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“I have this second chance because of you. I met you.” He reaches for me, his fingers streaking across my cheek, making me shiver. That and the sincerity glowing in his eyes. “And I’m not saying this because you’re pretending to be my girlfriend and it’s all helping out my career. I’m so damn grateful to you, Scarlett, for agreeing to this when you didn’t have to. It’s more that your dad sought me out and believed in me enough to hire me to perform at your party. Your family gave me an opportunity I would’ve never had otherwise, and I appreciate it. I appreciate you. For standing by my side. For believing in me.”
I part my lips, ready to speak, but he presses his index finger against my mouth, silencing me.
“Your belief in me and my career gives me the strength to keep going. I have some ideas for the songs, and I think they’re going to start coming together. We’re going to start laying down the tracks next week. This album is going to get finished in time, and I feel really good about it.”
I’m smiling when he removes his finger from my mouth. “That’s great, Tate. I’m so happy for you.”
“You’re a big part of this.” He cups the side of my face, his touch gentle, and I can’t help myself.
I turn toward his palm and kiss it.
Heat flares in his gaze, and he tilts my head back, his mouth landing on mine. His kiss is hungry, his tongue insistent as it slides into my mouth, and I respond in kind, kissing him back just as intensely. His hands wander, touching me everywhere but where I want him the most, and a low groan of frustration leaves me.
He breaks away first, his breaths coming harder, his lips damp and swollen from mine. “What’s wrong?”
“It’s this dress.” I tug on the slender column, showing him how fitted it is from the hips down. “The skirt is too tight.”
He’s smiling, looking rather pleased with himself. “What, you want to climb on top of me?”
“Well... yeah.” I don’t even bother trying to deny it.
Tate helps rectify the situation, gathering the skirt of my dress and helping me pull it up. Farther and farther until he can basically see my panties. Which I tell myself is no big deal, considering he’s seen me in a bikini. Has felt me up when I’m wearing a bikini even.
But I see the interest in his gaze. The way his eyes slide over me slowly, making my skin heat. Like he’s trying to figure out a way to get my clothes off while we’re in the back seat of this car.
Thank goodness he hit a button and slid the partition up so our driver can’t see us.
And why do so many moments happen between us while we’re in a car?
“Come here,” Tate murmurs, and I go to him, my dress carefully gathered just above my hips as I climb on top of his lap, straddling him. His hands slide beneath the bunched fabric of my dress, covering my ass, and a gasp leaves me when he yanks me closer.
I can feel his erection. Thick and heavy, pressing into my core, and I release a shuddery breath.
“See what you do to me?” He drifts one hand up my back, until his fingers are curled around my nape, pulling my head down so he can murmur against my lips, “I’ve been walking around like this for weeks.”
“Weeks?” I squeak. We haven’t even been here for that long.
“Feels like it.” He tilts my head back, his mouth on my throat. Delivering soft, wet kisses that have me straining closer. “You drive me fucking crazy. Your laugh. Your smile. The way you look at me.”
I tilt my head back, my eyelids falling closed as he kisses and licks his way down my neck. “H-how do I look at you?”
“Like you believe in me,” he whispers against my skin, pausing before he lifts his head.
I open my eyes, our gazes locking, and I see it then.
That’s all Tate has ever wanted. For someone to believe in him, especially during those moments when he doesn’t even trust himself.
“I believe in you,” I say, my voice firm. “You can do whatever you set your heart on. Conquer whatever challenge comes your way.”
His smile is faint. “Right now, all I can think about is conquering you.”
You’ve already got me, I think to myself as his mouth returns to mine, our tongues stroking, circling each other. I bury my hands in his soft hair, holding him close, letting him devour me. Enjoying every single second, despite the trickle of fear running through me.
I want this. I want him. But I’m still a little scared. I’ve never gone this far before, and there are all these expectations in my head.
He probably has expectations too. Ones I’m sure I can’t fulfill because I have zero experience and he’s done so much more. He’s lived a complete life before me, and what if?—
“Hey.” He ends the kiss, his deep voice making me open my eyes. “You’re thinking too much.”
