Page 29 of The One With The Secret Crushes

It sent another jolt through me. My fingers dove into his hair, pulling. That earned me a groan which sent a surge of pride through me. I was more than happy to let him touch and play. He could demand and tell me exactly what was going to happen, but I needed to know I could do the same.

I lightly depressed my fingernail into his scalp and traced my way to his jaw, down his muscled neck, to his chest. Scott's entire body went taut and his pupils blew.

Then he pulled my hand away and kissed my palm. "You keep that up and we aren't making it to the bedroom."

"I don't mind." The counter was a great height for the things I wanted next.

"I do. Hold on." His hands kneaded my ass and then lifted me up and against him so that I could feel just how hard he was. Then he gently set me on my feet. "We'll have plenty of opportunities for kitchen sex, I promise. Tonight I want you in bed where we can be comfortable. I want my sheets smelling like us. Get moving." He swatted my ass and then wrapped his hands around my hips as he directed me to the stairs, following me up and into the bedroom.

With the floor-to-ceiling windows that looked out over the trees it felt like we were floating. The bedroom wasn't large. Just enough space for the bed, nightstands, and a bench at the end of the bed. There was another door opposite the one we entered that led to the bathroom, and beyond that, the closet. A plush rug covered a portion of the hardwood floors.

"Do you like it?" he asked, setting his chin on my shoulder. His arms wrapped around my waist as we looked out at the trees.

"Iloveit."

"Good, then you'll move in immediately?"

This room felt like mine. Ours. Like it had just been waiting for me. "That closet is awfully empty."

"I know you're not poking fun at my wardrobe and yet it sounds that way in my head."

I turned in his arms. "I love your flannels. Never get rid of them."

"And all my old t-shirts?"

"I love them too."

"Good." He drew the hem of my shirt up and over my head. "I have several I need to see you in. But right now, I really need you naked."

Goosebumps rose on my skin both from the cool air and from watching one of my favorite people devour me with his eyes. His gaze darkened as I pushed the pajama pants down and his jaw flexed as I stepped out of them.

I really did enjoy following his orders if it got that reaction.

He remained perfectly silent with his fists on his hips as he fought for control. Then with one hard swallow he stripped for me and before I knew it, I was in his arms in the deepest kiss of my life. It was like Scott wanted to crawl inside me.

And I didn't mind because I couldn't stop touching him. After years of wishing he'd see me as more than a friend, after months of thinking he forgot me, I had him in my arms and hewantedme. It was like a dream. Itfeltlike a dream. But the way he sank his teeth into my shoulder felt very, very real.

"Mackenzie," he moaned, "say you want this. You wantme."

"I need you, Scott. I've always needed you."

"Oh fuck." He lifted me and walked us to the bed. He stopped with the backs of my knees against the mattress. "You've never been just my friend. You've always beenthe one."

We tumbled to the bed all hands and lips. Every touch was an exploration of new territory. Something I'd thought familiar was now new and different. Scott was always a man of few words but in bed he used them with precision.

"Lift."

"Touch."

"Suck."

"Right. Fucking. Now."

I was such a goner. Done. Annihilated. I thought I was Scott's before we kissed but I had no idea.No idea. None. Scott took me apart and put me back together in a way only he knew. No other man existed now.

Ten

Scott

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