move further down her body. Her legs clench together in fear and her eyes shoot open. I anticipated this, and I lean back on my knees.

“Please don’t,” she pleads, looking green and nauseous.

“Use your safe word if you want me to stop.”

“You can’t touch me there.”

“I won’t. I told you, no tricks.” I lean back down, licking my lips at the sight of that feminine softness between her belly button and the seam of her panties. Where one day she might grow my child. I glance up at her. “God, Elena, I fucking miss kissing you here.”

My breath fans across the top of her panties before I move further down until I’m millimeters from her core. Tears well in her eyes, and I pause for a second, allowing her the chance to use her safe word if she wants. She doesn’t, so I continue.

“I miss kissing your pretty pussy, angel. Your taste sends me straight to heaven. My mouth is watering just thinking about it.”

That’s a very true statement. I’m salivating at the thought like it’s my first meal in months. My cock is painfully hard in my slacks, trying it’s best to drill a hole through the fabric. I stare at the space between her thighs, right where her clit is, twitching and achy and needy like the rest of her.

“Do you miss it too, baby? The feeling of my face buried between your thighs until you’re shaking with pleasure instead of fear? Don’t you remember how good it feels?”

A single tear escapes from her eye and she shakes her head.

“No?” I hum. “Don’t you remember all those times you came apart on my tongue? All the times my fingers were deep inside you while I sucked on your puffy clit? All the times you had your fingers tangled in my hair, pulling me closer and begging for my cock? You don’t remember any of that?”

Something clicks inside her in that moment. I think my words have set her on fire, because she takes a long deep breath, and I can fuckingsmellthe way she opens up for me under her panties. I look and smile wickedly at the wet spot forming there. “There she is,” I murmur to her core as if it’s a separate person. “Oh, angel, you should see how wet you are.” My eyes flicker back to hers. “Take off your panties and I’ll show you.”

“Not a chance.”

I crawl back up her body, staying a respectful distance from her naked skin. The hard length of me is aching and I’m going to have to sneak away to the bathroom to rub it out before we land. I settle on top of Elena, holding myself up so not a single part of me is touching her, not even a single thread of my clothes. My lips ghost over hers.

“I was really…wet?” she asks in disbelief.

“Feel for yourself,” I suggest. She pauses, but then I can feel one of her hands trace down her own body to touch the space between her legs. She lets out a gasp of awe, like she can’t believe it, and looks back to me with sparkling, shy eyes. I smirk. “You were averygood girl—”

She cuts off my sentence by smearing her arousal-coated fingers across my bottom lip. I freeze, my eyes surely going sharklike with lust. I lick the taste off my lips and groan. I’m four seconds away from losing my shit, so I quickly push off her and sit on the edge of the bed, facing away.

From behind me, I hear her breathy voice whisper, “Touch me.”

I turn around to glare at her. “No.”