A low rumble sounded from deep inside his chest. “Say I want you, Scott. I need the words or I’ll send you inside alone.”

“I want you, Scott.” The words tumbled out, an easy capitulation that had been anything but. Another Meg Thompson decision she feared would alter the course of her life. And she was powerless to stop it.

Chapter Two

Meg said the words, and Scott’s head buzzed with her heady admission. He’d been holding on by a thread since she’d admitted that her friends wanted her to have a one-night stand. If anyone was going to put hands on her, it was going to be him. Problem was, once he touched her … once he had her, one time wouldn’t be enough. But that was an issue he’d deal with later.

She opened the door to her apartment. They stepped inside, and he immediately pressed her up against the wall, his hips bracing against hers. “I want you too. And if this is what you’ll give me, I’m taking it.”

He leaned close, intending to kiss her, but her scent beckoned, and he breathed in the warm, sensual fragrance that made him hard and kept him up nights.

He dragged his lips from her jaw to her cheek. “You smell so fucking good.”

A small whimper escaped from the back of her throat, and his dick hardened against the teeth of his zipper.

“I need to taste you.” He settled his mouth over hers, finding her lips soft, her flavor sweet. Better than he’d imagined, and he wanted more. He nipped at her lower lip and slid his tongue inside, turning things hot quickly.

He discovered Meg was an equal partner in the glide and tangle of their tongues, in the click of his teeth against hers.

She threaded her hands through his hair and tugged, and he knew if she kept touching him, it’d be over before things got started. He pulled her arms above her head and clasped her wrists in one hand. “I call the shots.”

He watched her carefully and her eyes dilated. He grinned, liking her response. He’d always preferred control, more so after his marriage and life had fallen apart, and his older brother Ian had taught him not to apologize for who he was or what he needed. His cousin Decklan had introduced him to his favorite club in New York, and Scott had begun to understand himself even more.

“I’m not sure I like that,” she said, her mind obviously at war with what her needy body craved.

“When I make you come over and over, you will.”

Her eyes opened wide. And then she laughed. Damned woman actually laughed at him. He raised an eyebrow.

“What?” she asked, her eyes lighting up. “Experience tells me that was a cocky claim.”

“You did not just call my skill into question.”

She met his gaze, a combination of mirth and seriousness in her chocolate-brown eyes. “Maybe it’s the skill of all those men in my past I’m talking about,” she murmured, her voice dropping, honesty and embarrassment forcing her gaze down.

Olivia had told him Meg had a history of picking the wrong guys. A pattern that went far beyond the asshole who’d laid a hand on her this last time. Now Scott understood just how bad her prior relationships had been, and he intended to make up for each and every jerk in her past. Something that would take way more than one night.

But he’d start now. “Okay, baby, I’m going to lay down a few rules.”

Her mouth opened and closed.

So damned cute, but he wouldn’t tell her that.

“I am not your baby,” she said, but the gleam in her eyes told him otherwise. She liked when he called her that.

He grinned. “We’ll see.”

She narrowed her gaze. “And did you say rules?” Meg asked, unable to believe his nerve.

He nodded. “Rules. As in, you do as I say and you get to come. Often.”

How could she argue with that? Before she could even respond, he picked her up and into his arms, enjoying the warmth of her body against his. “Direct me to the bedroom.”

“Are you always this bossy?” she asked. And why oh why did her pussy spasm when he acted like this? A normal woman would be turned off, but not Meg. A guy took control and she wanted more.

“Yes. Get used to it. Back there?” he tilted his head toward the open doorway and, without waiting for an answer, strode to her room.

He paused by the bed, dipped his head, and kissed her hard. This was no first-date kiss, but then this wasn’t a date. This was sex, and she already knew it was going to be the best she’d ever had.

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