She raised her backside off the bed and he slowly pushed them down, her panties going with them, while his hands stroked her skin the entire way. The texture of her scales under his palm fascinated him. In addition to framing her face and running down her arms, they also ran down either side of her torso and the outside of her legs to her ankles. They were silky smooth and shimmered under even the barest hint of light. Grady found them… magical.
“I love the way you look at me,” Lark breathed.
Grady’s eyes flicked up to hers as his fingertips continued to stroke over the curve of her hip. Her irises were such a vivid green that they seemed to glow even brighter in the low light of the bedroom.
“Like you really do think I’m beautiful.”
The wonder on her face stilled his hand. When she’d been in a coma, Jayla had confided in him, told him that Lark had struggled for a long time with her appearance and the way people stared. He hadn’t understood it then and he didn’t understand it now. Lark was gorgeous, and if anyone was staring at her it was because of that. But it was clear to him that she didn’t see it that way. His chest constricted at the thought, hating that she held even a glimmer of self-doubt. She was everything. Smart. Amazing. Powerful. Unique. And lovely beyond words.
“Youarebeautiful,” he told her. “You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”
She smiled softly, but that shadow of doubt lingered in her eyes. She didn’t believe him.
Sometimes you need to see to believe. Picking her up again, he carried her to her closet and opened the door where he knew a full-length mirror was hung. Setting her on her feet in front of him, he looked over her shoulder at their reflection. “Look at you,” he breathed into her ear as he stroked the back of his fingers down the scales that framed her face. “Look at us together.”
Her breathing hitched as he cupped her breasts, his thumbs stroking over the stiff, rosy peaks. He flicked his tongue against the scales on the side of her neck but his eyes continued to hold her gaze in the mirror. “See yourself through my eyes,” he told her. “See how gorgeous you are to me.”
Splaying his palm between her breasts, he stroked downward.
With a ragged breath, Lark raised her arm, her hand landing on the nape of his neck and she turned her head toward him.
“Don’t look away,” he chastised. “Keep your eyes on us. See how much I love this body of yours.” His hips nudged against her backside. “Feel what it does to me.”
His cock was like an iron rod in his pants. There was no way she could miss feeling the proof of his desire.
“I love everything about you. Every inch of you is beautiful. These,” he said, sweeping his fingertips over the scales on her hips. “These,” he repeated, palming her breasts. “And this,” he told her as his hand slid down to the hot, tight place between her thighs.
His fingers slid deeper, finding that swollen bundle of nerves slick with her desire and he groaned. “What you do to me…” He ground his erection against her.
Lark’s face was flushed, her incredible eyes hugely dilated, and her mouth was open as she panted. Her hips undulated, riding his fingers, her back arching to press her breast into the metallic hand that still cupped her, and through it all, her gaze stayed on the mirror. As did his.
Grady gritted his teeth. She was so hot, wet, and swollen for him, and the sight of them like this was so arousing he was close to coming in his pants.
“Tell me you see it,” he demanded, his voice guttural as his fingers slid inside her wet channel while the heel of his hand worked the top of her core.
Her eyes closed as a gasp left her lips.
“Open your eyes, Lark. Tell me you see it.”
“I see it,” she cried, her eyes popping open. “I see it. Oh, God! Grady!”
Her fingernails dug into the back of his neck and he relished the tiny bite of pain, knowing she was so close to the edge.
He sucked her earlobe into his mouth, nipping it gently with his teeth. “You are beautiful,” he repeated. “Come for me. I want to watch you come as you ride my fingers.”
Her body tightened, her back arched, and her mouth opened on a wordless scream as she came, pulsing around his fingers and Grady watched her through heavy-lidded eyes, holding her against him as she shuddered and bucked.
“Gorgeous,” he breathed.
Her arm dropped limply to her side as the tension in her body loosened and she sagged back against him confident that he’d have no trouble bracing her weight. He welcomed it, holding her close as he nuzzled into her neck.
Gently, he clamped his teeth onto her shoulder and then licked the skin. “Do you believe me now?”
“Mm. I do. Though I might need another lesson or two in front of a mirror in the future.” Her voice was breathy, velvety from her release, and made his cock kick in appreciation.
“Anytime.” She certainly wouldn’t need to twist his arm. That had been hot as hell.
With a soft smile, she turned in his arms. Her hand slid between them to grip the thick ridge of his erection through his pants. “But we still have work to do,” she purred.
