“Indy.” I pull him back down to me. “I don’t care about that. If you’re touching me, that’s all I care about. And trust me. It won’t be weird.”
I’ve never seen Indy look more vulnerable.
And I’ve never seen him look more hopeful.
“Are you sure?”
I lace my fingers between his. “Yes. It won’t be weird at all. It’ll be perfect.”
CHAPTER 13
INDY
It’slike I’m perched at the edge of the waterfall again.
Except this time, I’m scared to jump.
Four-years-ago me wouldn’t have believed it.
Hesitating when I have the woman of my actual dreams stretched out beneath me.
Everything about Bea is perfect. Everything about thismomentis perfect.
Except me.
I’m the broken part.
And even though Bea says she doesn’t care about my hand, it’s hard to accept it.
It’s not that I think she’s lying to me. She wouldn’t. Not about this.
Shethinksit’s okay.
But that’s just in theory. What about the cold reality of it? When she’s expecting the warm touch of my skin but feels cool metal instead? Will she still want me then?
I want Bea more than anything. And she’s right here, offering herself to me.
Her skirt is hitched up to her waist, her legs spread in invitation and panties dark with excitement. Her chest is flushed as it rises and falls with her rapid breaths, and her eyes are hot with desire as she stares into mine.
One small hand comes to my cheek, so soft against the brush of my beard. As she continues to look at me, her brows pinch together. Tiny worry lines form between them. “If you don’t want to, it’s okay.”
Without giving me a chance to answer, Bea starts to wriggle out from beneath me. Bright pink colors her cheeks. “It’s fine,” she hurries to add. “I’m pretty tired?—”
Shit.
What am I doing?
Why am I ruining this?
“Wait.” She’s trying to yank her skirt back down, but I catch her wrists and lift them above her head, gently holding them in place. “Don’t do that.”
She sucks in a quick breath. Something hot and needy sparks in her gaze. “Don’t do what?”
“Don’t go.” Her wrists are so slender, I can hold both in one hand. So I do, using the other to lift her skirt to her waist again. “And don’t cover yourself.”
“Indy…” Uncertainty tinges her voice. “Are you sure?”
Shit.
