Left for Wild - Harloe Rae Page 0,101
Another opportunity to study every glorious inch of him never arose either.
Our limits there no longer apply in any capacity. Any flaws we’ve earned are about to be exposed. Halder is brave enough to shed his armor before me. Now those jagged marks are on full display under the lamp light.
He runs a palm over the wounds long healed. Deep grooves cut across his forehead as he grimaces. “Pretty badass for a computer geek, huh?”
The hinges of my jaw pop open with a wheeze. “Holy shit, Halder. What happened?”
“I didn’t escape unscathed.”
“Those are from prison?”
A disjointed shrug drags my focus to his permanent reminders. “It’s a brutal place, Blakely. There’s no space for weakness.”
All I can manage are rapid blinks, barely concealing the moisture collecting behind my lids. He mistakes my silence for something other than admiration, the openness in his expression shutting down with his guard. “Don’t pity me, sweetheart. I can’t handle that from you.”
I narrow my eyes, piercing him with an arrow of sincerity. “Pity is the last thing I feel, boss man. You’re a survivor. I’m in awe of you. Those scars are a testament to the battles you’ve fought. The fact you’re here to show them off means you won.”
Halder’s gaze skitters off me. “You make me sound like a noble warrior.”
I trace the worst lines bisecting his left pec. “That’s how I see you. This was a position you were forced to play. You never quit. Quite the opposite.”
“Fuck, I love you.” He digs his fingers into my hair, hauling me against him.
“And I love you.” I tilt my chin up to find his lips waiting for me. The heat from earlier returns with more force, cocooning us in molten steam. He bites my upper lip between his teeth. I exhale a groan while angling closer. Our lust is roaring loud enough to shatter my eardrums. In the fever of our kiss, I reverse our position and shove him toward the bed. “My turn.”
Halder’s ass lands on the mattress with a whoosh. His grip on the blanket is white-knuckled, as if he’s forcing himself to remain seated. “I’ve never had the pleasure of staring at you naked without the threat of hypothermia breathing down my neck.”
A thrill zigzags down my spine. “I better make this the best reveal ever.”
“No pressure from me.” The tent in his briefs screams otherwise.
I ditch my pants with a swift downward tug. The cowlneck tunic soon follows. My plain camisole gets whisked off with an effortless hook of two fingers. Colorful layers scatter in a crumpled heap around me, fluttering to the floor with a quiet rasp. All that’s left to maintain my modesty is a lace thong and matching bra. I snap the strap at my shoulder before slipping it off. The opposite side gets the same treatment. With a backward reach, I pinch the clasp to release my boobs from their push-up confinement. I grin while accentuating my best assets, overstepping one leg across the path into the other in an elegant rendition of a prowl. In my mind, I’m a total vixen ready to stake her claim. The heavy bob in Halder’s throat as I approach fuels that notion with an exhilarating boost.
He allows me to straddle his thighs, pretending that I’m capable of commanding him. We’re both well aware that he could easily overpower me and dominate my hunger for him without breaking a sweat. The steely length of him notches into place along my satin-covered slit. A tingle teases my clit, and I bite back a moan. There’s no stopping my urge to rock against him. I exhale a pure stream of yearning across his parting lips. “You’re very hard for me.”
Halder swallows my desire with an audible gulp. His fingers dig into the dip at my waist. With a snap of his hips, a burst of stars dance across my vision. “This is all for you. Only you, sweetheart.”
I nudge his shoulder, and he flops down against the bed. With a smooth caress, I swipe a palm across the valley of scars telling a tale of horror. These imperfections are beautiful in their own way, mostly because they’re attached to him and his victory. Leaning in, I press delicate kisses to each badge of honor. I’m hoping to erase all traces of pain. Each seal of my lips is meant to soothe and heal. Halder is a stone statue under my spotlight. He indulges my methods without uttering a complaint. Only the thundering