See Me (11 page)

He tucked his hands under her ass and pulled.

The thin pajama bottoms were tugged down to her thighs as she scrambled to pull them back up. God, it was light out. He’d see everything if he kept going. “Sean, you really don’t want to do this.”

“Oh yeah? Keep it up, baby…keep it up. Tinker Bell be damned.” He sneaked his fingertips beneath the elastic of her panties and pulled. Those took a bit more maneuvering, but he managed to strip her of those too. “Ah, silky.”

“Wh-What?” She held on to his hard shoulders to steady herself. She squeezed. Damn, he was built like a god. Her fingertips massaged his smooth skin, making her thighs melt and want to straddle his waist.

“Nothing,” he said. “God, you’re so fucking hot.”

She fidgeted as quickly as she could and tugged on the hem of her tank top. Jesus, last night she was tipsy with enough bravery to take on the Marines, but now, sober…no way. What had she been thinking? One glance at her scars and he’d be out the door. She didn’t think she could take that kind of rejection. Not right now.

“Move your hands, Abigail. Come on, baby, please move your hands. Let me see you.”

“No.” She wondered what it would be like if he did see her scars. Would he run away? She didn’t know if she could take the pity he’d surely show her.

“Abigail, move them.”

“No.”

“Okay, it’ll be okay. Whatever you want, baby. But I have to warn you. I want you now any way I can get you.”

She smiled. There was hope. Maybe a man could see her scars and still find her attractive. Could she even dare to trust Sean and believe he could be that man?

Before she could say another word, the caveman flung her over his massive shoulder. Her bare ass was topside for the world to see. Well, at least Penelope. Where was her protector now? She looked down to find the little traitor munching on yet another pancake.

“Grrr…put me down, Sean!”
Please, you can’t see my scars.

He swatted her on the ass and laughed as he started walking. “Okay!”

She bounced once…twice…and rolled over on the mattress. Maybe if she stayed on her stomach, he wouldn’t mind. She really did want to fuck him. Hell, she wanted to more than fuck him. She wanted to make love to him, have him cuddle her and make her pancakes again tomorrow morning.

A warm hand cupped her ass cheek, making her wiggle and squirm. She peered over her shoulder. Sean was scrambling to unzip his jeans with one hand and squeeze her butt with the other. “Damn, baby, you have the finest ass. I want to bury my face in it.”

Oh my freaking God!
Had he really just said that? She knew her face was three shades of red because she too wanted him to do it. “S-Sean, I want you so bad, but I can’t…I can’t take my shirt—”

“Shh, it’s okay. Flip over.”

She was careful to hold her shirt down as she rolled over. She really wanted to make love watching the expression on his face when he came, but she couldn’t risk him seeing her scars. This position seemed more personal. Whether this was personal for him or not, it was for her. That had to be enough. She could pretend he cared, just for this morning. She could pretend someone did.

He slid his jeans down his strong legs and pulled his feet free. Lean muscle stretched over his chest and torso. Twin strips of muscle flanked either side of his waist, creating that sacred V that all women coveted but rarely got to see up close. “You’re so beautiful,” she said like a dumbfounded school girl.

His smile beamed. “What?”

He’d heard her. She may have said it in a quiet voice, but the smug bastard heard her loud and clear. “You’re beautiful.”

“Huh? I don’t think I heard you. Can you repeat that?”

His teasing words were such a contrast to the serious stroking going on along his cock. He was so hard, long, and thick.

“Please, Sean, I need you.”

“You need this?” He jutted his hips forward, holding on to the wide base of his cock.

Her pussy was leaking all over the sheets. For the sake of all things holy, she needed his perfect cock, but she needed something else more. “C-Cover me, with your body. You can have my pussy if you promise to cover me. P-Please, Sean, cover me up.”

He seemed to wobble on his feet. The sexy smirk fell off his lips. The hooded expression of his gaze widened. Had she said something wrong?

“God, Abigail.”

“I’m sorry. Did I say something wrong? I-I haven’t done this in a long time.” Her belly did a flip-flop, and she tried to reach for the blanket. “I’m supposed to say something sexy, right? Okay, please don’t go. Hold on.” She fumbled for the edge of the comforter. “Okay, I’m so hot for you. It’s really true. I hear the performers say that, but I really do mean it.”

Was he smiling at her? She stopped fidgeting long enough to look up at him towering over her. Even through his laughter, his boner stood proud. With each drawn-out breath, it bobbed up and down. “Abigail, you crack me up. I love your honesty. Most women would just ooh and ahh and pretend.” He crawled up onto the bed, making her feel like she was being encased in a fleshy cocoon. “Don’t ever pretend with me.” He held the bulk of his weight on his forearms. “Always tell me what you need, and I’ll always tell you what I need.”

“Um, o-okay. So…so what do
you
need?”

He lowered himself down, just a bit. The slight pressure of his hot flesh radiated through her top. “See me, Abigail.”

She looked into his eyes.

“Does that hurt?” he asked.

Why would he think that would hurt? “No, feels good. More?”

Again, he lowered. The veins in his forearms stood out. Not from his weight, just because he was built like that. “How about that?”

Now the firm column of his cock was nestled at the apex of her sex. The bare skin tingled. Thank God she’d shaved before going to the bar. His cock was warm and silky, sliding easily, leaking precum to ease its way. He gently rocked against her mound.

“Wait, I don’t have a condom,” he said as he pulled away from her.

She grabbed his hips to pull him back. “It’s okay. I know you’re clean, and I’m clean too. It’s been a long time since I’ve been with anyone. I’m on the pill. Please, Sean, don’t pull away.”

He leaned his hips back into place. “I really want this. Are you sure?”

“Yes, I’m sure,” she said and lifted her hips to rub her pussy along his long shaft. “Ah, mmmm…more,” she purred.

“Tell me if I hurt you. I’m heavy.” He shifted his thigh on the bed and pressed farther against her body. He was covering her, giving her what she’d asked for, what she desperately needed. “Move your hands, baby. I won’t touch your shirt, I promise. I don’t want to crush your hands.”

He lifted up just enough so she could move her hands. What was she supposed to do with them now? She tucked them against her chest and tried to take a deep breath.

“Do you want me to stop?”

“Huh? No…no, please don’t stop.”

“Good, because you feel amazing. You’re so soft, baby. My dick can’t wait to slide into you. Give me your mouth.”

His demand was just what she needed. The tension in her body melted against the mattress. He’d promised not to lift her shirt. She could take everything he was going to give. She did as he asked and tipped her chin up to him in offering.

“Good girl.”

She didn’t want to close her eyes, but was afraid he’d think she was a freak if he saw her watching them kiss. Her lids drifted closed. The first touch was feather soft. It was a mere distraction for the constant stroking going on against her pussy lips. He’d managed to slide his cock between her thighs, coaxing the small bundle of nerves to peek out from its hood. With every thrust, her clit got a rub. Her hips tentatively rose, seeking the sensation. He was giving her exactly what she needed.

She felt swallowed whole. Warm, strong flesh pressing against her much softer form. He would protect her. He would be her knight. He would take all the demons away. She fingered the tips of his short hair.

His firm lips danced with hers, leading the mating of their tongues. Abigail had always liked to kiss. She liked the kiss she got standing at the altar all those years ago. She liked them the first two years of her marriage—before he hit her.
Not now, don’t think about that now.

“Open your eyes, Abigail.”

She did, and boy, was she glad. His eyes were sparkling with his smiling, kissing lips. It wasn’t smug. The tilt of his parting lips was sweet, knowing. He was passionate and full of joy. “I-I see you, Sean.”

She had given him what he needed. He drove his tongue deep into the cavern of her mouth, plunging, taking. She swung her arms around his neck to pull him down farther, not caring if his big body suffocated her. She hadn’t really lived until this moment. Until Sean.

He nestled his tight waist between her spread thighs. She widened her legs farther to give him better access. His mouth never left hers as he prodded again. They both smiled and laughed. “I really wanted to do more than this, but I don’t think I can wait. Can we take our time and go slow next time? I want to feel you, Abigail. I love the way you feel under me.”

He’d said there was going to be a
next time
. Oh goodness, she wasn’t prepared to survive this one. She tilted her hips up, and he slid home.

He lifted his head to catch his breath. His arms wrapped under her shoulders to cradle the back of her head in his palms. “Shit, oh God, Abigail. You feel so good, so warm.”

“Y-You too. You feel even bigger than you look.”

“Oh God, Abigail!” He pulled his hips back, slipping his cock free from her body.

“No. Please don’t stop.”

“Are you really sure this is what you want?” Those puppy-dog eyes were pleading as much as the hard cock resting between her thighs.

“Uh-huh. Sean, I want you. Please, I need you.”

He laid his weight back on her and crushed his lips against her mouth. She felt the wet tip of his cock seek her opening and slide in. He was big, but the fullness made her feel whole, safe. He was possessing her, making her his. She so wanted to be his.

He fucked her pussy and her mouth in unison. She’d never been kissed so deeply or passionately in all her life. Fear welled up inside her chest. Would she be able to go back to the other, the lonely afternoons and even lonelier nights?

“You all right?” His warm lips slid across her cheek to her ear. “Tell me this is all right.”

She stroked the ridges of muscle along his spine. He was so solid, nothing could hurt him. “Yes, it feels so good. I’m close. Put your hand on me, make me come.”

He maneuvered his hand between their wrestling bodies and flicked his finger over her clit. She was soaked. The slick tickle made her hips buck. The tip of his cock hit her cervix, making her jolt.

“Sorry, did I hurt you?”

She smiled. “You’re just kind of long. Maybe not so deep yet?”

A sweet blush painted his cheeks. “Okay.”

He tilted his hips back a bit to make their mating more comfortable for her. The angle was perfect, and she locked her hips. “Sean…Sean…”

“Come for me, baby. I want to watch you come on my dick.”

She squeezed her eyes shut and let the pleasure tip her over the edge. The explosion rocked through her body as Sean carefully pounded into her, forcing the powerful orgasm to go on forever.

“Fuck, Abigail!” Sean pulled his cock free as her pussy continued to spasm. “You do it.”

She reached down and stroked the long shaft. It was slick and wet from her juices. The hot liquid spilled out of the tiny slit to cover her smooth mound. A few spurts even reached all the way up to the cleavage peeking out from her tank top.

“Damn, girl. Your body was built for fucking.”

The crude comment somehow made her feel more like a woman than if he’d recited some purple prose from a Shakespearean sonnet. “Oh yeah?”

He pressed a sweet kiss to the tip of her nose. “Definitely.”

Abigail fingered the smooth skin covering his chest. “How did you get this one?” She ran her fingertip along a small scar crossing his collarbone. They weren’t so different.
If I can accept his, maybe he can accept mine.

“Some fighters cheat. They put sharp things between their knuckles.”

“Oh my God. That’s dangerous.”

He laughed as he rolled off her body. As soon as his heat left, she wanted to curl up on her side and hide. The euphoria of his lust was gone. Would he regret what they’d done?

“It’s dangerous. I almost lost my right eye once.”

“Did you hit the guy back?”

He stood up and started toward the door. Panic struck her, and she fumbled to grab for the blanket to cover up.

“Hell, yes, I hit him back. What are you doing?”

“Huh?” She’d managed to get halfway under the blanket.

“Come on, let’s take a shower. You need to get to the shoot, and I’m going to hit the bookstore.”

“The shower… You go on ahead. I’ll clean up the breakfast stuff first.”

He stood and watched her as if he wanted to say more. “I can do that. You know it’s okay for me to see you naked. I hope you know that. No matter what…it’s okay.”

Abigail didn’t know what to say. It wasn’t okay for him to see her naked. He just didn’t know that. “I know, silly bird. I just want to get things straightened up. You go on ahead.” Her heart ached to stand under the warm spray with him, let him wash her back and trail kisses down her spine.

“Suit yourself.” He started out the door. “Stop checking out my ass, Abigail.”

She threw a pillow in his direction. “You’re naked! I have to!”

She heard the water from the shower, then his voice as he talked to her dog. The damn mutt went into the bathroom with him! She tugged on a pair of sweatpants, then overheard something about going for a walk tomorrow and new treats. She went into the kitchen to clean up the wonderful breakfast Sean had made. The smile that lit her face had nothing to do with the plates she started to load into the dishwasher.

SEAN TOWELED HIS wet head. “You know, Penelope, that woman is amazing.” He wiped the steam from the small oval mirror and looked down at the Corgi lying on her side. The dog made him laugh. She always looked like she was smiling up at him. “But you probably already know that.