That filthy mouth took things to another level.
“Please.”
His hips moved faster. Harder. Deeper. They were two animals lost to everything but the primal need to mate and claim. The orgasm engulfed her like a tsunami obliterating everything in its path.
She shouted and squeezed Scott so tight if she’d had the ability for conscious thought, she’d have worried she’d broken his neck. All she managed to do was to cling to him and ride out the wave. Her thighs shook, and her pussy contracted at least a dozen times.
Scott lasted one or two breaths before his harsh curse hit her ear, and he came deep inside her.
Inside her. With no condom.
It was the hottest moment of her life. And she wanted a million more just like it.
Each time his muscles spasmed, he pressed her harder into the wall. It took him as long as it did her to calm down. As their breathing eventually leveled and the sweat began to cool, she shivered. Cold didn’t matter. She’d gladly stay just like this outside in a blizzard.
After a few moments, his cock softened, allowing wetness to trickle out onto her thighs.
“Oh, my God,” she whispered. “I can feel it. You.”
“Mmm. I’d watch it drip out of you and then rub it into your skin if I could move. So fucking hot.”
Wow. That would be sexy as hell. Her face heated, and her sex fluttered with renewed interest.
He grunted a half-chuckle with his face in the crook of her neck. “You know I’m thirty-nine, right? Gonna need at least a few minutes, babe.”
Like she had any control over her body when he was around? Laughing right along with him, she gave him a playful whack on the back. And that took every last ounce of energy she had.
He shifted, banding his arms under her half-naked ass. “Let’s go to bed. You mind if we wait until tomorrow morning to talk about how the meeting went?”
He planned to talk about it with her? Her heart nearly exploded. His words about not wanting her only for her body weren’t merely words. Here he was, following them up with action, including her in his life, his club, and his family. “That’s perfect,” she managed around the lump of emotion in her throat. “Uh, but I should probably shower?”
He shook his head as he walked them the few feet across the studio apartment to his bed. His grin was pure evil. “Want you to fall asleep with me all over you. And in you.”
Okay then. Wow. She wanted it too, but who the hell knew why?
When they reached the bed, Scott set her down on the mattress. Without needing words, they both removed the rest of their clothing. Once fully naked, a way she’d never once slept the entire night, Olivia scooted until she was settled in the bed. Scott followed seconds later, pulling her into his arms as soon as he was horizontal. The sigh that left him was so full of satisfaction and contentment that it made her smile against his firm chest.
This man was everything. She wanted to spend every night she had in Florida right there in his bed.
Dammit, the thought had her mind shifting to the limit of her time there. And that reminded her of the secrets she kept. Secrets Brooke told her she should divulge. How would Scott react? Not positively. She knew that for sure. But would he send her away? Because at this point, she lo—liked her time with him so much, she’d be devastated if he shunned her.
But then he’d once gain opened himself up to her tonight, telling her he wanted more than sex, and he planned to share the details of his meeting while she’d shared nothing of herself or her past. Guilt was a nasty little emotion that tended to sneak up on someone and infiltrate their consciousness.
It was now or never.
Swallowing a mouthful of fear, she pressed a kiss to the tattoo on his chest and then gazed up at him. “Scott?”
“Mmm? Yeah, babe?” he slurred without opening his eye. So near sleep. Another reason to feel guilty.
Waking him sucked, but if she chickened out now, she’d never get the words out. “I need to tell you something. It’s about why I’m here in Florida. About my fiancé.”
His visceral reaction came immediately and put a tiny fissure in her heart. His arms tensed around her, and his heart sped where it was pressed against hers. His strong jaw pulsed, and those eyes she loved on her turned hard and cold.
Abort! Abort!
This was a mistake. A huge screwed-up whopper of a mistake.
But it was too late to turn back. She’d opened the box, and all her horrors were primed to escape.
All she could do now was hope Scott didn’t revert to hating her because, after the past few days, she couldn’t stand being around him and not being close to him.