That shouldn’t send a jolt to my chest, but it does. This can’t be some random coincidence that my taxi runs into a beautiful woman who had nowhere to go, just happens to want a one-night stand,andlikes it rough?
Maybe the universe thinks I’m owed something, but I doubt it. “I need to build up my stamina.”
“Oh?” she gives a dirty swallow.
“It’s been a while.”
“Really? I find that hard to believe.”
“I’ve been…busy.” I can’t say the last person I slept with was the mother of my child nearly two years ago, and she’s now married to my brother. Instead, I put Scarlett’s hands on my chest. “Undress me.”
“Absolutely.” She runs her palms across my shoulders and lifts the T-shirt over my head. My pecs flex and rise to meet her touch. Blinking, she says, “You’recoveredin ink.”
“You object?” I ask.
“Not at all. I have tats, too. Down my right leg.” Her gaze stays low, trained on my chest. “Why didn’t you just leave me on the street?”
The knee-jerk answer is:I’m a doctor.
But for some reason, I don’t want her to know that right now.
“I guess when I saw you, I knew there was something special about you,” I say, my hands caressing her shoulders because she needs care right now. “And when you asked me to stay, I didn’t want to walk away.”
“Oh…” she replies, sounding like she didn’t expect such a deep answer.
“And once I decide I want something…” I bite back a groan, concerned I’m revealing too much. Even if it’s the truth. “I’m not great at walking away.”
“Want,” she whispers. “Or need?”
“Tonight?” I meet her eyes. “It feels like both.”
I cradle her in one fast move.
She gasps, “Wait, whoa. I’m too big, put me down.”
“Big?” I lay her out on the perfectly made-up bed, a bed that I plan to leave in a heap of messy sheets. “Do you see my arms, my legs? I got you, brat.”
“Damn, maybe I won’t want this to be for one night,” she mutters.
I freeze but push past the iron grip on my heart.
“One night,” I say, more to myself than her. “That’s all this can be.”
She searches my face like she might argue.
“You don’t want me for anything more than that,” Iadd solemnly.
“If you say so,” she whispers, seeming unbothered.
“Now that we’ve settled that.” I drape my body over hers and quiet her with another kiss, letting myself get lost in her.
“Mmm. You kiss so much better than my ex,” she moans into my mouth.
I won’t be so crass as to say the same thing. Ex-bashing isn’t cool when that ex gave you a child.
Plus, I’m enjoying the tangle dance of our tongues much more than I thought I would. The way she peeks that cute pink product of my destruction past her lips has my cock ready to punch a hole through my pants.
I need to get this going before it ends in a very embarrassing way. I move off the bed and stand up. Staring at this unexpected, amazing gift lying before me, I pop open the top button of my pants and slide them down my legs.