“Yeah.” He waited for her to go. “I mean it.”
“I’m glad you told me.” Her arms tightened around him. “Now we can be awkward first-timers together.”
“What?” he asked. God, he was making no sense at all. His brain had misfired. Why wasn’t she stomping away? He’d lied and lied. Why was she still here?
“Kyle, whatever you’re thinking, it’s the fear talking. And you shouldn’t be afraid of us.” Faith’s tone was kind, but commanding. “Kiss me.”
She wasn’t going? She really wasn’t? Joy lit a slow fire that burned outward from his heart to his limbs. Yeah, he was going to damn well kiss her. But first… “I want to say one more thing.”
She rolled her eyes, but she was smiling, and it was so, so beautiful. “I’m starting to think you’re stalling.”
“No,” he said, fast. “I just need to tell you the truth about one last thing.”
She bit her lip, like she was trying to swallow her smile and be serious, but she couldn’t manage it, and it was adorable. “Proceed.”
Now he was smiling, too. “You make me a better person, and there’s no one else I’d rather be with. And that’s the truth.”
“Now that was worth waiting for,” she whispered, going up on her toes, ever the ballerina, so their faces were even. “So…that kiss?”
He took her face in his hands. “That kiss.”
Her eyes fell shut, but he kept his open. He wanted to see her face as their lips finally met, and the soft sigh, the sweetness of her expression, was so worth it.
He let his eyes close, too. His pulse hammered; his skin burned. Her body was so soft against his.
Eventually Faith dropped back down. He could feel her shaking, and imagined her knees wouldn’t hold her up anymore. Their kiss broke and she stared up at him, her warm brown eyes reaching down to his soul, pulling it free from the earth to send him sailing into the sky.
She unbuttoned his shirt, and he shivered when her hands brushed against his stomach. “Is this okay?” she asked.
“Yes. I’m just a little nervous,” he admitted, heat flooding his cheeks. “But…don’t stop.”
Her fingers worked his shirt off his shoulders. “I think it’s sweet, the guy being nervous, but you can trust me, Kyle. I won’t break your heart.”
“I know.” And he did know. She’d take care of his heart, and he’d take care of hers.
She laid his shirt on the couch, then walked around to trace the tattoo. “It’s beautiful. What kind of bird is that?”
“A hawk,” he said. He was having trouble breathing, and he couldn’t make himself care. The feel of her fingers on his skin was giving him a contact high. “I’ve always loved them—they’re strong for their size, and fierce. I needed that, to remind me.”
She kissed his shoulder, and goose bumps rose in the spot her lips touched. “Well, I love it.”
He spun around and pulled her against him, kissing her, drowning in her. “I love every part of you.”
She nuzzled his neck. “How do you know? There are parts you haven’t seen.”
“I still love them.” God, his heart was going to explode any second. “But I’d like to see them.”
She took his hands and guided them to the skirt of her dress. His palms skimmed her thighs as he slid it up and over her head. All she wore underneath was a white bra and matching underwear, and he couldn’t help but stare. Faith wrapped her arms around her middle. He wasn’t sure if she was cold or shy, but he could fix both problems.
“You’re beautiful, Faith. In every way possible.” He stepped in close, feeling the softness of her skin against his. “You’re sure?”
She pressed her forehead against his collarbone. “Completely.”
“Then it’s a good thing Cade talked me into buying condoms a few days ago.”
Now she outright laughed. “Cade’s a good friend.”
“He is. But I don’t want to talk about him right now.” He slid his palms down her bare arms and took her hands in his. He breathed in the scent of her hair. It smelled like forever. “I don’t want to talk at all.”
She tilted her mouth up to his. “Neither do I.”
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Faith
Scared. He said he was scared. He’d sounded so ashamed of that, but it was music to her ears. She’d been so wrong about him, in the best way possible. Here was someone not looking for easy prey, but for someone to lead him as much as he led her.
Faith let go of Kyle’s hands and traced the lines of his biceps to his forearms. “You know, baseball players have the sexiest arms. Especially baseball players who can lift ballerinas up over their heads.”
He growled softly, his mouth tracing kisses along her shoulder. “And ballerinas have great legs.”