Hot Blooded, page 29
Rhys hesitated, his hands shaking at the thought of touching her bare skin. He revisited their kisses every night in his dreams. He couldn’t have her this close and not take her, but if Cassie was right and Lily was once abused, he had to let her make the first move.
He grasped the zipper and slowly pulled it down. The neck of her dress gapped and creamy bare skin became visible. Then he saw her red bra. He swallowed, desire riding him hard.
Lily shifted so that the dress fell from her left shoulder. Rhys saw the vertical mark that ran over four inches from her shoulder down her back and about an inch wide. The scar was leathery, indicating it was a burn.
Fury, deep and dark, surged. The longer Rhys stared at the wound, the more he wanted to find the bastard and envelope him in dragon fire. Nothing burned as hot as a dragon’s fire.
Rhys ran his hand along the scar. He knew the answer, but he asked, “Who did this to you?”
“Someone I trusted. Someone I gave my love to. A boyfriend I lived with.”
Rhys was about to zip up her dress when he spotted something else on her back. He gently moved aside the dress from her right shoulder and saw more scars. They were thin, white, indicating they were older.
His hands shook from the ferocity of his wrath. “He did all of this?”
“Yes.”
“With what?”
Lily took a deep breath. “The largest scar was from a fire poker. The others were from whatever was in reach. Sometimes his pocket knife, sometimes his cigarettes.”
Rhys finished unzipping her dress and got the full view of her back. It was riddled with scars. Some burns, as she said from the ends of a cigarette, and others cuts.
“Only your back?” he asked around the emotion thickening his throat. He couldn’t understand why someone would want to hurt a person as sweet and beautiful as Lily.
Lily stepped away before she faced him. She let the dress drop. “He made sure never to hurt me where others could see.”
In all his eons of years, the only time Rhys had ever felt such outrage was when he sent his dragons away. Now, as he looked at Lily’s stomach, as scarred as her back, he couldn’t comprehend anyone doing something so heinous.
The amount of courage it took her to show him was staggering. When Rhys asked his question, he wasn’t sure what he would show her. Now he knew. Now there was no doubt what he would let her see.
Rhys took off his jacket and carefully folded it to lay it across the stool next to him. Then he unbuttoned his shirt and removed it. He didn’t take his eyes from Lily’s face, so he was able to see her lips part and a look of awe fall over her face.
Lily couldn’t stop herself from closing the distance and putting her hands on such an amazing piece of artwork. The dragon, a curious mix of black and red ink, was intricate, the shading masterful.
She was mesmerized by the tattoo, running the pads of her fingers along it. The head of the dragon was on Rhys’s right pec. The body of the dragon stretched across Rhys’s impressive chest almost as if it were lying down with its wings tucked. The tail however, went over Rhys’s left shoulder and then wrapped around his left arm, stopping at his elbow. The planning and drawing of such art must have taken months, not to mention the time it took to get the tattoo.
Lily lifted her gaze to Rhys’s blue eyes. “This is … I don’t have adequate words. I’ve never seen such beautifully elegant, and yet fiercely intense work. Still, I can’t be the only one to see this.”
Though she hated to admit it, Lily knew Rhys bedded other women. They had to have seen the tattoo.
“I doona willingly show this.”
“Why?” she asked in disbelief. “It’s gorgeous.”
Rhys shrugged. “I have my reasons. When I take a woman to my bed, it’s either too dark for her to see, or I take her from behind.”
Lily returned her gaze to the dragon, but that’s not what she saw. She indulged herself on the perfection that was Rhys. Hard sinew, flawless and impeccably shaped, warmed beneath her palms from his thick shoulders to the washboard stomach to his narrow waist.
She slid her hand along the bulging muscles of his arm where the dragon tail was and imagined those arms around her, holding her close. Not so long ago that dream had been reality. It was a fleeting moment in time, but it was branded upon her mind for all eternity.
“If others have seen this, it wasna because I wanted to show it,” Rhys said in a low voice.
“This art was meant to be seen. Why would you get this and then hide it?” she asked and tilted her head back to look at him.
Rhys’s chest expanded as he drew in a breath. “It’s … complicated.”
“I show you scars. You show me beauty.”
“Those scars are part of you. They tell a story of your courage and strength.”
Lily felt her eyes sting with unshed tears. “It took me years to get up the nerve to leave him.”
“But leave him you did.”
“Yes.” If only she’d found someone like Rhys—no, if only she’d found Rhys—instead of Dennis, how different her life would be. “I walked away from my family for him.”
“Focus on the part where you left him.”
It was good advice, because the last person Lily wanted to think about being so close to Rhys was Dennis. The bastard had no place in her life in any way, shape, or form.
Rhys’s gaze intensified as he stared down at her. “It takes a special kind of bravery to do what you’ve done.”
“If I was as strong as you think, I’d take what I really want.”
“Which is?”
As soon as the words left his mouth, she rose up and placed her lips on his. Lily wasn’t sure where such daring came from. Perhaps it was standing in her bra and panties after allowing him to see the ugliness of her body. Perhaps it was how gently he ran his fingers over her scars, causing her eyes to fill with tears. Because how could anyone look or touch her and feel passion?
Perhaps it was because he showed her his tat.
Regardless, she wanted another kiss, and she wasn’t going to let the night end without it.
Lily began to pull away when Rhys wrapped an arm around her, bringing her close. He rested his forehead against her while he let his fingers trail lightly down her arm.
“I’ve been craving that all night,” he whispered.
Chills raced over Lily’s skin. She slid her arms around his neck, shivering when his caress traced down her side to her hip around to her buttocks. Her breath was coming rapidly, her body heating from the need coiling within her. She sucked in a breath when he cupped her ass and pulled her against the hardness of his arousal.
Rhys’s other hand shifted upward, delving into her hair. “Doona tease, sweet Lily.”
Lily realized then that he was letting her take the lead. A man who was always in charge was giving her the reins. She knew it was because of her past, but that didn’t matter. The simple fact that he was thinking of her when no one else had made her breath catch.
Rhys was able to reach into her very soul in one instance and repair years of damage Dennis wrought. If there was any doubt in her mind that Rhys wasn’t unique and exceptional, it was gone now.
She looked into his eyes. Her heart thumped, her blood hammered in her ears. The desire was no longer hidden in his gaze. It shone bright for all to see. This was her moment, her shining instant where her wish to have Rhys was granted.
Lily lifted her mouth to his, but it wasn’t for the chaste kiss from a moment ago. All of her desire, all of her longing … all of her yearning was poured into the kiss.
And Rhys’s answering moan was all it took to spur her onward.
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New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Donna Grant has been praised for her “totally addictive” and “unique and sensual” stories. She’s the author of more than thirty novels spanning multiple genres of romance including the bestselling Dark King stories, Dark Craving, Night’s Awakening, and Dawn’s Desire. Her acclaimed Dark Warrior and Dark Sword series novels feature a thrilling combination of Druids, primeval gods, and immortal Highlanders who are dark, dangerous, and irresistible. She lives with her husband, two children, a dog, and four cats in Colorado.
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