“Yep.”
She waves a hand down her front. “It’s light out.”
“Is this code? I don’t get it.”
“Ugh!” She covers her face with her hands. “It’s light out. You can see everything.”
“That’s the idea, firecracker. I want to see every single inch of your skin. Taste every single inch. Touch every single inch.”
Her hands drop from her face. “You do?”
“Every. Single. Inch.” I draw my palm up her t-shirt to the underside of her breast.
“What if you don’t like what you see?”
My brow furrows. Is she kidding? I’m going to fucking love what I see. I study her face and realize she’s serious. This isn’t some play to get me to compliment her. She’s genuinely nervous.
I lay down next to her on the bed and grasp her hand. “What’s wrong?”
“I haven’t …erm…you know in a long time.”
“Define a long time.”
Her hand spasms in mine. “Nine years.”
“It’s been five years for me.”
“What? No way. You’re a freaking rockstar. Women throw themselves at you.”
“But I don’t catch them.”
“Are you serious? How is this possible?”
“Easy.” I shrug. “I grunt at women when they get too close.”
“Grunting didn’t keep me away.”
“I didn’t grunt at you.”
“Yes, you did, Grumpy Pants MacGrumpy.”
I chuckle. “MacGrumpy? Am I Irish now?”
“Nope. Scottish. Highlanders are sexy.”
I smile. Leia’s crazy. The good kind. The fun kind. The sexy kind. I’ve never smiled in bed with a woman before. I like it. I like her.
“Do you want to watch a movie?”
“A movie?”
“Yeah, it’s a type of entertainment available on your television.”
“Grumpy smartass,” she grumbles. “Why would I want to watch television when I have you in my bed?”
“If you’re not comfortable taking things to the next level, I can wait.”
She climbs on top of me and cradles my face in her hands. “You can wait?”