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edge of her soft cotton pants. The lower they dropped, the more extensive the damage, the single lines meshing into crosshatches and batches of uneven dips and valleys where the skin and muscle had been torn away prior to healing.
    “Shit—that must have hurt.” He sat on the bed, patting the place beside him then reaching a hand to her. She joined him hesitantly, crawling over to bury her face in his neck, her body shaking against his.
    “Sorry, I thought I could do this. I thought I was strong enough, but I’m still freaking out.” Her voice was a whisper, and he carefully wrapped his arms around her and held her close.
    “Shh, it’s okay. Tell me what happened.”
    “I slid. Thirty feet free fall down the wall, most of it jagged granite. The rocks were sharp enough they cut my clothing away, and shredded my harness. By the time I landed, I had broken four ribs and my left leg, dislocated my shoulder and had lacerations from wrist to ankle. A concussion that put me out for a couple of days. The rescue crew was amazed I hadn’t broken my neck. They figured my flexibility and muscle strength saved me.”
    “You survived because you’re strong.”
    Melanie shrugged, her ear resting on his chest. “My life changed.”
    He smoothed her back with tiny circles, caught in an erotic torture as her bare breasts rubbed his chest. Damned if he’d move ahead until she was ready, but shit, he hadn’t lied. Just the smell of her skin made him hard, and now holding her half-naked body in his arms? Screw the scars, he wanted her badly.
    So tell her.
    “I understand why you’re afraid, but…” Maybe actions would speak louder than words. He caught her hand and pulled it between their bodies, pressing her palm against his cock where it rose between them. “Does it seem as if I’m turned off at the thought of being with you?”
    Melanie laughed again, this time a short gasp. She’d been on the verge of tears, and that was not where he wanted this to go. He would wait as patiently as possible. Of course, while he waited, he could make it clear he had no objections to her body whatsoever. He lay back on the bed and took her with him, draping her over his chest and continuing to stroke her warm skin. She squirmed and her gorgeous tits pressed tight to him again. His cock jerked against his briefs. Her temple was within reach, so he kissed it. Then with a little roll they were side by side and her lips were once again accessible.
    Kissing her breathless seemed the best way to get her mind off what wasn’t an issue. Not tonight. Not with him. And kissing his way down her body to her breasts was the next natural progression. He held her gently, thumb and forefingers creating a half cup to press the mound of her breast upward. A slow lick over one tip, the hard point wonderful against his tongue. When she moaned, he tore his gaze upward to make sure she was still on board. Melanie struggled up on her elbows, shaking her head slightly.
    “What?” He moved his other hand to play with her nipple.
    “It really doesn’t bother you?”
    “Kissing you?”
    She rolled her eyes. “Now you’re being deliberately obtuse. My scars.”
    “They don’t bother me.” All he wanted was to touch her. To get back to what they were doing. He wasn’t ignoring her pain, or the damage the accident had done to her mind and soul, but wanted to show her the fears about her body at least were groundless. He leaned in and took her nipple into his mouth again, the one on the side where the scarring was. Working slowly, he skimmed his fingertips along the sides of her torso, touching and teasing her skin. Slipping his fingers under the waistband of her pants, he pulled them away.
    He slid down the mattress to dip his tongue into her belly button and play with the tiny purple jewel nestled there. All his senses were heightened as he tasted her. The sweet scent of her soap clung to her skin and turned his exploration into an olfactory delight. He