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“I’d only known him for a month when he proposed. God, I was such an idiot. A month?”
“Don’t be so hard on yourself. Eric and I fell for Kip’s lies, too.”
How did Scott know just what to say to make her feel better? She wanted to be touched by him, to be kissed by him, to be held in his arms, exposed. Scott embodied every hero she’d ever read in her erotic romance novels. Sexy. Protective. Dangerous. Kind. A dichotomy of characteristics that appealed to her on every level was right in front of her in flesh and blood, hot male flesh and blood. Her mind might still be resisting, but her body was literally warming to the possibility.
“I guess I shouldn’t. My mother’s illness took all my focus and hers from my sixteenth birthday until her death four years later and two months before I met the bastard. I graduated high school only because my mother demanded that I did. I felt so lost. I accepted Kip’s offer of marriage mainly because I was terrified of being alone again. The very next day we drove to Vegas.”
“Kip hated planes. I remember that about him.”
“Yes, he did. We stayed at the Monte Carlo. Did you know that in Las Vegas, you can get a marriage license and be married the same day? I didn’t. Not back then. Even then, Kip had to ply me with drinks to get me to agree to go through with it.”
“Fuck him.” Scott growled his disapproval.
Again, his rage made her feel better. She hadn’t told anyone this story. Hell, she hadn’t had anyone close enough to tell, no family, no friends, no one. Telling Scott felt right. Her heart was already on board, but her mind held back, if only a little.
“I’ve tried to figure out a way to get a divorce.” The word divorce was a little off the mark since what she really had been trying to do was get her marriage annulled. Instead of correcting herself, she went on. “I don’t have the money and I don’t know where the government is keeping him.”
“Megan, did he ever touch you?”
She knew that Scott meant physical abuse but the answer was the same, though she decided not to elaborate.
How could she tell him that she was still a virgin? A twenty-five-year-old virgin. Most didn’t believe such a creature existed, but here she was. Married, too. Impossible.
“No. Kip never touched me.”
Chapter Seven
Scott watched Megan’s lips quiver. Eric was the one with the sixth sense when it came to women, but he wasn’t without his talents. She had told some of the tale of her time with Kip, but she was still holding back. What? He wasn’t sure, but he had to find out. Yes, patience with her was required, much patience. After all she’d been through—losing her mother so young, being manipulated by that bastard, having every possession taken from her—she deserved his and Eric’s patience and more.
“I’m here for you, sweetheart. No judgment. Talk to me.” The one revelation that had come in this flight to New York was he would never let Megan go. Ever.
“I don’t want to talk about this anymore.” Her hands were trembling and he watched her clasp them together in a clear attempt to steady them.
A whiff of her scent filled his nostrils and his cock stiffened in his pants. But it was more than lust for her that burned through his body. Her trusting him with the details of her past had forever sealed him to her. She was his. Always. He grabbed onto the connection he felt to Megan with his entire being. Yes, he would marry her, but he would never be more committed to Megan than he was right now, here on this plane.
He touched her cheek. “All right, sweetheart.”
She grabbed his wrist with her tiny hands, holding his fingers in place on her face. Her sweet, needy sigh thrilled him. It made him feel wanted and powerful.
Megan released his wrist. “Sorry.”
“Stop,” he said, his Dom skills moving to the forefront and keeping his fingertips on her soft skin. “We have time to enjoy ourselves, swee
theart, before we land.”
He wasn’t going to fuck her here, on the plane, though the blistering fervor inside him was becoming more difficult to hold back. Making love to her would come in the right way, the only way he knew, with his brother. Sharing Megan with Eric couldn’t come any sooner. Scott knew it would be Nirvana.
I’ve got to get a taste of her sweetness. His cock and balls stood up and saluted that thought.
“What about the pilot?” Her eyes darted to the closed door of the cockpit.
“I agree with you. Need to make sure we have some privacy.” Without moving an inch from her, he reached for the intercom and clicked it on.
“Yes, Mr. Knight?” The pilot’s voice came through the speaker.
“How long before we touch down?” Watching Megan’s sudden quivers mesmerized him.
“Two more hours, sir.”
