“I love you. I should have said it before, but I thought we had more time. Which is stupid. There’s no reason to wait. I love you. Not falling in love. I. Love. You. With all my heart. I know it’s soon, but it’s how I feel. And?—”
“Bea.” It’s said on an exhaled breath. “I loveyou.” Indy frames my face with his hands and holds my gaze. “I love you. I was waiting, too. I didn’t want to rush… But you’re so right. Both of us should know by now…”
I press my lips to his.
The sirens grow louder.
Flashing lights bounce off the cars around us.
“I love you,” I repeat once we break the kiss. “And I know this isn’t the most romantic time to say it. But I do. And I don’t want to wait another minute for you to know how I feel.”
“Bea.”
That look in his eyes is back. But now I recognize it for what it is.
Love.
“I love you,” he says. “And I don’t care about romance. Well. I do. I want to do all the romantic things for you. Flowers and dates and fancy pots that we can’t tell your mom about. But you’re right. Saying I love you? There’s no wrong time for that.”
“Indy.”
And despite the chaos of the situation, the fact that we could have been killed, that police cars are swarming around us and there are two people witnessing our first time saying we love each other, it’s true.
There’s no wrong time to say I love you.
CHAPTER 21
2 MONTHS LATER
INDY
Whoever inventedvelvet-lined cuffs is a genius.
As my gaze drags over Bea’s gloriously naked body, I send a mentalthank youto the person who first came up with the idea.
I like holding her wrists with my hands, too. When we have sex that way, I’m closer to her; close enough to see the flecks of blue and silver in her eyes, to feel her nipples brushing my chest, close enough to capture her mouth and ravish it.
But with the handcuffs, I can use my hands forotherthings.
I can plump her sweet breasts in my palm, using my fingers to tease the rosy tips into hard peaks. I can reach between her legs to find her little bud, working it until Bea’s hips are jerking and she’s pleading for me to sink inside her. I can use my right hand to trace intricate patterns across her body, along her belly and hips and that sensitive spot on her collarbone.
I thought it might be strange, touching her with my prosthetic like that. But Bea says she likes it. “It’s still youtouching me,” she explained. “But I like how the coolness feels against my skin. It gives me goosebumps in the best way.”
And if Bea likes something, I’ll do it gladly.
With Bea’s arms still stretched above her head and cuffed to the new bed I bought just for this purpose, her eyes glazed with desire and her skin flushed with excitement, I’m certain she’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
Her lips curve into a teasing smile as she watches my gaze move across her body. “Are you planning to keep me here all morning just so you can look at me?”
“Maybe.” I trail a finger between her breasts and down past her silken belly, ending between her thighs. She shivers as I stroke her sensitized skin. “Keeping you here all morning sounds like a pretty good idea to me.”
“Indy.” It’s lightly scolding. “We have plans. I can’t stay in bed all morning. Even though—” She gasps as I slide my finger inside her. “Oh.Indy.”
We could go for another round. I know Bea wouldn’t really complain. But I won’t. Because we really do have plans for the day. Some Bea knows about, and one thing she doesn’t.
Although.
She looks so damn sexy right now.
