He took my mind off all of this when he replied quietly, “I get you.”
“Good,” I clipped. “And another thing, when we chat we don’t do it with you holding me.” I pressed at his shoulders again. “Now, let me go.”
“Oh no, honey, no way in hell I’m gonna let you be pissed at me, wearin’ that cute nightie, your hair down and not chat with you anywhere but in my arms.”
Um…what?
“What?” I asked.
“You heard me,” he answered.
“I’m not wearing a nightie,” I reminded him. “I’m wearing a nightie and a shirt.”
“You could cover up that nightie with a snowsuit, sweetheart, but you in my living room wearin’ nothin’ but that nightie is burned on my brain in a way that I like a f**kuva lot. So all I’m gonna see is you in that f**kin’ nightie no matter what you put on over it.”
“That’s insane,” I snapped.
“You’re not a guy,” he replied.
“Okay, now that’s insane,” I returned.
“Maybe you don’t get just how cute that nightie is,” Mitch retorted.
Oh boy.
“Mitch –”
“Or just how good it fits you,” Mitch kept going.
Oh God.
“Mitch –”
“Or how f**kin’ great you look with your hair down.”
“Mitch!”
“Or how I gotta fight against goin’ hard whenever you slip outta your cocoon when you get pissed or you forget to stay shielded and that Mara Light shines out.”
That shut me up and it made my fingers curl into his shoulders as I stared, shocked, into his fathomless eyes.
“Yeah,” he murmured, his arm around my waist going tight. “Now, finally, I’m seein’ you get me.”
“I think we’re done talking now,” I whispered and we were. We were definitely done talking.
Of course, the truth of the matter was, I was done talking. Mitch was not and I knew this when his arm got tighter just as his hand at my scalp pulled me so close to his face I felt his breath on my lips.
“Since I have your attention, baby, and I see you beatin’ your retreat, I want you to take this with you when you slide back into that cocoon. Straight up, Mara, I want you in my bed. And when you’re in my bed, I’m gonna be in you. And while I’m movin’ inside you, I’m gonna make you come with your long, f**kin’ legs wrapped around my back, when my hands are finally on that fantastic f**kin’ ass of yours, your tongue’s in my mouth and you’re kissin’ me as only you can kiss me. I know you got a way of twistin’ shit so it’s f**ked up in your brain so I’m hopin’ if I’m direct about just what I want from you, it might penetrate and you might keep it straight long enough to give us both what we’ve been wantin’ for a long, f**kin’ time.”
I was trying not to listen, trying not to let what he said penetrate but I was also failing.
What did he mean we both had been wanting for a long time?
“You with me?” he asked.
“Um…” I mumbled because I wasn’t sure I was about some of it but other parts I couldn’t not be with him and he grinned.
Then he muttered, “You’re with me.”