Page 59 of Fighting for Scarlett

The flow of one of the jets was aimed right at her bundle of nerves, and his fingers stroked her skin as they gripped her hips. “Are you on birth control?”

“Hmm? Oh, yeah,” she said, looking at him over her shoulder through heavy-lidded eyes.

“I'm clean, condom or not?”

“I'm clean, too, I’ve never done it without a condom before.”

“Me either, sweetheart.” He’d never wanted to either. But right here, right now, with this woman, he didn't want anything between them.

“No condom,” she whispered.

This time not wanting to make her wait for a single thing—Scarlett had been waiting long enough for someone to make her feel important—he lined up and slid inside her.

It felt like coming home.

Like all his life he too hadn't felt important, like he mattered, but with Scarlett, they both … belonged.

Caught between the jet sending water pounding right onto her bud, and him behind her, gripping her hips as he thrust into her, from this angle grazing the spot inside her he knew would soon have her seeing stars, Tate set a steady pace.

Didn't take long for Scarlett to cry out, her internal muscles clamping around him, setting off a chain reaction as pleasure shot through his body.

Nuzzling her neck as aftershocks of pleasure zinged through his body, Tate touched a row of kisses down the slender column. “You matter, Scarlett. Never doubt that. You matter to a lot of people, and you matter to me.”

Absolute truth.

Truth he’d tried to ignore and deny.

But he couldn’t any longer.

Didn't want to either.

But even as he fell a little harder for Scarlett, a voice was taunting him at the back of his mind. A dangerous man was hunting Scarlett and there was a warrant out for her arrest.

What happened if he fell for her and lost her?

Would it destroy him as losing his mother had done to his father?

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

January 17th

6:34 A.M.

Did she have enough courage to ask the question buzzing at the back of her mind all night?

Even while she slept it was there.

Even as Tate cooked for her.

Even as he smiled at her.

Even as he made love to her again.

Even as they slept tangled in each other’s arms.

Scarlett wanted to ask so badly, but a part of her was afraid of the answer.

The thing was, when it came to this man she no longer trusted her gut. It was easy for Tate to say that he admired her for going after what she wanted in life, but the truth was that fear drove her, not some noble purpose.

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