“Yes, so London is familiar with formatting, writing blurbs, and promo stuff.”
Maia felt her eyes widen while shock at Henry’s ease with writing terms kicked her in the gut.Wow, he wasn’t lying or making up stories to impress her.Not that he struck her as that type of person.
“London might help you because your writing time will be minimal with your rugby.”
“Is this a sneaky way to learn my pen name?”
“Perhaps.”His answering grin was beautiful, and her knees went a little weak before she shored them up.
“London has experience in all things writing?”
“Megan writes romance while you said you write fantasy.The basics must be similar.”
“Let me think about it.In the meantime, I’d prefer you keep this revelation to you and me.I only told you because I wanted to give you honesty.No secrets between us.”
A strange expression darted across his face.“Thank you.I won’t say a word.Most people don’t know Megan writes books, so I’d appreciate it if you don’t mention it—unless you decide to work with London.”
“Fair enough.Now that the truth bomb has struck, where were we?”
Henry’s eyes gleamed, and he seemed more relaxed than she’d ever seen him.He scooped her up and had her airborne before she had time to let out a surprisedeep.With silent grace, he caged her body with his so fast she gasped.
“Wow, someone is in a hurry.”
“We’ve established we’re dating and not seeing other people when we’re in different parts of the country.We’ve kissed.Next up is hot sex,” he whispered.
Maia shuddered, weirdly turned on by his strength and how he tossed her around.No sly digs about her weight, which was refreshing.
She wasn’t overweight and knew it.She’d told her ex so and proved it to him in the gym during a hand-to-hand combat session.Maia had kicked his arse, and he’d never forgiven her for showing him up amongst their friends.
“Hey.”Henry clicked his fingers next to her nose, grabbing her immediate attention.“What were you thinking?”
“My ex.”
“That’s not complimentary to me.”
“My ex is an arse, which is why he belongs in the past.Believe me, you are ten times, twenty times better than my ex.”
“Pleased to hear it.”Henry claimed her mouth with a possessive kiss that zapped every thought from her busy mind.Every muscle relaxed as the pleasure of his touch, his dominant mouth, rolled over her.Her heroines wanted this type of kiss, and Maia soaked up the sensations.This man.So sexy and confident now that they’d drawn a line regarding their relationship.
Henry’s lips slid down her neck and sucked—a light draw of her flesh that had her sighing.Her arms tightened around his neck before she decided it was time for her to explore the sculpted muscular body that pinned her to the bed.
Chapter 13
Henryliftedhisheadto stare at Maia.There was nothing childlike about her.She was mature with hidden depths.Right now, his cock throbbed, his body onboard with taking this to the logical conclusion.
Without warning, thoughts of Jenny bombarded him, and Henry wavered.He couldn’t tell Maia about mates.Not yet.He and Jenny had jumped into their physical relationship.He hadn’t had time to tell her they were mates before her ex-husband had murdered her.
And he’d ached ever since, a part of him missing until Maia’s return to Middlemarch.
He wanted to go slow this time if only to protect his heart.
Maia bit his earlobe.“If this is you having second thoughts, think again.We will strip to bare skin and share our bodies, and you will enjoy yourself.Hear me?”
Henry fingered his abused ear and scowled.Maia bore a determined expression, and he understood there was no stopping this train before they had sex.Made love.It would be making love to his mate.No going back after this step.Jenny flitted through his mind again as he remembered the completeness.
His wolf took that moment to whine and remind him of how great it was being with the one person who fulfilled them.It was true.He recalled the emotions and the protectiveness he’d felt.But along with that had come anguish when he’d lost Jenny.It had felt as if someone had ripped out his heart.He’d barely functioned.He mightn’t have survived if it hadn’t been for his friends and dad.
The truth—Maia terrified him, or rather, the idea of accepting and losing her.He didn’t think he could repeat the experience and survive.
