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Pulling my hands from the car, I cup her face, tipping her head back as I press her flush to the metal. She gasps, letting me push my tongue past her lips, and I take great pleasure in devouring her. Maybe I missed out on the whole not kissing thing until now, but there isn’t another person I’d want to do this with.
Cheers erupt around us, whoops and whistles following. A hand slaps against my back, a mumbled “Atta boy” from Nash as he passes. Beatrice chuckles, the vibrations pass over my lips before I pull away.
She heaves in a shaky breath, a soft smile on her face as her eyes flutter open, and she glances up at me. Her green irises hold a thousand emotions, ones I can’t read, and others I daren’t assume what they mean.
“You wanna get out of here?” I ask, stepping back.
She unlocks her car, gesturing for me to get in, and I do, rushing around to the passenger seat. Before she can clip her seat belt, I grab her face once more, pressing another lingering kiss to her lips, just because I can.
I chuckle at the awestruck expression on her face, adjusting my seat until my long legs are comfortable as she peels out of the parking spot, fiddling with the radio.
“Where do you wanna go?” she asks, flicking her eyes to mine.
“Wherever you’re going.”
Chapter Twenty-Five
Beatrice
Mydormisamess when I push the door open, and I block Maverick’s entry, slamming it shut before he can enter.
“On second thought, maybe we just go to your place?” I say, starting back down the hall. He tugs my hand, grabbing my keys before he spins me, pressing his chest to my back.
He guides us back to my door, unlocking it quickly before shoving it open. “Babe, I know you’re messy. You always have been. So stop stalling.”
“I’m not stalling . . .” He nudges me inside with his hands at my hips.
“Yes, you are.” He chuckles, letting go of me and locking the door before he walks past me. Making himself at home in my kitchenette, he pulls open the fridge, helping himself to a beer left over from when Maisie last stayed the night. “You wanna tell me why?”
I keep my mouth closed, unable to voice my thoughts aloud. What if I’m reading too much into this and he decides he wants just another night with me? What if he wakes up tomorrow and realizes I’m not worth more than that? What if on my bad days he doesn’t want to stick around, finding me too hard to deal with? He said he loves me, but what if he doesn’t mean it? What if this is all a game? Love is dangerous. Love hurts. What if I can’t survive his love?
So many what-ifs and none I can answer. The one person who can, I daren’t ask in fear I’ll push him away with the endless questions and worries.
“Okay, I’ll start,” he says when I still don’t say anything after a long minute. He props the bottle on the counter, leaning his back against the marble. “You’re scared that I’m going to run, right? Or that I’m going to turn around and say I don’t want this after all?” He watches me closely, assessing my reaction. “How am I doing?”
“Two for two so far,” I whisper, my eyes dipping to the floor.
“I can’t promise you that I won’t stumble, Bumblebee. Or that I won’t fuck this up somewhere down the line. I’ve never done this, and your own experience of a relationship isn’t a good starting point for either of us. But I can promise that I’m in this, and that I’m nothim.”
I nod, my lips quivering as I pull in a shuddering breath. I know that. Even on his worst days, Maverick is the best human I’ve ever known.
“We’ll figure this out together, one day at a time. Okay?”
“Okay,” I echo, forcing my feet to move until I’m within reach of him. He curls his arms around me, holding me against him as if I were a piece of china. Breakable. It seems I’m not the only one with worries where we’re concerned.
He presses a kiss to my head, then my nose before he tips my jaw upward, finally claiming my lips, and all the words I can’t say aloud I pour into my kiss. Maybe I’ll never be able to tell him I love him, or give him the assurances he may need, but I can at least give him this.
I can give him me, without reservations or caution.
My hands move over his chest, dipping until I reach the waistband of his joggers. I push them down, his boxers dropping until his hard length springs out, pushing against me.
I moan into his mouth, curling my hand around him and giving him a gentle tug. He shudders, and it only makes my confidence grow as I place my free hand on his chest, pushing him until he bounces off the wall.
“Bumblebee.” He tears his lips from mine on a groan, his thumb sweeping over the moisture left on my lips, and I can’t stop the smile that breaks on my face. My hand tightens, stroking him as he shudders.
I press my lips to his jaw, placing a gentle kiss there before I drag them down his neck, suckling at his pulse point for a second. He heaves out a breath, but he keeps his hands to himself as he lets me explore his body while my hand continues to work at his erection.
My lips linger on his chest, pressing over the sun etched into his skin before I move over his nipple, my tongue flicking over the peaked bud. He hisses out a curse, his body tensing as I place a kiss there before I move farther down.
