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Tomorrow, after our wedding and when we were taking the first step of our new lives, I was going to tell him I loved him.
He could reject me, or he might open his arms.
I wasn’t pinning my feelings inside any longer. Sharing might result in pain, but it hurt just as much when I held it inside.
“Kate,” he groaned, tugging me closer. “Do you mean you want me to . . . help you unpack or go with you for the ice cream we forgot to get last night or make sure the flowers are not wilting?”
“No,” I gulped. “I want to take our clothing off and go to your bedroom.”
His pupils dilated. “We won’t be sleeping if we do something like that.”
My laugh burst out. “I have a feeling we might not get much sleep tonight as it is.”
“Do you mean this, Kate?” Sweet vulnerability came through in his voice. I couldn’t believe this big, burly guy cared about what I had to say.
“I do.” If he hadn’t given me some sort of sign, I was going to chicken out and suggest we go get ice cream. But as much as I loved cookies and cream, I wanted him more. I poked his chest. “Take that shirt off.”
One side of his mouth quirked up. “I will if you do the same.”
“One shirt off.” I grabbed the hem and ripped it up over my head, tossing it on the floor.
His gaze was fixed on my boobs. “That garment you wear too.”
“Bra.”
“Yes, that bra must be removed.”
“You’re overdressed, Tylik.”
He ripped his tunic off and chucked it. “I want to buy shirts such as yours. Also those that have fastenings up the front and sleeves coming to my wrists. The ones with patterns in straight lines. The fuzzy ones.”
Fuzzy . . . “Oh, you mean flannel shirts?”
“Yes. Vrok wears them as does Raze, though not long ago, Raze always wore dark suits with white shirts and neck chokers.”
“Yes, he did.” I’d explain ties later. “We’ll go shopping on our honeymoon.”
“We will.”
It was all I could do to think. His chest was amazing, a mass of rippling muscles and a light sprinkling of hair that etched down the middle of his abs, stopping at the top of his pants. I wanted to follow that trail more than anything.
Reaching back, I undid my bra, throwing it toward my shirt.
He gaped. “You . . . You are so lovely, Kate.” He reached toward me, but I took a step backward.
“Pants,” I said, feeling greedy. If I started touching him and he did the same with me, I was going to lose my mind. All I’d be able to do was feel. I wanted skin on skin when that happened.
“We could remove them at the same time,” he said.
“Do you wear undies?”
“Undies?”
“Underwear, undergarments. Some women wear panties. Guys often wear boxers, briefs, and a few go commando.”
His fingers froze at the top of his pants. “What would you have me command?”
“Whatever you wish to do.” I pulled down my pants and straightened, flicking the pretty pink panties I’d put on not long ago. Plans had built inside me as I drove here, and they didn’t include me showing off grannie panties.
