His gaze flitted up, and I wondered if he had realized what he'd started and now wanted to back out. Yet that wasn't at all what I saw when my eyes met his. Charlie's chest heaved, and I finally let go of the air I'd held and hoped he couldn't feel my erratic pulse.
With care and tenderness, he spread my top open and exposed my marred skin. I didn't glance down; I knew what I looked like. What was once a creamy, smooth surface now looked like a battlefield. Charlie dropped his gaze and one by one, he kissed every mark. I took deep breaths each time his lips met a battle wound, and I attempted to relax, but having Charlie Burin this close kept me in a constant state of arousal.
The mattress dipped as Charlie moved the blankets and situated himself between my thighs. And when he dragged
