All the words come to me and all the reasons also. But what comes out next shocks us both. "You." Her breath hitches as my heart hammers in my chest so hard and so loud. I think it’s going to come out of my chest. "I want you."
Chapter 20
Chelsea
I hold my breath as he fights with his inner demons. I can tell in his eyes how conflicted he is. I can also tell he’s never ever put himself first. "What do you want, Mayson?" I ask, knowing that I shouldn’t push him, and I’ve already pushed him out of his comfort zone. "What do you really really want?"
I’m expecting him to push me away, but what he says makes me gasp. "You." His eyes are so unsure. "I want you."
I walk to him, putting my hands on his face and feeling him. "Then have me," I whisper. His arms fly around my waist, and he moves his hand into my hair. His tongue slips into my mouth, and I get lost in him.
"I want," he says as he trails the kisses from my lips to my chin. "I want to pick you up and carry you to the couch."
"How about," I say, my eyes are still closed as he kisses me, "we walk over to the couch?” I turn in his arms and slip my hand in his as I drag him to the couch, sitting down and pulling him next to me. "I know you are almost healed, but I don’t want to hurt you,” I say, and he pulls me to him.
"You won’t hurt me," he says, his voice gruff as he buries his hand in my hair and kisses me again. We kiss until we are both breathless. "We should get to bed," he says, and I lean in, kissing his neck. He gets up now and holds out his hand to me. I slip my hand in his and turn to walk over to the hallway. "Good night, Chelsea," he says, leaning down and kissing my lips. "Sweet dreams."
Turning, I walk to my bedroom, and I miss him. I wish he would have followed me to my room. I slip into bed and look toward the hallway. The minutes turn into over two hours, and I finally get up to make myself some tea. I try not to make noise, but when I walk out of my bedroom, I find him lying on the couch, looking out the window at the stars. "What are you doing here?" I ask, and he looks over at me.
"I couldn’t sleep," he says. "So I thought I would look at the stars and try to see the beauty in them." My heart speeds up in my chest, and my stomach flutters.
I smile, walking over to the couch. "And?"
"The only thing I could think of was you." He reaches up and grabs my hand, pulling me down to him. I try not to squish him. "Lie with me," he says, and I don’t answer him because I can’t. The lump in my throat threatens to come out like a sob, and he might freak out. Instead, I lie on the couch with my back to his chest as he wraps his arms around me. We don’t say anything as we both look at the stars, and it takes me less than ten minutes to finally fall asleep.
My eyes flutter open when I feel him move behind me. "Am I hurting you?" I jump up, afraid I’ve hurt him.
"No." He shakes his head. “I was trying to," he says and stops.
"What?" I ask, looking him up and down to make sure he’s okay.
He looks down, almost as if he doesn’t want to tell me. "I was trying to place my hard-on down."
My eyes suddenly fly to his cock, and I can see he’s definitely up. "I didn’t want you to wake up and have it poking in your back."
"Um," I say, and my cheeks blush now. "I’ll make coffee," I say, ignoring his eyes. He gets up from the couch, and I hear him walking to his bedroom. Looking over, I see it is almost five thirty in the morning. When he comes out of his bedroom, I say, "I made you coffee."
He takes the cup from me and then turns. "Let’s sit outside," he says, and we walk out to sit outside on the stairs.
"I’m sorry," he says, and I look over at him, the coffee cup at my lips. "About before. It was—"
"If you say it was a mistake." I shake my head, taking a gulp of the hot coffee and burning my mouth. "That is going to be a hard one to swallow." I laugh now. "Get it? Hard one."
He shakes his head and looks down. "I meant I didn’t mean to disrespect you like that."