I pause, then add softly, “I want to know what it feels like with you, Scott.”
His chest rises and falls heavily. His fists clench on his thighs like he’s keeping himself from reaching for me.
I lean in closer. “So, what do you say? Will you teach me?”
His jaw works, like he’s trying to find a way out, but there isn’t one. He wants this. I can see it. Feel it.
“Jesus, Bree,” he mutters. “You’re making it real fucking hard to be good.”
I smile, leaning even closer until our faces are only inches apart, as I lick my lips, smiling when I see his eyes follow my tongue. “Maybe I don’t want you to be good.”
His hand shoots out, curling around the back of my neck, his grip firm. He pulls me toward him slowly, his breath mingling with mine.
“You really want this?” he asks. “It’s not some game?”
I nod, my pulse hammering. “Yes.”
A muscle ticks in his jaw. His thumb brushes over my throat, his grip tightening just enough to make my breath catch.
“Then you’re mine while you’re here. No holding back. You want to learn? I’ll teach you everything.”
My breath shudders out of me. “Sweet baby Jesus, thank you.”
He stares at me for a long beat, then curses under his breath before his mouth crashes into mine. The kiss is rough, claiming as his tongue slides against mine, his hand threading into my hair, tilting my head back as he takes everything. There’s no hesitation now. No second-guessing. Just need. Raw and all-consuming.
I moan into his mouth, and his hand moves to my thigh, gripping it possessively. I arch into him, feeling his hardness pressing against me through his jeans.
I want him. Right here. Right now.
He pulls back, breathing heavily, his eyes wild. “Not tonight.”
I blink, confused. “What?”
He smirks, brushing his thumb over my swollen lips. “We do this, we do it right. I’m not fucking you in my damn truck like some quick lay. You deserve more than that.”
My heart melts a little at that, because for all his roughness, there’s this man beneath it who cares more than he lets on.
“Tomorrow,” he murmurs. “We start tomorrow.”
I nod, my whole body thrumming with anticipation. “Tomorrow. I need to get some protection for us sweetheart, We can wait until then.”
He leans in, kissing me once more, slower this time, but just as possessive. Like he’s marking me.
When we finally step out of the truck and head inside, I already know. Tomorrow can’t come fast enough.
Chapter 17: Scott
Irun hard. Harder than I have in months. Maybe years.
The cool night air bites at my skin as my boots pound against the damp dirt trail cutting through the woods. My breath is heavy, muscles burning, but none of it touches the ache deep in my gut, the one Bree planted there and left to fester.
Jesus Christ. What the hell did I just agree to?
Casual sex. Like I’m capable of that.
With Bree? There’s not a fucking chance.
The second I get inside her, it’s over. I already know it—I won’t let her go.
