Page 50 of RAKEish

But the rest of the city…sure, let them know.

“Not until just recently,” Scott said, his nostrils flaring. “But once it lodged in my brain, I admit I’ve been unable to wait for us to go from being enemies to dirty-filthy lovers.”

“Oh,” she squeaked. The way he said those last three words in a gravelly voice turned her on like she’d never been turned on in her life. “Me, too.” Would he expect her to talk dirty to him? She tried to recall some of her recent reads where sex had happened. What had the women said during those sex scenes? Of course, her brain couldn’t recall.

He smiled, as if he knew her struggle. “Tomorrow, we’ll go back to being adversaries hell-bent on beating the other in a winner-takes-all challenge.”

“Exactly,” she said, shaking away the worry. Tonight wasn’t about impressing him with her dirty-talk skills. It was about him impressing her.

Scott swung open the door and stepped into his bedroom. “Luxury, this is my domain. When you’re in here, I’m in charge. Do you understand?”

Lux’s breath hitched, but before she could reply, he pulled her into his arms and covered her mouth with his, causing the anticipation that had been building inside of her for the last twenty-four hours to explode like Fourth of July fireworks.

“Open your mouth,” he ordered against her lips, pulling her against him.

She did, and his tongue met hers in a heated dance of lust. “Holy wow,” she murmured, feeling him grow hard against her. “Is that all you?”

He chuckled and took a step back.

She took the reprieve to quickly catalog the room. A king-size bed luxuriously done in dark grays; windows with a view of his neighborhood. A fat-bottomed lamp sitting on an end table, giving off a golden glow.

She inhaled to calm her racing heart. The air was thick with the scent of him, a mix of cologne and something undeniably male.

“I’m going to take you to places you’ve never thought to dream of, Doc,” Scott said. “I’m going to make you forget every polite, gentle touch you’ve ever known.”

His words caused her sex to clench and her panties to grow damp.

“You like that idea, don’t you?” He reached out, trailing his fingers along her jawline, a touch that was soft yet promised more. “You want to feel what it’s like to surrender completely to a man.”

Lux’s breaths were now coming in short gasps, her mind reeling. “Yes,” she managed to whisper, her voice betraying the arousal that his words evoked.

Scott’s hand moved from her jaw to her hair, gripping it just enough to tilt her head back. “Look at me,” he commanded. “I want to see your eyes when I take you, when I make you mine.”

Lux met his gaze. “I’m yours, Scott. Show me what I’ve been missing.”

With a growl that was both primal and achingly sensual, Scott once again pulled her close, his mouth finding hers in a kiss that was nothing short of devouring.

Lux melted into him, her body aflame with need, her thoughts consumed by the promise of the bad girl sex she had requested.

The bedroom, with its subtle luxury and shadows, was about to become their world—a world where Lux would discover a new side of pleasure, guided by Scott’s years of experience.

Lux’s lips curved into a coy smile as she pulled slightly away from Scott, the heat of their kiss still lingering between them. “I’ll admit, I didn’t think it would be, but I’m not mad it’s you who gets to take my new panties off me tonight,” she teased, her voice a playful whisper.

Scott raised an eyebrow, his interest visibly piqued. “Is that so?” he asked. “Let’s see if I’m not mad.”

Expectancy hung in the air as he slowly lifted the hem of her dress, his fingers grazing her skin with a touch that was both gentle and suggestive. Lux’s heart raced, the excitement of revealing her carefully chosen lingerie adding to the thrill of the moment.

But when Scott finally unveiled her new unmentionables, he burst into laughter, a deep, rich sound that filled the room.

“What?” she demanded, yanking her skirt out of his hand and smoothing the fabric back over her exposed body.

“Doc, this is your idea of sexy underwear?” Amusement danced in his eyes.

Heat crept into her cheeks. “It’s… Yes.”

“They’re cotton,” Scott said.

“So.” What was wrong with a cotton thong? Too late, she recalled Isabella telling her that the cotton lingerie that had been added to her wardrobe were for day wear. The silk for night.

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