Page 80 of Love Lessons
Vera looks up at me with wide eyes. But her gaze isn’t nervous at all. She’s focused on my chest, where the tattoo flexes as I work. “What do the wings mean, anyway?”
“Freedom,” I say, without offering any further explanation. “Not in the mood to talk, contessa.” To prove it, I move down her body. Then I lean over and catch the strap of her tiny panties between my teeth.
Her breath catches as I drag them down her body. “Oh geez. Oh boy,” she gasps.
“Yeah, I’m in a mood.” I toss the panties onto the floor. Then I pick up the second scarf and roll it. “Close your eyes.”
She slams them shut with gratifying speed. I lay the scarf carefully across her eyes, and she lifts her head to allow me to tie it.
“You tell me if you don’t like anything I do,” I say gruffly.
The little vixen smiles. “Yes, sir.”
Christ. “You’re a quick learner.” As if this had anything to do with lessons anymore. We’re way past that. My hands are quick and needy as I reach down to tug down her tank until it reveals her breasts, and she arches into my touch.
This woman has given me a hell of a lot more than I’ve ever given her. Right now, she’s giving me her trust, which feels like a beautiful gift. I lie down on the bed beside her. Leaning over one perfect tit, I gently blow on her nipple.
She shivers deliciously and lifts her body toward me. But I’m not in the mood to be all that predictable. I lick the other nipple, instead, and she whimpers.
Rising onto my hands and knees, I commence my unpredictable seduction. A kiss to her neck. A kiss to her breast. A brush of my lips across her thigh. A hungry series of kisses across the top of her mound.
“Ian,” she gasps, her hips twitching with anticipation.
“I like you like this. Naked, spread out like a feast. Don’t ever let anyone tell you that you aren’t as sexy as the day is long. That man is a liar.”
I drop my mouth to her hip bone for another wet kiss, and she squeezes her thighs together in a needy way. “More,” she demands.
“You’ll get more. Spread your legs for me.”
She parts them.
“Wider,” I demand. “All the way. I want to look at you.”
After the briefest hesitation, she complies.
Now she’s spread out like a feast. And I get busy pleasuring her with my tongue and my hands. This is exactly what I need.
She’sexactly what I need. Even if I get traded tomorrow, I’ll never forget this night.
After many minutes of fun, I’ve got her begging and whimpering. I sit up and grab a condom. As I slide it on, I notice that her tank top is ruched up to reveal her belly. Much of it is smooth, but there’s a broad section of skin that’s a slightly different color. And the texture looks different.
“Contessa,” I say gently. “Do you have a birthmark on your stomach?”
Her body stiffens. Then she tugs one of her hands out of the scarf, freeing herself and quickly yanking her tank back down.
Well, shit. With gentle hands, I lift the scarf off her eyes and look down at her. “I’m sorry. Did I ruin the mood?”
With a sigh, she wiggles her other hand, and I reach up to help her free it. And then we’re just staring at each other while I wait to hear whether or not she’ll tell me what’s wrong.
“It’s a burn,” she says quietly. “When I was a kid, I got burned a little. And even though I’ve had some laser treatments, it’s ugly.”
“A burn…?” How does a kid get a burn on her tummy?
She doesn’t elaborate.
“That’s why you leave your top on?”
“I’ve been told it’s unattractive.”
