He caught my hands, bringing them to his lips. “So are you. You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this. Wanted you.”
“Show me.”
Something shifted in his expression. It held heat and possession and tenderness all mixed together. “Are you sure?”
“I’ve never been more sure of anything.”
He stood in one fluid motion, lifting me with him like I weighed nothing. I wrapped my legs around his waist instinctively, and he carried me down the hallway toward his bedroom.
“Wait,” I said, and he stopped immediately, concern flashing across his face. “Not the guest room?”
“Not the guest room. I want you in my bed, in my space. I want to wake up tomorrow with your scent all over my sheets.” His voice was rough, almost feral. “Unless you’d rather not.”
“Your room. Definitely your room.”
The smile he gave me was pure masculine satisfaction. He shouldered open his bedroom door, and I had a brief impression of a massive bed, dark wood furniture, and windows that looked out over the moonlit snow. Then he was laying me down on the softest mattress I’d ever felt, covering my body with his.
“Last chance to change your mind,” he said, even as his hands slid up my sides.
“I’m not changing my mind.” I pulled him down for another kiss. “I want this. I want you. All of you.”
“Maya.” My name was a prayer and a promise on his lips. “You have me. You’ve always had me.”
“How’s this going to work?” I asked as he kissed his way down my neck, taking care to stay away from where the seatbelt rubbed against my skin. “You’re so big.”
Geoff nuzzled my neck. “It’s all in the preparation.” His hands teased the bottom of the hoodie I wore. “May I?”
I nodded and raised my arms over my head.
He laughed. “Excited?”
“You have no idea.”
“I think I do.” He removed the sweater and hoodie in one motion, and gasped as my braless breasts spilled out. “Maya, you’re stunning.”
“The thought of putting on a bra hurt, so I didn’t,” I said.
Geoff reached out, but stopped inches away from my chest.
“Go on,” I encouraged.
“You’re bruised. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t. I trust you.”
He leaned forward, kissing me as his hands cupped my breasts, thumbs playing with my hardened nipples. I moaned into his mouth.
His hands explored lower, over my back and stomach. I giggled when his soft fur brushed against my sensitive sides. “Ticklish?” he asked.
I bit my lip and nodded, trying not to burst out in laughter and ruin the moment. He must have read my face because he moved his forearm in the same motion. Before I knew it, I threw my head back and laughed. “Yeah,” I gasped through laughs, “extremely ticklish. The bottoms of my feet too.”
“Good to know.” His fingers traced the waistband of my jeans, dipping just under. He took care to avoid the bruise on my hip that showed above the top of my pants.
He went slowly unbuttoning and unzipping my pants, recoiling in horror at the sight of the ever expanding bruise.
“It doesn’t hurt,” I said, raising my hips and shimmying out of my pants. I thought about leaving my underwear on, but decided I’d prove to him I was all in. Leave no doubt and all that. He couldn’t misread this sign, could he?
“Maya,” he whispered as I parted my legs.
