He probably should close his eyes and suggest she get dressed, but he couldn’t. He wanted her so badly he could taste it. The whole concept that Bailey was their mate and that she’d accepted him, blew his mind. If he messed this up, he would never forgive himself. Or worse. Ford will kill him. Tyson had to make sure he didn’t rush her. She was young, vulnerable, delicate. The trauma of the recent days must be weighing heavily on her mind, yet here she was with him—trusting a stranger to do what was right. “You are so beautiful. I hope you don’t mind that I went ahead and took off my clothes.” He never would have survived if he let her pry off his pants. “You want to touch me?” If he handed over the control, she could go at her pace. Enjoy it more. Her right foot moved forward, but as she finished the step, her arms wrapped around her breasts. Apparently, she was shy and a little scared perhaps. He liked that about her. Besides, it was totally understandable given the circumstances.
