His smile told her he did.
“Upstairs I have three rooms.” They walked up the stairs and she pointed to the left. “I have a guest room and one I use for exercise. This room on the rightis my bedroom.”
After he’d peeked into the other rooms he stopped in her doorway. “Am I allowed in this hallowed sanctuary?”
Stopping herself from rolling her eyes, she shrugged. “You’re allowed. Don’t make yourself too comfortable, though. If you don’t mind, I’m going to get out of thesework clothes.”
“I don’t mind at all. Go right ahead.”
His look had her holding her breath. Did she want to tempt him? He still stood in the doorway as his gaze roamed the room, taking in her furniture and decor.
“It’s not as froufrou as I thought it wouldbe. I like it.”
Moving toward her dresser, she pulled her blouse from the waistband of her skirt and started unbuttoning it. As she slipped it off her shoulders, he looked in her direction. He was trying to be polite and not stare but he wasn’t being all that successful.
Placing the blouse on the nearby chair, she reached back to unhook her skirt. Damn thing got stuck. Should she ask Scott? God, she wanted him to undress her and rock her world but what did that mean to her independent status?You can screw the gorgeous hunk and still be independent.That inner voice never had any control.
“Can you help me with thishook, please?”
Pushing away from the door frame, Scott sauntered over. “Happy to help.”
The hook was undone in seconds and the zipper started to lower. She should tell him she was all set and he could leave now but for some reason her vocal chords were frozen.
“Did you need help getting it off too?”
In the mirror his eyes zoomed in on her breasts nearly popping out of her bra. It was demi-cut, lacy, and her nipples barely fit inside. Currently they were hardening. He must be able to see that. If the arousal at her back was anything togo by, he did.
“Are you an expert in undressing women now? Or has that alwaysbeen a talent?”
The rough skin of his hands skimmed her waist and slid the fabric of her skirt lower. “Well, a guy learns a lot when he’s done timeon the inside.”
Her chuckle escaped and she looked to see if he was offended by it. The grin on his face said he wasn’t. His eyes were still focused above her waist while his hands continued to slide her skirt down. It finally dropped, landing on the floor. Scott knelt down, lifting one of her feet then the other to pickup the fabric.
“We wouldn’t want this wrinkled. I love the way it hugs all your curves.”
His voice was so rough and husky it caused goosebumps on her skin. There was no way she could move if she tried. His presence mesmerized her. What would he do next?
After folding the skirt then laying it on the same chair as her blouse, he moved back behind her and slid his hands around her waist then up to cup her breasts. Lowering his head, he kissed up the side of her neck. Shivers ran through her and she tilted her head to one side. God, he could do this all day. With his tongue stroking her skin, he nibbled on the back of her neck.
“I love hearing you moan like that,” he whispered near her ear as he bit softly on that too. Sensations began to overwhelm her. Arching her back she pushed into the hands holding her. Pushing the lacy fabric aside, he scooped her from the cups and began kneading her flesh.
“God, Scott,” she moaned, to hell with her pride. She wanted him to touch her, stroke her, take control.
“Something you like?”
“Mmm” was all she managed as he pinched her nipples and gently pulled. Grinding her hips against his arousal, she wanted more.
“Now that I’m a bad boy who’s been in prison, I’m acceptable. I didn’t know you had that naughty side to you, princess. We’ll need to exploreit some more.”
“Yes, please,” she begged, wanting him to explore every part of her.
Her bra dropped away. When had he undone that? This desire coursing through her had made her lose all sanity.
“Apparently you’ve got someone who makes your panties drip,” Scott said, his hand lowering down her stomach. “I was wonderingif it was me.”
Damn, how had he known that? She’d said that to Callie. Had Jack overheard? It didn’t matter now.
“Could be.” She wouldn’t let his head swell too much. Well, not that head anyway. The other one pushed against her back quite prominently.
