Page 78 of Stealing Home

I catch our reflection in the dark tinted window of a car as we walk past. Scott always looks good to me. His jeans are perfectly worn in and almost indecent the way they show off his powerful thighs and tight ass. He’s wearing a soft henley in blue that’s pushed up on his forearms, revealing the veins and ropes of muscle he’s built through years of playing baseball. What surprises me is how I don’t feel out of place next to him.

His hand tightens on my waist, and he stops walking. “What brought that smirk to your face, Low?”

I point to the window. “We look like we belong together. It just surprised me.”

My ears are playing tricks on me, because I could swear he growls next to me. “I hope every guy in there sees that too, because I’m feeling pretty territorial.” He kisses the side of my head. “I am glad you’re finally starting to see us the way I do. If anyone is gawking at us, it’ll be because they think I’m one lucky son of a bitch and wondering how I managed to get the attention of the hottest woman in the club.”

I roll my eyes. “That might be laying it on a little thick.”

He jerks me to a stop, and I stumble a bit on my heels. His hand wraps around my throat and forces my chin to raise so I’m looking him in the eyes. “You are beautiful. When you’re anywhere near me I can’t take my eyes off of you. I never have been able to, and now you’re all mine.”

This man turns my bones into jelly and my blood to lava. “What are you going to do with me?” I barely recognize my voice since it sounds husky and practically dripping with sex.

He leans in closer and the spicy amber scent of his cologne wraps around me. “First, we’re going to dance a little. Then, we’re going to wander down to the lower level where things get a bit more adventurous. If all you want to do is watch, that’s okay. We won’t do anything you’re not comfortable with.”

“Wh-what happens downstairs?” I stutter.

The corner of his mouth curves up, and his blue eyes twinkle with mischief. He can shift from my white knight to a playful bad boy in seconds and it makes my head spin. “Only one way to find out. Remember, you were the one that was worried I’d regret only ever being with you. I’m going to show you why I’m not.”

My eyes narrow. “And how do you know about this place?”

He looks like he wants to laugh at my little jealous outburst, but he holds it in. “Griffin suggested this place. I was confiding some of your concerns, and he told me about what happens here at the club.”

My preoccupation with romance novels has been my only outlet to explore different facets of my sexuality. Until now that is. “What are you telling me, that you’re into kink?”

His eyebrow raises, and he looks at me like I should already know the answer to that. “I’m sure you’ve noticed I’m a bit dominant in the bedroom.” I nod my head, and he continues speaking. “I want to possess you, completely. I love making love to you sweet and slow, but I also love tying you up and making you beg to come. There are so many different ways I plan to fuck you that it’ll take a lifetime to get to them all.”

I chew on my bottom lip. Thinking of some of the books I’ve read, there are some aspects of a power play relationship that make me anxious, but I can’t deny that I’m naturally submissive.

His hand slides up my neck to frame my face, and his thumb brushes across my cheek. “What did I say that made you frown, gorgeous?”

I purse my lips, trying to think of how to express my concerns. “Are you wanting to get into something like BDSM? I don’t think—” my breathing starts to speed up.Not now, I scold myself, hoping to stave off having an anxiety attack.

“Hey,” he says, and presses his forehead against mine. He breathes slowly, and I try and match him. After a few breaths I feel myself calming down. After a couple more seconds he pulls back to look in my eyes. “I have no interest in punishing you, or any kind of sadomasochism. The whole point of this is to learn about each other and deepen our connection. That won’t work if you feel uncomfortable or don’t enjoy something. You’re going to have to work on communicating with me. This isn’t only about sex, but since that was one of the reasons you have used why you thought we wouldn’t last I want to show you why you’re wrong.”

Feeling bold all of a sudden, I reach up and run my fingers through his hair. The longer strands on top slip through my fingers, and I remember fisting my hands in it this morning. “I liked when you tied me up. It made me feel free.”

He kisses me sweetly. “Always tell me what you like. That’s what gets me off, knowing I’m the one making you come undone.”

The cool spring air reminds me I’m wearing a slinky dress with very little fabric and I shiver. He drops his arm around my shoulders and we resume walking to the front door of the club. Scott bypasses the long line and walks right up to the bouncer at the door. They do some kind of complicated fist bump, then the velvet rope is opened letting us pass. Several people in the line shout at us, but Scott guides me through the door as if he’s used to this kind of treatment.

“Are you going to miss that?” I ask and jerk my head back towards the bouncer.

“I’ll admit, there are some occasional perks that come with being recognized, but not enough to give up our privacy.”

A week or two ago I’d have argued with him, but I’m learning that Scott goes after what he wants. He doesn’t let anyone dissuade him. I should know, because for some reason he wants me, and not even my protests stopped him from pursuing me.

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Scott

The poundingbass of the music vibrates through my body and feels like a second heartbeat in my chest. Overhead lights flash in a rainbow of colors. Grabbing hold of Low’s hips, I maneuver her in front of me and guide her through the thick crowd.

At the edge of the dance floor I pull her back against me. My hand trails up her ribs, brushing against the side of her breast taking her arm with me to wrap back around my neck. Her hips roll and sway with mine. Occasionally, she presses back, grinding her ass against my increasingly interested dick.

Tipping my head down, I whisper in her ear, “If you’re going to be naughty, you’re going to get fucked like a bad girl.”

She drops her head back against my chest so she can look up at me. “Promise?”

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