“Spill,” Scott said the moment they were alone.
She groaned loudly and plopped down on the edge of the bed. “It’s annoying that you know me so well.”
He crossed his arms over his chest and narrowed his eyes at her. “You aren’t jealous of Mia, are you?”
“What?” Selene frowned. “No. Of course not.”
Scott relaxed. “Good, because I like her like a sister.”
“Yeah, that’s obvious.” She fell backwards onto the bed and stared up at the ceiling.
Scott moved over and sat on the bed, looking down at her. “So what’s been eating you since you woke up from your nap? You didn’t get another visit from your brother, did you?”
“No,” she said, turning towards him.
He lifted her head and placed it in his lap and started running his fingers through her hair, something he knew she really enjoyed.
“You should go home,” she blurted out, closing her eyes.
His fingers stilled, tangled in her hair. “Why should I?”
She opened her eyes now and looked deep within his eyes. “Because you could get hurt.”
He smiled and then leaned down and brushed his lips against hers. “I could get hurt at home too.”
“Not like…this.” How could she tell him that his life was in far more danger being around her then it was sitting behind some desk in an office?
“Selene.” He cupped her face and shifted until he was lying beside her. He wrapped his arms around her body, holding her tight. “I’m not going anywhere.” He kissed her again.
She knew it was a futile effort to try and get him to go. Over the years, she’d never really been able to change his mind on anything.
“Then we’re just going to have to step up your training,” she said against his jaw as she wrapped her legs around his hips and spun until she was hovering over him.
He was laughing as she gripped his wrists and held them over his head.
“Do you really believe I would fight you right now?” he said in a low tone as she felt his excitement grow against her core.
She moved her hips and stroked him a few times as she leaned down and covered his mouth with hers.
“I don’t think you could even if you wanted to.” She smiled as she lifted his shirt over his head, then ran her lips and her fingers over his chest. She unsnapped his jeans and pulled them down his hips, along with his boxer shorts. When she cupped him, she glanced up at him and waited until his eyes locked with hers. “Besides, we both know I always win,” she purred, and then she took him into her mouth.
His fingers dug into her hair and a low groan filled the room. The sexy noises were building up her own needs, and she yanked off her own pants and shirt.
Before she could remove her bra and panties, however, he was flipping her under him.
“Let me enjoy these for a moment.” He ran a finger over the silk and lace she was wearing. Normally, she only had on a sports bra and boy shorts, but for him, she’d pulled out her good underwear. “Nice,” he said as his finger circled her nipples through the thin material.
“You’re killing me.” She groaned.
“Good,” he said with a slight chuckle.
She was the one moaning when he slipped a finger under the edge of her panties and ran it across her. Her hips jerked without her thinking.
She was still new to this sex-with-a-partner thing, but she was pretty sure he was doing something to her that most men couldn’t.
“Scott,” she said, pulling his mouth back down to hers. “Please.”
She felt his smile next to her lips before he quickly disappeared. When he returned, he pulled off her panties and bra and slid on a condom.