Chapter 10
10
LOTTIE
I put on a strong and happy face throughout the night, but I keep one ear open at all times, listening for Mark’s bike.
Scott does, too. I see it in the way his head shifts at the slightest sound or how his eyes will scan the windows at every opportunity. Sometimes, he’ll look at me across the dinner table or at the other side of the couch and he’ll smile and I wonder if he’s smiling for the kids or if he’s thinking about our kiss.
I know I am.
I’ve wanted to kiss you since I tasted your muffins.
My skin tingles with the memory of his touch. Firm yet tender. Soft yet possessive.
And Liam. My baby boy standing behind him, trusting him.
It’s enough to make my belly rumble and my heart ache.
It’s an easy task to get the kids excited for a sleepover. Sprawled out on the living room floor with pillows and blankets, the two of them fall asleep quickly. Happy and unafraid.
But I listen. I wait.
When we’re sure that Mark will not show himself again, I excuse myself to bed. Scott gets comfortable on the couch, happy to be a watchful eye throughout the night.
I’m exhausted, but I can’t keep my eyes closed. I lie awake, my skin still tingling. My body quivers, full of want. I imagine that kiss over and over again. I feel it in my fingers and toes. In my breast. In the deepest places of my heart and soul.
Deep in the night, I rise out of bed. Tugged by some phantom thread, I walk across the room and open my bedroom door.
“Scott,” I whisper in surprise, his form standing in the hall, his hand inches away from the knob. “What’s wrong?”
He doesn’t answer.
He takes a step closer, his body mere inches away from mine. I look up into his eyes as his hand comes to my cheek.
Scott kisses me, and I kiss him back.
Every nerve in my body sings, eager to pick up where we had left off before. I wrap my arms around him, delighting in the hard pull of his body against mine.
I step back, drawing him with me into the bedroom, and we softly close the door.
Moving together, our lips never parting, we stumble toward the bed. We fall blindly onto it in the dark, our bodies whispering against the bedsheets as Scott pushes me toward the pillows. Heat blazes between us. I spread my knees and he pushes between them, rocking me with a grinding rub that makes me quiver for more.
We undress each other. We touch the newly exposed skin, each kiss fueling our fire. I gasp and he groans, the sounds smothered and silent; little secrets passed between us in the dark. Scott kisses down my body, teasing my nipples between his teeth. I cover my mouth with one hand, the other curling through his hair as he travels downward, his name on the tip of my tongue.
With a swift tug, he pulls my shorts down, then returns, his kisses hard and fast. I push his pants down, feeling his hard cock spring free.
Neither of us stops. I’m certainly not interested in thinking this through, my body throbbing for him.
When I reach between us and guide his cock toward my entrance, Scott grunts softly. Our tongues continue to entwine, our bodies on fire.
“Are you sure?” he whispers.
“Yes.” I angle my knees higher, giving him all of me. “Don’t stop. Please.”
Scott thrusts home, and we both sigh. The nervous fear that’s plagued me since Mark left melts away, leaving behind a well of warmth and pleasure. I give myself over to it, locking my ankles together behind Scott’s back as he fills me over and over again.
Moans build in my throat with each purposeful thrust, but I keep quiet, biting my tongue even though I want nothing more than to scream his name.
Scott.
He’s breathing as fast as I am, his grip on me hard enough to leave bruises. He needs this as much as I do; needs to feel something tonight other than what’s come before.
I kiss him, ready to leave the past behind.
To begin anew.
“Scott,” I whisper, so close to the edge. “Go slow.”
He slows the roll of his hips, and I feel every tender inch of him deep inside. In and out. He kisses me slower, too, his tongue massaging mine, stealing my words, my breath.
I tighten around him, feeling every push and pull. Wet and throbbing, I smother my mouth against his shoulder as my orgasm reaches its peak.
Taken over by sweet release, I close my eyes, I hold my breath. I explode from deep within, the sensation better than it’s ever been before. Tears spring to my eyes as waves crash and my toes curl, the feel of his kiss against my neck a perfect reminder of how it feels to be loved.
“Lottie?” Scott whispers in the dark. “Are you okay?”
I take a breath, my cheeks damp with tears. “Yes.”
His thumb glides slowly over my cheek, wiping the tears away. “Did I hurt you?” he asks.
“No,” I say, cupping his face. “You couldn’t.”
I kiss him, our bodies still entwined, my core still throbbing with greed. I roll slowly, and he moves with me, his smirk curling up his cheek as he settles on his back. Straddling him, I align us again, slowly shifting up and down on his cock. I feel him push inside and I shudder all over.
“Fuck,” Scott whispers, his jaw clenched. “You’re beautiful.”
I take him with rolling hips, enjoying the way the pleasure dances in his handsome eyes. He palms my breasts as I ride. Keeping my balance, I quicken into a tender bounce, the pulse of his cock too good not to gasp his name.
My abs burn and my thighs twitch, but I don’t dare stop. I submit myself to the moment, blocking out the rest of the world until another climax washes over me.
“Lottie—” Scott grunts.
I pull him out. I stroke his throbbing cock to the end. He comes with a silent gasp, his seed shooting onto my belly and dripping down my fingers.
Scott pulls me down to kiss him. I fall willingly, my body in need of rest. The heat still burns between us, laughter spilling out of us as we kiss and touch. I purr with the need for more and I kiss down his neck and chest. I travel the length of his torso until I reach his cock.
“Fuck,” he says in surprise as I open my mouth to him.
I lick the length of him, loving and cleaning him, tasting him and myself on his skin.
“You are so...”
His words fade with a groan as I take him deeper. He pushes a soft hand through my hair, moving it back so he can see me, and I look up at him in the dark.
“Fucking beautiful,” Scott whispers.
I kiss up his body again toward his lips. “Keep calling me that and I think you might actually like me.”
Scott pushes me down onto my back. He towers over me on his arms and kisses me, his kiss hard and possessive.
“Oh, I do,” he says. “I like you very much.”
I gasp as he buries his face between my thighs.
I slap a hand over my mouth, his tongue rolling across my clit. I push my other hand through his hair, urging him to lick and suck on my flesh. He squeezes my hips and pulls me closer to him, feasting on me while I purr in heat. His tongue drives me wild, my hips bucking against his face, but he holds me down with a strong hand on my belly.
“Scott, ” I beg as I bite my fingers. “I’m ? —”
Another orgasm steals my words. Breathing hard and fast, I will myself not to moan as I grip his hair. Beyond my pounding heart, I hear his satisfied laughter between my legs. He kisses my clit one more time, then my inner thighs, loving me for as long as he can.
He releases me, beginning a slow climb up my body to my lips. I wrap my arms around him, holding him close, needing his kiss to calm me down.
We lie together, our bodies a tangled mess, our hearts beating in time. Scott shifts onto his side, his arm curling around me and pulling me against his chest. Exhaustion tickles at me, each blink heavier than the last.
But there’s so much left to say.
“Scott…” I say in the dark.
“Shh,” he whispers. “We’ll talk in the morning.”
“You’ll be here when I wake up?” I ask.
“Yes.” He kisses my cheek and holds me tighter. “Go to sleep.”
With a smile, I nod.
With tears in my eyes, I fall asleep.
I dream of sweet things. Of my bakery and blueberry mini muffins. Of firm kisses and soft embraces. Of Scott Smolders.
But somewhere in the distance, a motorcycle roars.