It looks good on him, not overly bushy or thin and scraggly. It’s just the right length to add depth to his features, and thedark shade brings out the bright blue of his eyes. And his beard gives him adon’t mess with mevibe. Sexy with a hint of danger to it.
I’m sure Indy would look sexy without his beard, too. I’ve never seen him without one—back when I met him at the hospital, his beard was even longer than it is now—but I think it’s safe to assume.
Although, now that I’m thinking about it, whatwouldIndy look like without a beard? I don’t want him to shave it off just to appease my curiosity, but I wonder. Is there a hint of a dimple hiding under there? A cute freckle I could kiss? Would his jaw look even stronger than it already does?
“Bea.” Indy shoots me a puzzled look. “Do I have something stuck in my beard?” He rubs his chin and cheeks, searching for some hidden piece of fuzz.
“No.” I catch his hand and tug it down. “There’s nothing stuck there. I was just thinking about your beard. Wondering what you look like without it.”
“Do you want me to shave it?” He peers at my face. “Did it irritate your skin? Give you a rash? Shit. I’m sorry.”
“It didn’t.” I angle my face to one side, then the other. “No rash. And I don’t want you to shave it. I like your beard. I was just thinking about how much I?—”
Wait.
Maybe this istoomuch information?
Does Indy really need to know my entire thought process about his beard and how sexy it looks on him?
“You were thinking about what?”
Of course he wouldn’t drop it.
“Oh, nothing,” I reply brightly. “So. Breakfast. What are you making again?”
“Bea.” He pins me with his gaze. “If something’s wrong…”
“Nothing’s wrong. I swear. Your beard is fine. Everything’s fine.”
He cups my cheek, stroking his thumb across it. “Tell me. Please.”
Great. Now he really thinks something’s wrong. Feeling a little foolish for allowing my wandering thoughts to devolve into some weird miscommunication, I explain quickly, “I was just thinking about how sexy you look with your beard. How I’ve never dated anyone with a beard before, but on you, I like it. And that made me wonder how you’d look without it, not because I want you to shave it, but just because I can’t imagine you looking even sexier than you already do.”
Indy blinks at me.
I cast a quick glance around the kitchen, searching for a convenient hole to leap into.
A satisfied smile curves his lips. “You think I’m sexy?”
His voice has a growly note that shoots straight to my core.
“You know you are.”
“Bea.” He looks at me for a few seconds before his smile slides into something more serious. “Maybe before. I was a cocky shit back then, though. But now…”
Oh.
I didn’t even think. Because to me, Indy’s always been the most handsome man I’ve ever seen. But in his eyes…
I lean forward, wrapping my arms around his waist and resting my cheek on his chest. “You areverysexy,” I tell him. “So much so, it’s hard not to want to go back upstairs right now and hide your wallet so you have to search for it naked again.”
His chest shakes with laughter. Then he presses a kiss to the top of my head. “Maybe we’ll have to hide some things in the bedroom next time. But you’ll be looking, too. Because I’m not missing out onthat.”
My belly flutters in anticipation.
We only had sex the one time last night, not because I didn’t want a second round, but because I fell asleep in Indy’s arms and didn’t wake up until after sunrise this morning. Which was both a disappointment and a relief—I would definitely have liked to have sex with Indy again, but last night was the first time since the attack that I didn’t have at least one nightmare.
I know it was a little weird for Indy, spending the night with me. Not that he didn’t want to, but he takes his prosthetic off to sleep, and while he didn’t come right out and say it, I know he was worried about what I’d think. “I want to stay with you,” he told me as we cuddled post-sex. “But I have things I have to take care of. And I don’t always sleep that well. Nightmares and all.”
