“What?”
“I see the way he looks at you.”
“He said he won’t try to get between us,” she told him honestly. “But that if you and I ever break up he’d be interested.”
She was still reeling from that revelation. Duncan’s face grew red with temper. “I’ll kill him.”
She darted in front of the door, forcing him to go through her if he wanted to leave.
“No, you won’t. He won’t do anything while we’re together. Let it be.”
“Let it be? He made a play for you.”
God, he was stubborn at times. “Duncan, I’ve slaved for hours over this dinner. I was expecting to have a nice night, not to referee a fight between you and Saxon.”
“I don’t want him bothering you.”
“He wasn’t. I’m a big girl, Duncan. I can take care of myself, even though you seem to think I’ll break if you touch me.”
Temper faded as her words seemed to reach him.
“What are you talking about?”
She sighed, feeling exhausted. “You know what, maybe you should just go. I wanted to make us a special dinner, but it’s ruined now.”
Reaching out, he pulled her close to his chest, holding her tight. “You’re right. I’m an idiot. Why the hell would I want to go pound on Joel Saxon when I could be holding you?”
“You could be doing much more than holding me,” she told him. His whole body tightened and he pulled back to stare down at her.
“That so?”
She nodded, pulling him down to kiss him. Their mouths joined, sizzled. She ran her hands over his chest, touching him, needing him.
“I want you, Duncan.”
“Are you sure?” he asked.
“Never been more sure of anything in my life.”
She held out her hand. He took her hand and let her lead him into the bedroom. This wasn’t like Duncan at all. He always took control in the bedroom. But quite frankly, she would take him any way she could right now.
“Take your clothes off then lie on bed,” she told him.
He quirked an eyebrow at her.
“I want you to watch me strip.”
Duncan pulled off his clothes, then completely naked, he lay down on the bed, putting his arms behind his head. As soon as he was settled, Laken bent over and pulled off her pants.
She reached for her shirt.
“I have some scars,” she warned, feeling self-conscious. The other night, she’d kept them concealed with her camisole, but she knew she couldn’t keep them hidden from him forever.
“Show me,” he commanded.
Slowly, she stripped off her shirt, nerves jangling. Duncan’s gaze darkened, his attention totally focused on her.
It was an amazing feeling.