Why did that get me? What was it about his vulnerability? Inwardly I groaned. His gentleness hit me right in my weak spot. That was why. Give me a man who wasn’t afraid to admit he needed something. A man who could be open with me. Who didn’t feel like he was putting on a show most of the time we were together. That’s who Taylor had been. Occasionally his facade of big bad cocky athlete slipped through, but for the most part, he’d been this version. The man I wanted.
A tendril of fear unfurled in my gut. But what ifthathad been the facade? What if he read me like a book and knew exactly how he needed to act to get me to want to be with him so he could get me in bed?
Stop it, Becca. You’re self-sabotaging.
I was. I was very good at that. But my examples for most of my childhood of what made a healthy relationship were sorely lacking until my sister Clara met and married Maverick Wilde. I hadn’t seen happiness, respect, or real love until them. Was it too much for me to hope I would find that? It seemed unlikely. A love like Maverick and Clara’s only came around once in a lifetime.
“Lass?” Taylor murmured, fading fast. His voice pulled me from my panic spiral. “Lie with me or leave me. Just don’t keep me in suspense.”
I should have left. I should have walked out the door and never looked back. Instead, I sighed and crawled onto the bed next to him. In one smooth move, he rolled over and spooned me. Holding me close, he inhaled deeply.
“You smell good. So fucking good.”
He didn’t try to feel me up or rock his hips into mine. He just laid there with his face buried in my hair and one arm around my waist as he drifted off to sleep. I stared at the room, listening to the sounds of his even breaths. Weirdest first date ever.
I wokewith a heavy arm draped across my waist, the scent of Taylor Savage sending arousal through me. God, the man was sexy as fuck.
“Don’t you move, lass. I’m comfortable. If you leave me, I’ll be cold, and you’ll have something else to feel guilty for.”
I let out a soft giggle. “That line is getting old.”
“You’re right. It’s outlived its usefulness.”
“Ah, so you admit you were using it to your advantage. Milking it for all it was worth.”
“It worked, didn’t it?” He tightened his hold on me, tugging me into his body.
“Looks like it.”
“Are you hungry?”
“Are you really offering to feed me breakfast?”
“Of course I am. Coffee too.”
I snuggled into him, the deep groan that rumbled from his chest making me shiver with longing. “I’m a lover of coffee.”
“Mmm. I’d rather you be a lover of me.” And then there was the hard ridge of his erection pressed against my ass.
Wow. There was potential for significant damage to be done if he knew how to use that thing.
His lips trailed over my shoulder, the rough brush of his stubble scraping along my skin making me rock back into him.
“Careful, lass. You’ll make me forget my manners.”
I moaned, my breath catching as his palm drifted up between my breasts and his teeth grazed the tender skin of my neck. “What if I don’t want you to have good manners? Aren’t you the Scottish bad boy? Be bad with me for a minute.”
He grunted and thrust his hard dick into me. “I’ll need a lot longer than a minute to show you what I can do.”
“I don’t have anywhere to be.”
“I thought you didn’t want to sleep with me.”
“We already broke that rule. I woke up in your bed. Besides, I never said I didn’t want to fuck you.”
The rough groan he released as he cupped my breast and bit down on my earlobe had need shooting straight to my clit. “Fuck me, lass. You cannae say things like that to me and expect me to keep myself under control.”
“Who says I want you to?”