“Yeah, but I went about it the wrong way.”
“Stel a –” he started but I pul ed my wrists from his fingers and stepped the last two feet so I was close. Juno backed off and trotted to the couch.
I wrapped my arms around his waist and tilted my head back to look at him. “You said you needed to learn to handle me with care. Wel , I need to learn the same thing.
You’re a pretty intense guy, Kai Mason.”
He dipped his head so his forehead was against mine.
“I’l never hurt you again, Kitten,” he promised, his voice soft, gentle, beautiful.
“I believe you.” And I did.
His arms came around me. “We should talk about some of the other shit you said today.”
Oh hel .
“Like what?” I asked, as if I didn’t know.
“Like what you said to my father.”
“Erm –”
“And you tel in’ me you loved me.”
Oh effing bloody hell.
“Erm, no. Let’s just forget about that,” I suggested.
His arms went tight. “No f**kin’ way.”
“It was the heat of the moment,” I explained.
His face got soft, his voice went low and it was, as ever, a kil er one-two combination. “Best time to say it.”
“Mace –” I started but he was walking me backwards and his head moved, his mouth going to my neck.
His lips against my skin, he kept walking me back while saying, “Let’s see if we can create more heat, that way, maybe you’l say it again.”
My stomach melted.
Oh dear.
I was both glad he wanted me to say it again and scared total y shitless.
“I need my guitar.” I tried to delay.
He stopped walking, his mouth slid to mine and he muttered, “Later,” right before he kissed me.
My arms went around his neck and I kissed him back.
Okay, so maybe I wasn’t pushing too hard, too fast.
Maybe I hadn’t jumped the gun. Maybe I’d done the right thing.
His mouth moved from mine and he bent low, picked me up in his arms and carried me to the bed.
Once there, he took his time with me, building it so the fire burned deep and he created another heated moment.