Page 41 of Accidentally, Scandalously Yours

“What the fuck, man?” One of the men glares at me while I force him away from Kristen.

The other guy is just as pissed off and shoves me.

“She’s with me.” I slam that statement down with force while readying myself to defend it.

“It sure doesn’t seem like it.” The first asshole throws out a challenge.

I direct my gaze to Kristen who’s looking at me like she wants to both fuck me and kill me. I’m already hard for her; that look only gets me harder.

Glancing back at the two men, I say, in no uncertain terms, “Trust me, she is.”

Kristen mutters something I can’t hear because the music is too fucking loud and she’s too fucking far away. She might only be one step from me, but even that is too far.

The guys look between Kristen and me. They seem to pick up on the vibes between us and give each other a look before walking away.

I close the distance between me and the woman I’ve wanted since the night I met her. She mutters something else I can’t hear and turns her back to me as our bodies meet.

My arms slide around her waist, fitting there like they were made for it. Fuck, my body pressed to hers, my arms around her, and my dick against her ass are the best goddamn things I’ve ever known.

Kristen lifts her arms above her head and sways her hips to the beat. She might have turned her back to me, and she might have spent seven long months avoiding me, but she’s not making any move to force my hands from her.

I’ve kept up with some of her moves since she broke her engagement to Johnathon a month ago. I’ve seen the actions of a woman who is hurting deeply but I’ve also seen the actions of a woman who has been trapped under the weight of her father’s expectations her entire life. Her rebellion over the last month has been exhilarating to watch. Kristen told me years ago that she wanted to help women rise. She’s finally lettingherselfrise. A beautiful phoenix I’m mesmerized by.

I bend my mouth to her ear while I dance with her. “I called you today.”

She angles her head back slightly. “I didn’t answer.”

“I’m aware.”

“You need to stop calling me. We’re done.”

“If we were done, you would have blocked my number.”

“Trust me, I’ve thought about it.” She presses her ass back against my erection, circling those hips, hypnotizing me even more.

We are so fucking far from done. There was a good reason I ended my engagement, and that reason had everything to do with Kristen.

I bring my hands to her hips and grip them while I grind my dick against her. Dropping my lips to her bare shoulder, I leave a kiss there before bringing my mouth back to her ear. “Why are you running from me?”

“I’m not running from you, Bradford. I’ve already done that. But it’s no surprise that a man thinks any action I’m taking has to do with him. It’s so fucking predictable.”

Fuck, I love this fire she has. I’ve seen glimpses of it over the years, but now it’s blazing and it looks good on her.

Owen has asked me why I’ve never gone to Kristen and told her I wanted her. Why I’ve let our shitty timing all these years get in the way. As much as I’ve wanted to go to her more times than I can count, Kristen has too much baggage surrounding her father for me to do that. A relationship would never have worked between us while her need for his approval was her driving force in life. She hasn’t liked me challenging her over this; she’d be desperately unhappy with me doing that more often. And since the one thing I want more than to make her mine is her happiness, I’ve chosen not to pursue her.

“I like being called out by you,” I say.

“Good, because if you keep harassing me, I’ll do more of it.”

I snake one hand around her waist and slowly glide it up her body to rest under her breast. “Do you want me to harass you, Kristen? Because I can assure you I’ve come nowhere near harassment levels yet. And I’m more than happy to up my game if that’s your preference.”

She pushes her ass back against me again. “Instead of you telling me what you think I want, how about I tell you what I do want?”

“I’d fucking love to hear what you want.”

She turns in my embrace, killing me with the way she crushes her body to mine before curling her hands up my neck. When she pulls my face down to hers, my lungs almost stop working. Her eyes lock with mine for a beat and then she moves her mouth to my ear. “I want you to make me come. You scared away the men I’d lined up to do that, so now my orgasm is on you.”

Now that she’s facing me, I know she’s been drinking. I don’t think she’s drunk, but the booze has loosened her up and I don’t want to fuck her while she’s in this state.

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