I was wrong.
“You want to be on your hands and knees?” I ask. “With me behind you?”
Bea nods. “I’ve never done it that way before. But I think I’d like to try it.”
Desire surges, hot and hungry. “I think we can do that.”
Her big blue eyes meet mine. “And you can hold my hands while we do it?”
Shit.
I almost came just from her words alone.
“Yes.” I roll Bea over and pull her up on her hands and knees. I spread her legs and notch myself between them before placing my hands over hers. Then I kiss her cheek, closing my eyes for a moment as I memorize the feel of her skin on my lips. “Anything you want, Bea. I’ll do it.”
She turns her head, capturing my mouth with hers. “Then I want you, Indy. Like this. I want you to show me how it feels.”
“Ah, Bea.” My heart swells along with the need growing inside me. “I’ll show you how good it can be. I’ll make sure you love it.”
So I do.
And she does.
Not just moaning my name, but shouting it.
Convulsing around me, her inner walls clutching at me, keeping us joined together.
Her features go tense at the moment of ecstasy, then slacken as the waves of pleasure roll in.
And once she launches over the edge, I finally give myself permission to fly off it with her. Going impossibly hard, every muscle in my body tensing as I come.
It’s the most perfect sensation.
Feeling her pleasure at the same time as mine.
KnowingIgave that to her.
And though I wouldn’t say it; it feels like a claiming, too.
I would let her go in an instant if she told me to. But I want her to be mine.
Mine to protect. Mine to care for. Mine to bring happiness to every day.
I’ve never felt like this before. Never much cared if I did. But now?
In my heart, I know I’m not just falling in love with Bea. I already am.
I let the thought spin in my head as the aftershocks ripple through us. And again while I run to the bathroom to get a damp washcloth to clean her up. And then again when I tuck her beneath the covers and kiss her forehead.
I love her.
Bea looks up at me, her eyes sparkling and her hair sticking up in several places, so freaking adorable I can barely stand it. “I liked that. A lot. I wasn’t sure if I would.”
Smoothing her hair down—not because I care if it’s messy, but I know Bea likes it neat—I ask, “Why not?”
“I thought it seemed impersonal,” she replies after thinking for a few moments. “Not being able to see the person behind you. But it wasn’t impersonal at all.”
“I didn’t think so.” I press a kiss to her lips. “I thought it feltverypersonal.”
