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“I did.” She leans her head against my shoulder, and it feels as if all is right in the world, holding her like this. “I didn’t think it would be like this, though.”
“Like what?” I thread my fingers through her hair once again, eager to touch her.
“It’s a little terrifying. The fame. The recognition. Yet kind of exhilarating too, you know? It’s hard to describe.”
“I get what you mean.” I stroke her hair for a moment, loving how soft it is, how fragrant. Every single part of her smells good. “I’d forgotten how out of hand it can get. Even a little scary.”
“What happened in the bathroom earlier was really scary. That woman wouldn’t leave me alone.” She shivers.
I wrap my other arm around her shoulders, pulling her in as close as she can get. “I won’t let something like that happen to you again. I’ve got you.”
Another great song title.I’ve got you.
I need to write that down later for sure.
“Thank you.” She lifts her head, those shining eyes meeting mine, and I drown in them for a little bit, getting lost. It’s easy to do with Scarlett, when she looks at me like that. As if I can do no wrong. As if I’m her fucking hero.
No woman has looked at me like that before. Ever.
My throat is clogged with an emotion that I can’t describe, and I give up on trying to speak. Instead, I kiss her.
The spark is there, lighting up between our lips the moment they connect, and when she parts hers easily for me, I take advantage and slip my tongue inside, sliding it against hers. She returns the kiss, her hands curling around my shoulders as she clings to me. I cup the back of her head and drink from her lips, my tongue stroking, a growling sound rumbling deep in my chest.
Fuck, she tastes good. Somehow even better than when we kissed in the pool. Those soft little pants of breath get right under my skin, and when I pull away to tease at the seam of her lips with my tongue, her soft moan makes everything inside of me tighten up.
We kiss for long minutes, the car hurtling down the freeway, the driver completely ignoring us. It’s as if I can’t stop kissing her, pulling on her arm so she has no choice but to practically collapse on top of me, her knees coming around to rest on either side of my hips, straddling me.
She rises above me, and I open my eyes to watch. Her hair falls around her face, her lips red and swollen, her eyes heavy lidded as she studies me. Her chest rises and falls with every quick breath, and my gaze drops to it. The dress she’s wearing exposes the tops of her breasts. Smooth, pale skin on display. A little hint of cleavage.
Again, I give in to my urges and press my face to her chest, right in between her breasts. I breathe in her scent deeply, my lips pressed against her soft skin, wishing I could push her dress out of the way so I could see all of her.
“You got a bra on?” I lift my head to meet her gaze.
She slowly shakes her head, and I feel like I hit the fucking jackpot.
Reaching out, I trace the edge of her neckline, noting the gooseflesh that rises with my touch. Her skin pebbles, her nipples poking against the fabric, and without warning I tug on the fabric, exposing her more, though not all the way.
I lean in before she can say a word or stop me, sucking on her lush flesh, laving it with my tongue before I pull away, studying the red mark I leave behind.
“Tate...”
Once again our eyes meet, hers wide and unblinking. “Tell me to stop and I will.”
“I—”
“I won’t push myself on you, Scar. And just to let you know, this isn’t part of the contract.”
“But—”
I cut her off. “I want you. So fucking bad. I’ve wanted you since the moment in the pool.”
Liar.
I’ve wanted her since before that. Hell, since the night of her birthday when she was fuming after I pulled her up onstage and sang “Happy Birthday” to her like I was trying to emulate Marilyn Monroe, which was ridiculous. Despite the way she looked at me as if I were supposed to be singing for someone else, it didn’t matter. I wanted her then.
I want her even more now.
“I refuse to push you, though. Or make you uncomfortable. If you don’t want to do this, I’m okay with it. I’ll let you walk.” I release my hold on her, spreading my arms out wide, but she doesn’t move from her spot on my lap. Instead, she leans in closer, her eyes locked on mine, her lips so close I can feel the heat of her breath fanning across my mouth.
