Page 99 of That Moment
He chuckles softly. “Yeah, I remember.”
I lift my chin. “I don’t know exactly what I want, Scotty, but I know it’s more than just hooking up. I want…” I pause, the words catching in my throat. “I want more.”
I still can’t say the words, still can’t make myself brave enough to even admit that I’m in love with him.
His eyes soften, the tension in his shoulders easing just slightly. “Yeah,” he says quietly. “I want that too.”
“Really?”
“Yes, really. I’m not willing to give you up.” He drags a hand over his jaw, taking a step closer. Then another. He starts to circle me slowly, voice dropping to that deep, husky rumble that always wrecks my composure. “Now, about those rules.”
“Rules?” I echo, distracted. He stops behind me, close enough that the heat from his body slides over my back.
“I’ve got a few ideas.”
Of course he does.
He leans down, his mouth brushing the shell of my ear. “Rule number one…” His voice vibrates through me. “If you’re fucking me, you’re not fucking anyone else. No flirting. No entertaining other options. You want this? You wantme? Then I’m it. And I’ll do the same.”
He moves around to face me, stopping just close enough that I have to look up at him. His thumb brushes my chin, tilting my face up. The look in his eyes is pure challenge. “Deal?”
My mouth goes dry, but I manage to whisper, “Deal. But that includes you trying to make me jealous with one of your many past flavors.”
His grin cracks wide, dangerous and sexy. “Flavors, huh?”
“You know exactly what I mean.”
“Yes, I do. And you’re right. I’m sorry for that. It was childish. Immature.”
The apology is so simple it almost knocks the wind out of me. “Thank you,” I whisper, surprised at how much it matters to hear him say it.
He nods once, then steps even closer, close enough that I can feel the faint brush of his breath against my cheek. “Rule numbertwo,” he murmurs, “When you’re in my garage, I fuck you the way I want to, when I want to.”
My breath hitches. “That’s not exactly fair.”
His hand slides around the back of my neck, fingers spreading wide, his grip firm but not rough. His thumb strokes the edge of my jaw as he leans down. “Yeah, and you like that about me, don’t you, sweetheart? You can swing your dick in the boardroom all you want, but with me—that’s not happening.”
The sound of his voice, that deep, commanding drawl, shoots straight through me. Every muscle in my body tightens in anticipation. My voice comes out as a whisper. “Deal.”
His lips curl into a slow, wicked grin. “Good girl.”
The two words hit me like a spark to gasoline. I try to speak, but he’s already closed the distance between us, his hand sliding down to my waist, pulling me flush against him. My heart slams against my ribs.
“Rule number three,” he murmurs against my temple, “This stays between us. No one’s business but ours. I get you want to talk to your girlfriends, but I’m not having this thing ruined because Axel or Aiden decides to play overprotective big brother and beat my ass.”
I hesitate, because that one hurts a little. I don’t want to be his secret. But he’s right, if we want to figure this out, we need to keep the noise out. The family, the town, all the opinions that would bury us before we even start.
After a long beat, I whisper, “Yes.”
“That’s my girl.”
Before I can react, his mouth is on mine. His tongue slides against mine, and I’m gone. The kiss deepens fast, too fast, until I’m instantly overtaken with lust. I clutch at his shirt, pulling him closer, needing more. His hand drags down my spine, slow and possessive, until it rests at my hip. He presses a palm to my shoulder, firm enough to make me shiver.
“Down,” he murmurs.
It takes me a heartbeat to understand what he means. Then his hand applies a little pressure, guiding me. My breath stutters as I sink to my knees in front of him, the concrete cold beneath my knees.
When I look up at him, his eyes are dark and hungry. His voice drops, deep and rough. “You want to suck my cock, baby?”
