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the place. I saw some of the décor in movies and asked the designer to make it happen.” He smiled and wrapped his arm around me while placing kisses on my neck.
    “I like it,” I said honestly.
    I could feel his smile on my shoulder. “Good, I’m glad, but if there’s anything you don’t like, you can change it.”
    “Oh, no. This is your place. I couldn’t—especially if we broke up,” I exclaimed, tilting my head to look at him.
    He gave me a peck on my lips and chuckled. “You’re cute. I keep telling you that I have no intention of letting you go, but you don’t seem to get it.”
    “You haven’t seen me naked. I’m sure that you’ve had beauties in your bed. I’m not one of them,” I said throwing my cards out on the table.
    “You’re not beautiful? Now, I sincerely beg to differ.” I watched as he started undoing his shirt buttons then pulled the shirt from his pants. Taking it off completely along with his undershirt, he stood there for me to see his chest. “This is me. I can’t show you the rest until I get you naked and have my dessert, but you see these scars. Do they turn you off?”
    “No, not at all.” I was mesmerized actually. I wanted to lick his chest and rub it until I melted with all his sexiness.
    “But you think yours would bother me. Why? I’m covered in scars.” He shrugged at me.
    “Because you’ve been with so many women. And well…I’ve never done this before.” I let the cat out of the bag. I was shocked and nervous hoping that he would say something, but it took him a moment to gather his thoughts. So taken with his naked torso, I pressed my hand to his chest touching his scars, wanting to kiss each one of them.
    “Listen to me and listen well. You think you’re the only one who’s nervous? Well, you’re wrong. I hated my scars until you told me that they didn’t bother you. No matter what anyone said, all I saw was a beast in the mirror. With your hands on them caressing me with such gentle tenderness, you make me feel like they don’t matter anymore.”
    “They don’t,” I replied looking into his soul-penetrating eyes.
    “I wasn’t done, my heart. I’m in the same boat as you. I’ve never done this either. No woman has ever been in my bed. Well, except you the last two days. I dreamed of you lying in bed taking me over and over again.”
    I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Could he be saying what I thought he was? “Are you telling me you’re a virgin?”
    “Yes, I am. I was too young to date before the accident. Afterwards, I never let a woman in. I felt terrible about my wounds. Strange looks and cruel comments can destroy a young man. Now, I can’t say I didn’t have urges, I was still a growing boy, but I handled those needs.” He eyed my body focusing on the wet heat hidden from his view through a pair of jeans. With a raised brow he asked, “Have you ever handled your needs?”
    “Yes,” I said nodding slightly. Ever since I saw his picture, I’d handled myself.
    “Good. We can learn from each other without me wanting to bash a man’s head in, and you not comparing yourself to anyone. I’ve never wanted anyone before I met you, and I won’t ever desire anyone else. You’re my beginning, middle, and end.”
    We left Bruno in the downstairs bathroom for the night with his doggy bed. Then Dexter picked up me and my bag and carried us to his bedroom.
    I pressed my warm hand back to his chest, rubbing one of the most prominent scars that intrigued me. I felt him shiver; and when I looked up, his eyes were warm and smiling at me. Once we reached his room, he set me down on my feet. I barely reached his chest, but I stepped up on my tip toes and kissed the spot I had caressed. That was all he needed to take my desire serious.
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    Her body felt so perfect against mine as I carried her up the stairs. When her hand touched my chest, a thrill of excitement, hope, and love rushed through me. I couldn't get to the bedroom fast