even his teenage rebellions had been partly just to
survive. Each car he’d stolen all those years ago was so he could get to the grocery store
and buy food for him and the old man.
“Want me to drive?” Michaela’s quiet question jerked him back to reality.
He glanced down at the petite redhead who’d gotten under his skin in a bad way
and shook his head. “No, but thank you.”
“You okay?” she asked as he held open the passenger door for her.
“I’m fine. I promise.” He dropped a quick kiss on her lips before shutting the door
and rounding to the driver’s side.
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Tempting Alibi
Maybe he wasn’t exactly fine, but he’d deal with it. He’d lived the past couple years
like he didn’t have a father. Now he wouldn’t have to pretend anymore.
Michaela played with the strap of her purse as Scott held open her front door and
let her step inside. He hadn’t said much on the ride back from the hospital. Not that
she’d really expected him to.
She risked a quick glance at him as he shrugged out of his coat. His face was once
again a mask. He might try to hide his pain but she knew better. More than anything
she wanted to do something to make him feel better.
“I’m going to make sure your back door is locked and everything’s put up,” Scott
said before disappearing down the short hallway.
She started to follow him then changed her mind. After slipping off her boots and
socks, she shimmied out of her jeans and left them in the middle of the foyer. As she
ascended the stairs, she stripped her top off, her bra, then her panties.
The trail led directly to her bathroom.
She turned the shower to almost-steaming hot then stepped under it. Closing her
eyes, she stepped under the pulsing jets. As the water rushed over her, the steam rose,
filling the enclosed space and creating an even more intimate atmosphere.
Without opening her eyes, she knew she wasn’t alone any longer. If Scott was
anything, he was certainly stealthy. Like a jungle cat. What she’d thought of as shy
before was really his quiet nature.
The man was a hunter and she very much enjoyed being his prey.
Big, strong hands settled on her hips. She smiled when she felt his warm lips press
against her neck but she still didn’t open her eyes. She simply enjoyed the sensation of
his mouth on her skin.
Scott shifted closer so his cock pressed against her stomach. She could feel the cover
of the condom and grinned. Good.
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Savannah Stuart
“Tell me what you want.” His mouth was close to her ear now. The warm breath
sent a shiver curling through her.
If her nipples weren’t already rock hard, they would be after a dose of his deep
voice. She wasn’t sure what it was but whenever he spoke, her nipples woke up and
paid attention. Maybe because he didn’t do it often. Or more likely because something
about the way he talked rolled over her like warm butter.
“I’m waiting,” he whispered.
“Touch me.”
“Where?” Now he whispered into her other ear. She hadn’t even heard or felt him
move. Damn, the man was good.
She opened her eyes and found herself staring at a wall of muscle. Rivulets of water
streamed over his hard, muscular chest, creating little rivers. She leaned forward and
kissed one of his nipples. “Between my legs,” she whispered against his skin.
He cupped her mound but didn’t make a move to do anything else.
“Are you being intentionally difficult?” she murmured.
“Tell me what you want.” His finger moved slightly against her pussy but he didn’t
make a move to penetrate.
Fine. He wanted to know. She’d tell him. “I want you to fuck me until I can’t walk.
My body’s so hot right now I feel as if I could explode. Make me come, Scott. Long and
hard.”
Her words set him off. He growled something inaudible against her neck before
kissing and sucking on her soft skin. His teasing was harder this time. It was sure to
leave marks. She smiled at the