Wes peers through the peephole and opens the door.
“Speak of the devil.”
Scott standsthere, drenched to the bone.His hazel eyes lock onto mine before he steps inside.Water drips from his jacket, but he shrugs it off and runs a hand through his soaked hair.
“Do you forgive me?”
I rush over to him and give him a huge hug.
“We’re fine.” I mask my relief with a hint of exasperation.“But you look like you took a swim out there.” I cross my arms. “And then there’s this thing called a cell phone.”
“Yeah, I’m sorry about that. My phone died, and Liam needed a ride home after we securedAdeline. When we got there, he needed help with some windows that had blown out.” He puts his arms back around me.
“You worried me.” I squeeze him tighter.
Then he notices everyone standing around, looking spooked.
“What?”
After the others settle into their rooms for the night, Scott and I sit alone on the couch.The wind is still howling outside but losing its strength, and the rain is virtually gone. The storm is moving off the island.
Scott spent the last hour and a half worrying about me and strategizing on our next steps to find out the identity of the stalker.
I rub his shoulders. “You’re too tense. Let’s do something about that… get you more relaxed.” I smile at him coyly, kissing his neck as I move my hands down his back.
“Yeah, I like that idea.” He lets out a soft groan. “Mmmm… that feels good.” I continue the massage and keep chatting. Before long, his shoulders soften, and he moans deeply. I sigh, a warm jolt of pleasure shooting to my core.
“That’s it.” He pulls me over his lap and takes my mouth, his tongue searching mine. I kiss him back. We move our hands all over each other. He fondles me under my shirt and groans. I’m not wearing a bra. He pushes his hip into my thigh to show me how turned on he is, then sits up and pulls off my shirt and his own. Now we’re just daring someone to catch us.
We keep roaming—a hair’s length from fully giving in to temptation. When we stop to catch our breath, it occurs to uswhat we look like. We’re almost completely naked in the middle of the living room, with an inn full of visitors, including Ms. Connor, who could walk in any minute.
“Damn.”
“Take me to the cottage.”
Scott scoops me up to go, then his face drops. We forgot he has to check on the boat. Disappointed, we put on our clothes and try not to make too much noise as we stifle our laughter.
“I have the worst timing. Ever.”
“Thanks for coming,” I whisper.
He smirks. “Oh. I wish.”
I smack his arm.
Scott pulls me into his arms, squeezing me in a playful bear hug and kissing me deeply. “You’re mine to protect now. Can I… come back after I check on the boat?” He inhales against my neck.
“Please, I’ll be in the cottage.”
He brushes his fingers through my hair, his eyes lingering on my face.
“I can’t wait. And I’ve got something fun planned for us tomorrow,” he murmurs and gives me one last kiss before he lets go and steps out into the rain.
That’s when we hear a loud call over the wind.
Chapter 24
Scott
