Page 16 of A Date with Fate

Scott’s smile made my belly turn over, the pressure and weight of his body on mine a heavy distraction. Without meaning to, I squirmed against him, the blanket tangled between us.

“Let me go.”

“Never.”

“Scott,” I whined, arching up in an attempt to buck him off of me. Playfully, he captured my hands again, and reaching high above me, he pinned me down.

“Don’t start something you can’t finish.”

“I could if I wanted to,” I panted up at him.

Scott leaned in, jokingly baring his teeth to nip at my neck. The feel of them, while I knew that they were meant to be playful, sent shockwaves through my body. I immediately arched into his hold.

“Scott…” The breathy quality of my voice couldn’t be helped. My hands moved and twisted in his grasp as his mouth stilled on my neck. In fact, his whole body went still. We both froze against each other, so intimately pressed together that there was no way I couldn’t feel the thick length of him against my thigh.

How had I not noticed that earlier? Oh God, I reeled mentally. Was that why he’d shifted us? Perhaps he’d meant to hide his arousal.

“Fuck…” The word slid over my flesh, making my pussy throb in response. It was overwhelming now, the proximity to him, the heavy and perfect weight of his body on mine. Even the way he smelled was sending shivers down my spine.

“This has to stop,” he said, his breath ragged against my skin.

I nodded, one of my knees slowly rising to press alongside his hips. Unbidden, he sank deeper against me. Could he feel how hot my body was?

“Yes, you’re right,” I whispered back, my hips rising just a little to seek out more of the pressure from his body above mine.

Long moments passed with each of us just still, breathing each other in. How had I not noticed this thing between us before? This compelling need to be closer. Even now I hated the blankets still wrapped around our bodies. I wished I could kick them off, wrap my legs around Scott’s thick waist, and feel him against me, truly skin to skin. That need ruled my body, making my muscles leap and dance as my mind begged me to take notice.

I couldn’t do this. The only thing I had to offer Scott was short term, a fling, the desperate meeting of man and woman.

It was Scott. He didn’t do casual. Logan had talked only a few weeks ago that Scott’s brothers were all moving back to Jackson Falls, the small town we’d all met in, and that his parents were starting a baby bet between them.

Babies.

My heart actually cracked open. I couldn’t do that. I couldn’t be that for him.

“Stop, Scott,” I said, my mind and voice finally connecting, and I rose to my elbows to push his shoulders back. He went easily. No matter how large he might’ve seemed and felt against, I had never had any doubts that I was in control. “We can’t.”

Scott kneeled at the foot of the fold-down bed, his broad chest moving quickly. His head was down, eyes away from mine. My body, still thrumming with those feelings I’d never connected, wished I hadn’t said anything.

Because now I was cold. Alone.

I swallowed, but again, that’s who I was. What my ex-boyfriends had always said. I was cold—too cold for marriage, too closed off for a forever with anyone. I loved Scott. I’d said that much the night before. I would never damn him to life with a woman who couldn’t give him what he wanted.

“Sorry about that,” Scott said slowly, big hands smoothing the blankets between us. “Got a little carried away.”

Be cold, I told myself. Be aloof. “No biggie.” I grinned at him. “What a way to say good morning.”

Scott’s eyes slowly moved up to meet mine. They were dark blue, so dark I could barely see the pupil in them. They seemed to look right through me, at the core of me, which still shook and quivered in confusion and want.

It would only take one touch for me to falter completely, to roll up and pull him back over me. To let his warmth and safety and comfort consume me until everything was out in the open. I couldn’t let that happen.

“I call dibs on the bathroom,” I called as I swung my leg over the side of the bed and practically threw myself the short distance to the floor of the camper. Then step after step, I forced myself to keep going. It wasn’t until the bathroom door was closed behind me that I covered my mouth with my hand and muffled the soft, desperate sob that bubbled up my chest. What was happening to me?

Chapter Five

Scott

We were over halfway there now, and after the incidents of this morning, I was worried how the car ride might go. But I shouldn’t have. Because as per usual, Taylor pasted on her perfect smile and sweet voice and went right back to the charming companion that she’d been all day yesterday.

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