She pulled her hands free, wrapping them around her stomach.
As a man who’d had everything ripped away from him suddenly and without warning by a selfish bitch who’d never given his feelings a thought, Scott eyed this protective woman with wonder and awe.
“Is that everything?” he asked gruffly.
She shook her head, her eyes damp. “He told me to get rid of it or he’d do it for me,” she whispered.
Scott swore, possessive feelings rushing through him. “He won’t get near you,” he promised. He’d protect Meg and her unborn baby, but more than that, he’d make her feel safe. “I’ve got you.”
She threw herself into his arms, wrapping herself around him and holding on tight. “I don’t know why you’re with me, but I’m so glad you are.”
She fit against him, and he buried his face in her hair, breathing in her sexy scent. “It’ll be okay.”
She eased back, glancing up. “I believe you.” Her gaze intense, she lowered her head until her lips touched his, a soft press of her mouth, and he was lost. He skimmed his tongue back and forth over the seam of her lips, coaxing her open, sliding inside.
She welcomed him eagerly, the kiss going on, a long stroking tangle of tongues. He loved tasting her, could kiss her forever. Even with his cock begging to be freed, he could get lost in her mouth for hours. He lifted her shirt, gliding his knuckles up her sides and cupping her breasts through the lace bra.
“I may keep my desk empty just for this alone,” he muttered before burying his mouth against her neck.
He suckled lightly, knowing she wouldn’t be happy if he left a mark. His inner beast wanted to claim her that way, but he respected her too much to cause trouble for his hot, sexy kindergarten teacher.
She wriggled closer, and he pulled her astride him, her knees on either side of his thighs. His cock jumped in eagerness, but it wasn’t getting any real action. She shifted, settling her sex over the hard swell of his erection, and as he rocked her against him, she curled her fingers around his shirt and moaned.
“I know what you need, baby. Let me take the edge off of your stress.” He braced his hands on her hips and moved her back and forth, heeding her soft sighs and increasingly rapid breathing.
He gritted his teeth at the heated press of her mound against his confined cock, promising himself release later. This wasn’t about him. Since he’d met Meg, nothing he did was about anyone or anything other than her.
“Oh, Scott. This feels so good.” Her hips shifted restlessly, her lower body gyrating hard against him.
“Pretend I’m inside you. Hard. Big. Hot. Fucking you and giving you what you need.”
She tipped her head back, which thrust her pelvis forward, and she let out a shuddering scream.
Somehow he silenced her, slamming his mouth down on hers, capturing the sound of her orgasm at the same time her body seized over and around his. As she rode out her release, the steady grind of their bodies nearly killed him. He held back somehow, trying to focus on counting in his head and not on the sexy-as-fuck woman coming apart in his arms.
She finally collapsed against him, and even he needed a minute or two to catch his breath. He wasn’t sure how much time had passed when he heard the knock on his door.
Meg tried to push off him, but he held on. “Come in.”
“Rick’s guess was right. It was a burner,” Tyler said as he stepped inside. His gaze locked on Scott’s before glancing at the embarrassed female bundle in his arms. Tyler grinned. “Want me to come back later?”
“No, go on,” Scott said.
Meg pinched his side hard.
He managed not to grunt in surprise.
Tyler leaned against the doorframe. “Like I said, dickhead called from a disposable. No trace. And Rick filled me in on the rest of what went down today. Your best bet is to try talking to the parents. See what influence they have on their kid.”
Scott ran a hand over Meg’s back, still very aware of the soft woman in his arms. “We’ll figure it out,” he said to his sibling.
Tyler nodded, grinned, and stepped out, shutting the door loudly behind him.
“Oh my God, that was mortifying!” Meg pushed off his lap and adjusted her clothing, smoothing wrinkles from her leggings and fixing her shirt, which was hanging askew. “I was straddling you, and we’d just, I’d just…”
Scott knew well what they’d just done. His dick still stood at alert, and his balls were probably blue. “Relax, it’s my office. And Tyler doesn’t care.”
“Well, I do.” She pulled her clip out and tried to fix her hair. “I need to go home and pull myself together. Relax. But I need my car, and that’s at the school, so you can just take me there now.”