Notes in Love by Hetherington Megan

Author:Hetherington, Megan
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Independent
Published: 2020-05-07T16:00:00+00:00

Fourteen

Lacey

Fingertips trace across my cheek, tickling me awake.

“Wake up, sleepy head.”

I blink open my sleep-filled eyes, amazed that the sun is high in the sky already.

“We’re late.” I frantically try to move my languid muscles into a sitting position. My overthinking brain in overdrive. Mrs. Corrigan will starve, like an emaciated prisoner in her bed. The ranch hands will cuss at their boss not showing up. Colt has seen all my scars and regrets every minute of last night.

“Shush.” Colt leans in and kisses my mouth until my head sinks back into the pillow, my heartbeat returns to a normal rhythm and the panic subsides. Although my embarrassment remains.

Eventually he straightens; his golden eyes alive and bright. “There’s no rush.” His finger glides down my nose, across my tingling lips and stutters across every ridge on my neck.

With twinkling eyes, he pulls his lip in between his teeth and lets it slowly plump back out. “How you feeling this morning?” His question and facial expression are loaded with innuendo, and I arch my back off the mattress and squeeze together my thighs in answer. This display of unadulterated affection catapults my libido into the stratosphere. And, in case I’m in any doubt about how he’s feeling, he rolls his hips until his hard length presses against my leg.

My body aches, and pulses deliciously where it is sore. We made love maybe four times last night, and the only reason I’m not sure is because at least once there was no pause in between. Each time a luscious, lazy luxury. And although he saw my scars—traced a finger or a placed kiss over them—not once did he ask me about them.

I giggle as he tweaks my sensitized nipple. This carefree sound is a novelty for me.

“Did I tell you last night how beautiful you are?”

I smile. “I don’t remember, did you?” I writhe against the continuous torture he subjects my nipple to.

He pulls back, a wounded expression flattens his features before an inevitable grin spreads and the dimple on his left cheek pops awake. I raise my fingertip to it.

“You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever known.”

I flick back to his stare. I don’t believe him, but I believe he thinks that. Today, anyhow. Tomorrow may be different again. Or if not tomorrow, the day after. But for now, I love him for saying it and try hard to accept it. Because I know to have any chance of healing, I have to open up and not bat away every compliment.

But I will never lose a sense of reality. That’s a given. Whichever fairytale prince comes my way, I’m too damaged to accept I will be their forever princess. I’ve seen too many dark knights manipulate women into thinking they are entitled to a happily ever after, only to throw them into the dragon’s lair at the last minute. So for protection, I have grown scales made from an everlasting armor.

But I can at least seize the moment.

I bat my eyelashes so I can focus on him.

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