CHAPTER THREE

BECCA

I woke with a heavy arm draped across my waist, the scent of Taylor Savage sending arousal through me. God, the man was sexy as fuck.

“Don’t you move, lass? I’m comfortable. If you leave me, I’ll be cold, and you’ll have something else to feel guilty for.”

I let out a soft giggle. “That line is getting old.”

“You’re right. It’s outlived its usefulness.”

“Ah, so you admit you were using it to your advantage. Milking it for all it was worth.”

“It worked, didn’t it?” He tightened his hold on me, tugging me into his body.

“Looks like it.”

“Are you hungry?”

“Are you offering to feed me breakfast?”

“Of course I am. Coffee too.”

I snuggled into him, the deep groan that rumbled from his chest making me shiver with longing. “I’m a lover of coffee.”

“Mmm. I’d rather you be my lover.” And then there was the hard ridge of his erection pressed against my ass.

Wow. There was potential for significant damage to be done if he knew how to use that thing.

His lips trailed over my shoulder, the rough brush of his stubble scraping along my skin making me rock back into him.

“Careful, lass. You’ll make me forget my manners.”

I moaned, my breath catching as his palm drifted up between my breasts and his teeth grazed the tender skin of my neck. “What if I don’t want you to have good manners? Aren’t you the Scottish bad boy? Be bad to me for a minute.”

He grunted and thrust his hard dick into me. “I’ll need a lot longer than a minute to show you what I can do.”

“I don’t have anywhere to be.”

“I thought you didn’t want to sleep with me.”

“We already broke that rule. I woke up in your bed. Besides, I never said I didn’t want to fuck you.”

The rough groan he released as he cupped my breast and bit down on my earlobe had needed shooting straight to my clit. “Fuck me, lass. You can say things like that to me and expect me to keep myself under control.”

“Who says I want you to?”

“You’re so soft and sweet.”

That made heat creep across my skin. I was soft. Curvy. The opposite of the women most athletes dated. The mention of my curves had me tensing.

“What’s this? What just happened?” he asked, continuing to kiss a line up my neck.

His palm left my breast and trailed down to my belly, a place I’d always been self-conscious of. Again, I flinched, grabbing his hand and trying to keep him from touching me there.

“Tink... are you trying to hide your gorgeous fucking curves from me?”

“They’re not gorgeous.”

He rolled me over so I was facing him. God, the man was so handsome I could barely breathe. He stared at me, eyes filled with intense hunger. “You are the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen.

All of you. Your curves, your smart mouth, the freckles across the bridge of your nose. All of you.”

Fuck. Tears burned in my eyes. Was this cocky puck boy making me cry with his sweet words?

I sat up. “Stop it, Taylor.”

He followed. “Stop what? Telling you the truth? If you can’t see how stunning you are, you need someone to do it for you.”

“I don’t look like them.”

His brows pulled together. “Them? Who are they?”

“The women you date.”

Lips pressed into a tight line, he waited for me to elaborate.

“I looked you up. You date models and actresses. Not full-figured bakers.”

“And I haven’t spent more than a night with any of them, Becca. But you? There’s something special about you.” A spark of fear flickered in his gaze. “Fuck. There is. Nothing has ever felt as real as this.”

I bit my lower lip. “Taylor.”

“Don’t tell me no, Becca. I can’t take it if you do.”

Whatever happened after this, I couldn’t say no now. Not when I felt the same sense of rightness he did.

It might’ve all been an act, but I didn’t give a single fuck. Right now, Taylor and I were here, together, and I would be real for him. I’d give him everything until I woke up and the dream faded into reality.

“I’m not saying no.”

“Thank fuck.”

TAYLOR

God, but she was a beauty in every sense of the word. Everything about Becca Barnes, except for her choice of lip gloss, was beautiful.

There was nothing more perfect in this world than waking up with her in my bed, except maybe being inside her. That might be the best thing I could think of.

“I’m not saying no.” Her whisper made my cock jerk, a deep ache building in my balls.

“Thank fuck.”

Leaning in, I stopped myself before I gave in and kissed her. She must’ve seen my hesitancy because she smiled.

“I washed it off my lips and tossed the deadly gloss in the garbage at the hospital.”

I kissed her long and slow, savoring her, drinking in the soft little noises she made as my hips fit into the cradle of her thighs and I rocked against her.

“Why are we wearing so many clothes?” I groaned, my fingers trailing down her body until I found the hem of her shirt. “I want to feel your skin. It’s so soft. So silky.”

She kissed the tender spot just under my ear. Her small hitched gasps in response to my touches had me rolling my hips, grinding against her.

“We’ll only take this as far as you want, lass. You’re in charge.”

Wrapping her legs around my waist, she threaded her fingers in my hair and tugged as she bit down on my ear. I wanted her so fucking badly I was shaking from the effort not to tear off her clothes and sink into her all the way.

“Touch me, Taylor. Please. It Makes me feel good. It’s been so long.”

I couldn’t keep from moving my hand down, under the waistband of her pants, to the already wet cleft between her thighs. Not when she asked so sweetly. I gave her exactly what she wanted.

“So you are desperate to want me, then? Because I am. I’ve been dying to feel you since I saw you on that blasted ferry.”

“You’re a talker. Why am I not surprised?”

She reached down and grabbed my length without warning. Fireworks. Fucking fireworks.

“So are you. Oh... God, keep doing that.”

“You don’t want me to talk?”

“No, I want you to cry out my name as you come all over my fingers so I can lick them clean.”