Katya's entire expression changes, from the point where I'm about to have a shoe thrown at me to the vulnerable, emotional, sweet girl she is only for me. Her cheeks are rosy, her lips swollen from kisses. The bathrobe is cinched loosely enough for me to glimpse one smooth, round breast.
"If that's okay," I add. I'm not one hundred percent certain she's comfortable with me bringing Mikael up. Her emotional reaction is always intense yet mixed, and I suspect she's not sure yet either if she's comfortable talking about him.
"I'd like to go with you," she says, eyes wide and filled with emotion.
"We'll go together." I resist the urge to take her in my arms, knowing how it'll end if I do.
She nods, gaze misting over.
"I figured we'd have coffee and talk this morning," I tell her.
"If this is the part where you tell me I'm a one-night stand, then skip the coffee and leave."
Already she's stirring my blood with her fire. We were awake for hours last night, but I can't get enough of her. I know she wants this as much as I do. I also know she likes to poke the fire to get a reaction out of me.
I have the sense this morning that she's raw and uncertain what to do about it. Last night was beyond anything I expected: intense, sweet, tender, passionate. Any restraint I thought I'd show was burnt to a crisp the moment she said the words I can't get out of my head.
I want to be yours.
She was vulnerable and open, her heart in her eyes. I'll never forget that or the surge of protectiveness, of possessiveness, I experienced.
But I'm still going to enforce a few boundaries I think she needs.
"I'm serious," I warn her again. Taking off my jacket, I toss it then work my shoes off. I approach her. "We're not starting off like this. You need to decide now if you trust me."
She cranes her neck back to look up at me, not backing down.
I love it. She's so sexy when she's pissy or about to throw a fit. Now that I know how to fix it properly - by making love to her until she's too happy to speak - I'm eager to try it again.
Holding her gaze, I tug the tie of her bathrobe free. "I don't do one-night stands."
"You leave in two days. Is this a two-day stand?" she retorts.
Hearing the tiny note of distress in her voice, I kiss her and push the robe off her shoulders. I ache for her in a way that's almost uncontrollable. Her scent is all over me, and her light flavor is such a turn on, I don't think I'll ever be able to kiss her again without dragging her to bed.