I want him, too.I just have to convince him I’m not as young and innocent as he thinks I am.
“I know you’re used to women who are more experienced, but–”
“It’s not that,” he cuts in.“Maisy, I’m dangerous.”
I lift my chin.“Not to me.”
“Especiallyto you.”
I think about the past twelve hours.How he’s taken charge.Protected me at all costs.
Back in Bad Bear, he’s friendly but guarded.What he told me about wearing fake glasses makes me think he’s playing a role.And not to manipulate anyone but to protect us.Even around his family, he’s always holding something back.Always in control.
What would it be like to make him lose control?
These are bad girl thoughts, but… I want to be a bad girl.I almost died for frick’s sake.Isn’t it time I ask for what I want?
Instead of asking, I reach out and brush some water droplets off of his shoulder.The muscle bulges under my palm.“You don’t scare me.”
“Careful,” he rumbles.“I bite.”He flashes a quick grin, showing white teeth.His canines look a bit longer than usual.Is that his bear?
“You won’t hurt me.”
“Don’t be so sure.”
I think about the spank he gave me.The way he pinched my nipple.Is that the kind of hurt he means?
“Maybe I want…that.”I slide my hands down his sides to rest on his hips.I’m being bold.
“What do you want?”
I lick my lips.
He stares at them like he wants to kiss me again.
Why have we wasted so much time not kissing?
I rise to tiptoe.He’s so much taller than me–broader, everything, I have to pull him down to meet me, but he leans down willingly.
“I want you to be my first,” I whisper against his lips.
His breath gusts against my mouth, and then he hauls me up in his arms, and we kiss like we need the air in each other’s lungs to survive.
He holds me up like I weigh nothing.I’ve never felt small or petite, but I do with him.He makes me feel sexy, and it makes me brave.I hang onto his shoulders and rub myself against his washboard abs.Grinding on him.My hips move naturally.I dig my nails into his back, moaning into his mouth.
I’m out of control, wild.
“Maisy…we can’t.”
“I want to, Matthias,” I cup his face.“When those men grabbed me, I was afraid I might die, and the one thing I knew was that I didn’t want to die without this.Without being with you.I’m not dying a virgin.And Idefinitelywant my first time to be with you.Teach me.”
“Fuck,” Matthias curses, his eyes electric blue.He yanks my bikini top down, baring my breasts.“You asked for this.”
ChapterTwelve
Maisy
Matthias pushes me backward to the steps of the pool, his hands squeezing and cupping my breasts.I’ve never had anyone touch me like this.Normally I’d be shy about being topless outside, but Matthias growls exactly what I need to hear.
