My defenses kicked in and I narrowed my eyes at him. “Why?”
He blinked.
“Because it’s business?” I answered for him, partly hurt and part angry. Even though I had zero right to be either at the moment.
He stepped forward, his voice softer. “No. Because I don’t want to push you. I don’t want tomakeyou open up to me. I really like you, Isabel and I know—I can see the conflict in you—I don’t know what it is, if it’s someone you’re still getting over or if you have trust issues or if this is more serious for me than it is for you…I don’t know. But I do know that I don’t care enough to let it get in the way of whatever is happening here.”
Tears pricked my eyes and I wanted to let them loose and run into his arms. But the tug of war between my body and my conscience paralyzed me.
He stepped closer. “Not yet at least.”
I took in a breath, knowing what that meant. And was grateful for the time he was granting me.
“Just tell me it’s not someone else.”
I looked up at him. “It’s not someone else.”
He released a breath and took my hands in his, bringing them to his lips.
“About Spencer. When are you planning on signing with him?”
“If I do, it won’t be until after the new year.” He swiped gently at a tear that fell down my cheek. “But let’s forget about that for now. It’s not important, and I’m sorry I said it was. The truth is, I was jealous that you two shared something I didn’t know about.”
“You’re the only one I want, Scott. More of you, that’s what I want.” I reached up and ran my fingers through his hair.
“Hmm…can you handle more of me?”
A flurry of excitement went through me at his seductive teasing voice.
He pulled me to him, my back arching as we kissed long and deep. Like we were old lovers now, there was no discovering each other through our kiss, it was just the way we kissed now—only next level. Familiar level. A connection we hadn’t shared before.
And it gave me butterflies.
As if sensing me growing weak in the knees, Scott scooped me into his arms, his strong muscles flexing around me as he carried me to the bed, setting me down on my feet beside it. He wasted no time bending to lift the hem of my dress and pulling it over my head.
He sat me down and unbuttoned his shirt, peeling it off him, revealing that heavenly upper body I’d come to obsess over. I fought the urge to take the lead, to push myself onto the bed and pull him along with me, and just waited for his next move. I wanted him to own me. To do anything to me.
“What are you thinking?” he asked softly.
I bit my lip. “It’s going to be another lie.”
He rolled his eyes. “Then just show me, wise ass.”
I pressed my lips together. “I want you to take me, to have me every which way you want me.”
He narrowed his eyes. “That was no lie.”
I shook my head slowly in response, letting him hold my gaze.
“Get up.”
I stood as he stepped back. “Take it off,” he said, glancing down the black lace undergarments I had on. I did as he asked and let the pieces fall to the floor. “Perfect. Now mine.”
I smirked before undoing his belt and lowering the rest of what he had on, licking my lips and stepping back when I was done.
“Good. Lay back.”
I pushed myself onto the bed and hoped he would cover me with his body now. My core was burning with an aching need and desire for him.
