“So they’re getting pretty serious,huh?”
He laughs a little, then winces. “That’s putting itmildly.”
“Has Sam had serious girlfriends before, or?...” Maya hasn’t asked to me to get intel on Sam, of course, she is as happy as a clam, but my defenses have gone up on herbehalf.
“He had a serious girlfriend in college that he used to talk about. He dated a singer-songwriter for about a year, couple years ago, but she was crazy. Nothing like what he’s got going on withMaya.”
“And how would you classify what he’s got going on withMaya?”
He doesn’t hesitate. “Beautiful, hot, genuine biglove.”
“Oh.”
“You should be happy forher.”
“Iam.”
“Good. Because if you’re questioning my boy’s intentions or his integrity, then you’re even more mistaken than usual. He’s one of the best guys I’ve everknown.”
“Okay.”
“He’s the most loyal friend I’ve ever had. He doesn’t talk too much, but when he does, he’s right abouteverything.”
I smile. “That’s what I always say about Maya. I mean, except she does talk alot.”
“Doesn’t surprise me. I mean, I know you’re being protective, but…you’ve got nothing to worry about where Maya and Sam are concerned.” He gives me a look, before closing his eyes and tilting his head backagain.
Right.
It’s me and you I should be worriedabout.
Gotit.
Chapter 12
*Erin*
Itake a quick,hot, steamy shower in the hotel bathroom. It’s my third shower of the day, but I feel the need for it. If I were smart, I’d be taking a coldone.
Maya has taken her things to Sam’s room, and Scott Braddock is currently in the room just beyond the bathroomdoor.
I didn’t lock the bathroom door. I keep expecting him to walk in, to join me in the shower. But he doesn’t. God forbid he should ever do what I expect him to do. He has been remarkably quiet since he took a punch for me, especially so after I told him he could stay in my room. Is he surprised? Probably. Was it a mistake? Should I have been more adamant about us maintaining clear boundaries? Probably. Do I regret it? Notyet.
Iexitthe steamy bathroom wearing a pretty silk kimono robe over my transparent white camisole and black cotton boyshorts (which are sexier than they sound), hair combed but still damp. His shirt is unbuttoned. He has removed his belt and shoes and socks. His bare feet are beautiful. He sits on the edge of one of the double beds, facing me, still andexpressionless.
I slowly approach him. “Does it stillhurt?”
He nods his head once, his hand slowly reaching for the belt that’s loosely tied around mybathrobe.
I slowly lean in towards him. “You want me to kiss itbetter?”
He nodstwice.
I place a gentle kiss under his eye, on his temple, his eyebrow, his forehead. He undoes the belt of the robe and reaches a hand inside. When I feel his hand on the bare skin of my waist, it is electrifying. I let out a gasp and suddenly pull away from him. I straighten up and tie the belt up tighter. He doesn’t even blink, doesn’t smile, no emotion, just sits there and waits for me to comearound.
I hate how calm heis.
My body has never felt this much desire for another body before, and my brain still cannot accept that the body I desire belongs to ScottBraddock.
