It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
She’sthe most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
As she convulses around me, I finally let go.
Everything explodes in a blinding flash of light.
A guttural groan escapes, and I only just manage to muffle it as I belatedly remember that there are other people staying in the house, too.
Oops.
We weren’t that loud, were we?
Like my insecurities, I shove that worry aside for later.
I roll over, pulling Bea along with me, and wrap her in my embrace. She shivers a little, so I pull the edge of the blanket over us and tuck her head beneath my chin. Her hand comes to my chest and rests there, just above my heart.
“Do you think anyone heard us?” she asks quietly. “I didn’t think. But?—”
“Nope.” Though I have a suspicion either Ace or Tyler—probably Ace—will say something about it tomorrow. Not to Bea; Ace might be a wiseass sometimes, but he’s not an insensitive jerk. But he won’t be able to resist giving me a hard time about it.
And if he wants to, that’s fine with me. Because this—sex with Bea—is the best thing I can remember in a very, very long time. Maybe ever.
“I’m sure no one heard,” I tell Bea confidently. “Ace and Tyler are all the way downstairs. And I’m sure Yara was already asleep. Plus, she usually sleeps with the TV on.”
“Okay.” She lifts her head to look at me. “It’s not that I’m embarrassed about sleeping with you. Because I’m not. At all. But I don’t know them that well, and… you know.”
Protectiveness sweeps through me with even more intensity than ever before.
And that little voice whispers,mine.
Not to control her. Not outside the bedroom, at least.
But mine to protect.
“There’s nothing to worry about,” I tell her. “I promise.”
Her lips curve up. “I believe you.” She goes quiet for a second before asking, “That was good, right? You enjoyed it?”
“Bea.” I hold her gaze. “It was more than good. It was just like you said. It was perfect.”
CHAPTER 14
BEA
“Bea,what did I say about helping?”
Indy shakes his head as he takes the egg I’m holding and puts it back in the carton. Then he picks me up, carries me to the other side of the island, and sets me on one of the stools sitting there. His eyes crinkle with amusement as he asks, “I leave the kitchen for one second, and what do I come back in to find?”
“Um.” I widen my eyes at him. “Me checking the eggs? To see if they’re still good?”
“Really.” He drags out the word. “So you weren’t about to crack that egg? And start cooking something?”
“I was just going to help a little,” I protest. “Not cook the entire meal.”
Indy kisses my forehead. His beard tickles my skin, but not unpleasantly. Though I’ve never dated a man with facial hair before, never thought I wanted to before Indy, I’ve discovered I like it.
Or maybe I only like Indy’s beard.
