“If you want to come, just say the words.”
“Say please.”
I smirk. Fuck, this girl is going to absolutely ruin me. “Please, baby.”
“You’re so hot when you beg,” she breathes out, rolling her hips against my hand. She reaches down between us, circling her hand around my wrist and picks up her pace. She fucks herself against my hand and all I can do is stare down between us in fascination.
Christ. She’s perfect.
“Yes. I’m coming,” she moans, letting her head fall back as her orgasm rocks her.
I move my fingers in and out of her quickly, feeling her pussy clench around me. It’s enough to make me come again right in my hand, but I don’t. I hold it in. Memorizing the way her face looks when she allows herself to tip over the edge, so I can think about it every night before going to bed.
Scottie may have not said it, but she’s mine in every sense of the word.
As soon as the thought enters my mind, panic takes over.
Minemeans letting her in.
Minemeans she gets close enough to see what I keep buried.
So, when she comes down from her orgasm, I take her face in mine, pressing a kiss to her lips again, and hope like hell she doesn’t feel the rising panic inside of me. Like I can convince myself I didn’t just ruin this. I yank up my jeans, wordlessly and she does the same.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
I crossed the line with her.
A line I’ve wanted to cross, because I’m so gone for her.
So why does it feel like regret clawing up my throat?
I freeze halfway through pulling on my shirt because this is the part where I would disappear without a word, but I don’t. When my eyes find hers, I can see it in her face. She’s expectingmeto run the way I did the first time.
But I’m not.
“Hey,” I say quietly. She looks up at me with soft eyes thatwreck me. “I’m not doing what I did last time. I’m not running from you.”
I see the relief flash across her face, and that alone hits me harder than the panic moments ago of us blurring the lines. Stepping closer to her, I take her face in my hands and press my forehead against hers. “I meant everything I said tonight. Don’t run from me, because I’m not running from you.” I kiss her once. “Letmebe the one who knows you. All of you.” I kiss her again.
She nods, cheeks shift to the perfect shade of pink.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, Scottie.”
“Tomorrow.”
I walk out of the apartment with my lungs burning, because the truth is simple and brutal—Scottie deserves something steady.
And I’m the kind of man who ruins good things by touching them.
EPISODE FOUR
HOLDING IT TOGETHER
On today’sepisode ofNailed It or Failed It, we’re moving on to the living room. Years of water damage have left the ceiling sagging and the stakes sky-high.
As Scottie pushes bold design and Tucker fights for structural sanity, things get…intense. And when a ladder misstep sends one of them tumbling, the real shock isn’t the fall. It’s the way they catch each other.
Let’s just say…the ceiling isn’t the only thing under pressure.
