Page 43 of Lust & Lies
“No, love,” he answered, eyes meeting mine while his hand lingered at my side. “It’s proof that you survived. And there’s nothing ugly about that. There’s nothing ugly about you, Ms. Park. You’re the strongest, most beautiful woman I’ve ever met. And if you want me to create matching scars on my body, I’d gladly do that for you.”
“Aiden,” I whispered, my voice catching as tears blurred my vision.
How could words be so insane, yet so romantic at the same time?
“Thank you,” I whispered, blinking back tears.
“You’re welcome, love.”
This man was so damn sweet. He deserved some sex. Some wild sex. And I was already naked, so there really was no point in getting dressed. I gifted him a sweet smile.
“What’s with that look?” he asked, frowning now. “Quit smiling at me like that before I get other ideas,” he muttered, grabbing the shirt from me and sliding it over my head before I could stop him.
“Aiden,” I protested through the fabric, unable to see anything.
“Lift your arms.”
“I don’t want to.”
He grabbed one of my arms and tried to get it into the arm hole.
“That’s the wrong hole,” I told him.
“You haven’t said that to me in a while,” he muttered, grabbing my other arm.
It took a while for his words to sink in. When they did, I burst out laughing. So did he. I stared at my laughing husband, and all I could think was,I hope this never ends. But then he twisted my body sideways so he could get my other arm in the hole, and all I could think was,this man is going to break my damn arm.
“Are you trying to break my arm?” I asked.
“No. If you relax and stop struggling,” he muttered, going silent when his arm grazed my nipple.
My body was so hungry for that kind of contact that I had to bite my damn tongue to keep from groaning.
“Sorry,” he muttered.
Hewouldapologize.
“I can dress myself,” I told him, but I let him guide my arms into the sleeves anyway. “I’m not a baby.”
“Okay, baby,” he teased.
I shook my head but remained silent until the sleep shirt was finally draped over my body, stopping mid-thigh on me.
“I’m done,” he stated, looking proud of his achievement.
“You’re not done yet.”
“What did I miss?”
“My panties,” I said, holding the boy shorts out to him. “Since you want to dress me, you need to go all the way.”
He looked at the underwear.
Then at me.
“You want me to put your panties on you?” he asked.
“I’m your baby, remember?” I shrugged, giving him a dose of his own medicine.
