Page 65 of Just One Silver Fox

She was so beautiful, strong and sleek. Her nipples were taut and rosy, but that wasn’t what she was showing him.

The two scars were well healed and pink, but they couldn’t be missed. It was shocking to see them fully.

“They cut on the bikini line so it’s easier to hide the scar,” she said as if it was perfectly obvious.

Cut?

“And again, so it will be under the bra strap.” She glanced up and obviously realized he was still mystified. “A surgeon removed my excess skin. I lost over two hundred pounds after I left home and came to New York. My skin had lost its elasticity so surgery was the only solution after I lost the weight.”

Nate couldn’t imagine there being that much more of Sonia, but knew from her expression that she was telling the truth.

“Over two hundred pounds,” he echoed, unable to envision it.

“Two hundred and thirty-seven,” she said with a smile. “You can believe I counted every single one.”

That was when Nate realized why she had those sweatpants.

They’d been hers.

“Ow,” he said in sympathy. He knew how much his injury had hurt and those scars went all the way around her body. Twice.

“Ow,” Sonia agreed. “I’ve never been in such pain in my life. I just have to remember that when I want to inhale a dozen donuts or a gallon of ice cream, and that’s all the deterrent I need.”

Nate didn’t know what had prompted her to compulsively eat but he could guess that it had a lot to do with her leaving home—and probably with that hesitation over going down on him. He had a very good idea what kind of abuse she’d suffered in her parents’ home but this wasn’t the moment to be angry about it.

It was the moment to console her, and to feed her confidence in her own beauty. She’d come so far, and Nate would help with the completion of her journey. She reached for her bra again, but he stopped her with a fingertip.

“Naked and in the light,” he reminded her softly.

“Not just me,” she said, wary and watchful, doubting that he’d agree. Nate thought it was only fair that they saw each other completely, since this would be their last night together. He peeled off his rugby shirt, locking gazes with her as he kicked off his jeans and shoes, stripping down in record time. He lifted a brow when his harness was revealed, giving her the choice.

“I want to feel your skin on mine,” she confessed in a hot whisper.

Nate unfastened the harness and set the Hook aside. His undershirt and briefs followed, and her gaze dropped predictably. He smiled. “You can see how much I dislike your scars,” he murmured and she smiled.

“It doesn’t look like they affect your opinion at all.” She was flirtatious again and he liked the sight of it.

Nate shook his head. “Not a bit.”

“Then you’d better come here and kiss me, please.” Her voice was sultry and her expression inviting.

Nate’s heart skipped a beat and took a step closer. She walked right into his embrace, chin up, eyes shining, then pulled his head down for a very satisfying kiss.

* * *

Of course,Nate made it easy.

Of course, Nate didn’t judge her.

He let her take the lead and set the pace, and Sonia did. She wanted it slow but hungry. She wanted to be filled with the desperation he could conjure within her, and she wanted to make them both wait for satisfaction. She knew he liked when she touched him, and she knew she hadn’t been demanding yet.

Tonight, that would change.

Tonight, she would own her sexuality.

Tonight, she would make Nate moan.

She felt so powerful when she kissed him and felt him inhale sharply. She pressed him back against the counter, locking her mouth over his and feasting upon him, running her hands over him, then claiming one of his nipples. She felt his heart skip as she pinched the nipple, just the way he had teased hers, and she let her tongue frolic with his. His arm was locked around her waist, his kiss deepening with every moment and he was hard against her hip. Sonia broke their kiss and closed her mouth over his nipple, teasing it to a tight peak. He seized a fistful of hair at her nape and whispered her name, a delicious anguish in his voice. She could smell his cologne, the one he’d worn to the wedding and she loved that her shoes gave her a little extra height.

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