Page 62 of College Hockey Bully

He smiles back, reaches over and takes my hand, caressing the back with his thumb as we make our way from the city, heading to the suburbs. It’s ten thirty-five. I still don’t feel like going home.

“Take me to your place, Aiden,” I say.

Chapter 22

Aiden

“Take me to your place, Aiden.”

Biting my lip, I suppress a groan. Scarlett doesn’t know it, but my self-control has been hanging by a thread since she stepped out in that dress. I want to be a gentleman. I want her to trust that I want more than what’s between her legs. I’m not trying to screw her for revenge. For her to believe in me, I need to take her home.

Her home, not mine. That thread of self-control is quickly unraveling.

“I’m sorry. I should’ve asked, not insisted,” she says when the silence wears on. “It’s fine if you can’t.”

From the wistfulness in her tone, I can tell it’s not fine. Even after my plea, she still doubts me. Which is valid, since I’ll be keeping our fling a secret for the short term. If she should ever find out, I want to prove I’m in this for the long haul.

“It’s not that I can’t, Scarlett,” I reply. “I’m not the Patron Saint of self-control, especially with you in that dress.”

“Well, you bought it,” she points out amusingly.

“I didn’t anticipate it being so goddamn sexy on you.”

Scarlett moans softly, her body shifting on the seat. A comfortable silence settles between us as I slow to a cruise. I’m not ready for the night to end, but I can’t think of another place where Scarlett and I can hang without me wanting to fuck her.

“If one of us has self-control, then it should be okay, right?” she finally asks. “Once I say no, you wouldn’t touch me.”

“Of course, I wouldn’t.” I’ve never forced myself on a woman. Never will.

“Good, so we can hang out for about an hour or so, then you’d take me home.”

“Are you sure about that?”

“About what?”

“Your self-control. I do look snazzy in this suit. Think you can resist me?”

Scarlett laughs out loud, prompting my own laughter, which diffuses the sexual tension.

“I haven’t been with anyone since my senior year in high school—which was awful, by the way,” she says. “My self-control is stronger than anything you can imagine.”

“I’ll crank up a movie, get some popcorn and juice and we can test that theory,” I suggest.

“Sounds like my kinda night,” she replies with a wide smile.

Ten minutes later, we’re turning up my driveway and I steer the car around to the pool house. Although my parents are still at dinner, its best I keep away from the main house. I haven’t told them about my decision to leave Casey alone.

Scarlett plops on the couch and kicks her heels off. “Cute, but not for the weak,” she murmurs.

“And here I was hoping you’d keep them on.” I stand in front of her, slowly removing my jacket. “And take that dress off instead.”

“Aiden,” she says warningly.

“What?” I grin. “I promised not to touch you. I can’t remember mentioning not teasing you.”

“Don’t do that either.” Yet, her expression is filled with pure lust. Those perky nipples confirm everything.

“Why?” With both hands resting on either side of her, I lean in, so close that our lips almost brush. “Scared you have no self-control, either?”

---