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I held my breath, afraid she was going to reject me after I’d laid my heart bare for her.
“But… you make me want to try.”
My shoulders sank with relief and I dropped my head into the crook of her shoulder for a minute, inhaling her scent deep into my lungs.
“Well, thank fuck for that,” I said, my lips moving against the skin of her collarbone.
Ciara’s laugh was bright and bubbly, like a bottle of freshly uncorked champagne.
There would still be a lot more than just a yes to make this thing work, but if Ciara was willing to try, then I’d go to the ends of the Earth just to be in her presence.
“This is nice,” I said between kisses as Ciara pushed me into her bedroom.
I never realized that she lived just two floors down from the team floors, a fact that I was now glad for because it meant she had no reservations about letting me inside of the apartment that she shared with her stepsister who was apparently out for the evening.
“Love the use of color.” My words were muffled by her lips and tongue, and a growl rumbled out of me when she pulled away to look at me.
“Wiz?”
“Yeah?”
“Shut up.”
I nodded, catching her drift. “Shutting up.”
Ciara seemed to like that, her swollen lips curling into a pleased smile.
Flattening her hand on my chest, she gave me a gentle shove—the same thing she’d done when we were back in Scotland—and I obligingly dropped, hitting the bed with an oomph.
The difference from then, though, was I wasn’t in nearly so many buttons tonight and my leather jacket had been abandoned somewhere in the living room. This allowed for her hands to almost immediately begin to slide underneath the hem of my shirt and up my bare stomach.
“I think there are actually more muscles now, if that’s even possible,” she teased with a shake of her head as she crawled over me, pushing the shirt up as she went.
“Your dads are a pair of demons when it comes to coaching,” I told her, earning myself a laugh.
Sitting up, I cupped my hands on her hips and dragged her over the bulge in my jeans.
Pulling the lacy camisole that she was wearing over her head, I cupped her bralette covered breasts in both hands.
“It’s been a minute,” I rumbled, slipping the fingers of one hand underneath the edge of the cup while the others peeled the straps down her shoulders.
“Since you’ve seen my breasts?” I could hear the smile in her voice.
Giving her nipple a little twist, Ciara’s grip tightened on my shoulders as she gasped.
“Since I’ve seen all of you.”
Yanking the bralette down, I reached back and unhooked it, tossing it into some unknown corner of the room.
“I’ve had dreams about you, Ciara Callaghan, you skate through them like you do on the fucking ice.”
My fingers dropped from her torso to the button on her jeans and I gestured for her to stand for a moment.
“You ingrained yourself in my very DNA that night, rewriting it completely.” Scent match aside, I firmly believed that had we lived in a world without dynamics, a world full of betas that had nothing but their wits to find their soulmates, that I would have found her anyway.
“How are you so sure about this? All of this?” Ciara’s teeth worried at her lower lip as she gestured between us.
I shrugged. “I take after my mom I guess, the McDonald clan wears their hearts on their sleeves. Drives my dad nuts sometimes.”
