Tapestries 03 - Woven Dreams by N. J. Walters Page B

never be whole again.” His voice was harsh, but she wasn’t the slightest bit afraid of him. “My body is scarred forever.” Wrapping her fingers around his wrist, she pulled his hand from her breast. Raising it to her lips, she kissed the stubs where his fingers had been. Frozen like a statue, he stood before her. Only his chest moved up and down as his breathing deepened. “I am sorry for the pain you have suffered. Recovering from such a severe injury could not have been easy.” Cupping his hand against her jaw, she sighed. “But I am so very glad that you survived and that you are here with me.”
    “Genny,” he began, but broke off suddenly as if he didn’t quite know how to continue.
    She shook her head. “It matters not. None of it does.” She lightly bit the pads at the base of his fingers. “Not what happened. Not my life before. Not tomorrow.” Tentatively she licked one of his fingers and smiled when he groaned. “All that matters is here and now.”
    Extricating his hand from her grip, he used his thumb to tip her chin upward. For a moment, she thought he might argue with her. Instead he shook his head and offered her a slight smile. “Here. Now.”
    She nodded. Jarmon had suffered at the hands of her family and she wanted to do something to repay all that he had lost. But beyond that, she felt a deep connection to him. He knew what it was to suffer and she knew that the marks on her back had affected him. She trusted him to be gentle with her, to make her first experience a 48
    memorable one. The connection went beyond the physical though. Something about him called to her in a way that no other man ever had. It was if her very soul was crying out for his. She knew that there was no way their relationship could last, but she wanted this time with him. She knew she’d have no regrets.
    Gripping her waist, he lifted her, seating her on the flat rock. The surface was smooth and heated by the sun. “Lie back.” Unable to deny him anything, she did so.
    His large hands supported her until she was flat on her back on the rock.
    “Is it too hard against your back?”
    It took her a moment to understand that he was asking about the almost-faded bruises and welts. She shook her head. “I’m fine.” They didn’t bother her at all anymore and she knew that within a few more days they’d be totally gone.
    He shifted her slightly until her bottom was perched right on the edge with her legs hanging over the side and her feet dangling in the water. She had to close her eyes against the glare of the sun, but the heat felt good on her skin.
    “Spread your legs,” he murmured. She shifted them apart and felt his hips wedge between her thighs. His cock brushed against her sex. “You are beautiful, Genny.” The way he looked at her. The way he touched her. Jarmon made her believe that she was truly beautiful. “That feels good.” Her voice was low and sultry—inviting.
    Jarmon leaned over her, the movement pressing his erection more firmly against the swollen, damp lips of her sex. He traced his fingers around the edges of her areolas, not quite touching them. His much larger body blocked some of the sun’s rays, so Genny opened her eyes, blinking several times until they adjusted. Jarmon’s eyes were not on her body but on her face, and when she looked at him, he smiled. It wasn’t a large one, but it made him look younger and oh so appealing. A strand of his long hair fell over his shoulder and touched her stomach. She sucked in a breath as it tickled her.
    He chuckled. “Ticklish are you? I’ll have to remember that.” Catching her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, he gently squeezed. The unexpected caress made her cry out as pleasure shot from her breasts to her core. She could feel her juices flowing from her body and seeping around Jarmon’s cock. “You’re so responsive.” There was awe as well as pleasure in his voice.
    Lowering his head, he licked her torso from navel to