Right?
I push that little flicker of doubt aside. This is about learning what good sex is supposed to feel like, and I trust Scott to teachme. Besides, I’m leaving when my cabin is fixed. That’s the plan. No getting attached.
But, damn, my body is already attached.
I pull on my work clothes, standard leggings and a tank top, and find Scott already up, chopping wood like the rugged mountain man he is. His shirt is off, and his back muscles flex with every swing of the axe. Tattoos ripple across his skin, and I swear I could watch him all day.
I shake my head. Nope, we’ve got work to do. And later? We’ve got a whole other kind of work lined up.
I practically hum with anticipation as we drive to my cabin and start on the cabin repairs. Scott, though, he’s quiet.
Too quiet.
Usually, we banter, me teasing him, him grunting back like the grumpy caveman he is, but today he’s keeping his answers short.
I brush it off at first, thinking maybe he’s just focused. Or tired from his run last night.
But by noon, I’m starting to worry.
“Hey,” I say, pausing as I hand him a water bottle. “Everything okay?”
He nods. “Yeah. Just a lot on my mind.”
I get it. He’s not exactly a man of many words, but I also don’t want him second-guessing what we agreed on.
Because I’m not second-guessing. I’m all in.
I flash him a grin, hoping to lighten the mood. “Well, if you’re stressed about tonight, you shouldn’t be. I’m very low-maintenance. Should I wear something you like? Or cook a fancy meal first? Wine? Candles? You tell me.”
Scott groans, wiping sweat from his brow with the back of his hand. He doesn’t look at me.
“You don’t need to do any of that, Bree.”
I blink. “Okay… but if you want—”
He cuts me off, voice rough. “I don’t need anything but you.”
Oh.
My heart does this stupid little flip, even though this isn’t supposed to be emotional.Just sex. But still… that was kind of sweet, right?
I nod, trying to play it cool. “Got it. No frills. Just me.”
He lets out a low grunt, his jaw tight as he gets back to work. I can tell he’s holding something back, but I decide to let it go. We’ll work it out later… in bed.
By the time we finish for the day, my body is aching, but I’m still so excited, probably more from the anticipation than anything else. When we get back to his cabin, I sling my bag over my shoulder and smile.
“I’m claiming first shower,” I say, darting inside before he can argue.
I practically skip to the bathroom, locking the door behind me. Stripping down, I step under the hot water, letting it work out the tension in my muscles.
This is happening. Finally happening. I’m going to have sex with Scott Fergus!
I lather up, my hands trailing over my curves as I imagine Scott touching me tonight, his rough palms on my hips, his mouth on my breasts, his body pressing mine into his mattress as he finally takes me.
Heat pools low in my belly as I rub soap over my skin, teasing my nipples until they harden under my fingertips. I close my eyes, picturing his face between my legs again, the way he looked at me like he couldn’t get enough.
God, I’m already turned on.
