He strode across the room to answer the door, giving Meg a chance to breathe. Stunned, she leaned back against the couch. What the hell had just happened? One minute they’d been talking about restraining orders and baby furniture and the next she’d thought he was going to fuck her right here.
Jesus. She rubbed her eyes and groaned before glancing over to where Scott spoke to a very young-looking uniformed officer.
She studied Scott, pleasure suffusing her as she took him in. In his faded jeans that molded to his hard thighs and taut ass and his navy T-shirt, he was hot. Well built, dark hair, and much more clean-cut-looking than the type of guy she usually went for. But everything about Scott was different, from his looks to his commanding air. Meg had been bossed around by men before, but Scott’s brand of control made her feel safe and cared for, not put down and concerned.
He affected her emotionally and sexually, tying her in knots of confusion and need. For the last week, thoughts of him had distracted her during the day. She’d sit in her classroom and recall his big hands on her breasts, his mouth on her nipples . . . and then she’d hear a noise and she’d come back to herself, realize she was sitting alone, tingling and aware.
And the nights? He’d consumed her dreams, turning them hot and erotic. She’d actually feel his thick cock pounding into her, going so far as to cause her to orgasm in her sleep. She groaned and squeezed her thighs tightly together, aware and aroused even now.
But because she hadn’t been able to stop thinking about him, his silence for the last week had left her thinking she was distinctly forgettable. Meg didn’t sleep around often or randomly. That she’d had sex with Scott meant something, no matter how hard she fought the notion. She’d wanted to be memorable in return. Now he was here . . .
“Meg? Ready to talk to Officer Jenkins about what happened with Mike?” Scott called over to her.
At the mention of her ex, all hot, sexy thoughts vanished. She spent the next thirty minutes recounting the visit from her ex, providing a copy of the restraining order, and listening as the cop spoke to her neighbor. By the time the woman finished, Meg was surprised she hadn’t complained to the landlord about the problems and noise Meg’s issues had caused. But Mrs. Booth seemed sympathetic and understanding. She promised to keep an eye and ear out for her ex while Meg was at work.
Meg thanked her.
The officer jotted down some notes, then flipped the pad closed. “Okay, got it.”
“You’ll pay Mike Ashton a visit?” Scott asked, although from his tone, it came out as more of a demand.
“We’re busy tonight,” Officer Jenkins explained, though he didn’t sound too upset about it. “And since nothing really happened here other than some noise and disturbance, I’ll file the report, and it’ll be on record. Meanwhile, keep your door locked.”
Scott shook his head and muttered a curse as Meg walked the officer out and locked up behind him.
“He’s new and not on my shift.” Clearly agitated, he raked his fingers through his hair. “Don’t worry, I’ll have a talk with your asshole ex and remind him what the fuck a restraining order means.”
“No, please don’t.” The thought of Scott confronting Mike turned her stomach. “It’s fine. You don’t need to get involved. The officer said if he bothered me again, they’d talk to him. I don’t want to get you in any trouble with your superiors.”
“Baby?”
She blinked, shocked at how that word, the one he used when he was in seduction mode, affected her. Suddenly her body burned hot, desire pulsing inside her again.
“Yes?” she managed to ask, her mouth dry.
“Don’t kid yourself,” he murmured huskily. “I’m already involved.”
Oh. Oh. She swiped her tongue across her lips, and his hot gaze followed the gesture. “I . . . Umm . . .”
He grinned at how flustered she’d gotten. “Now I don’t know about you, but I’m starving,” he said in a tone that indicated the word could have two very different meanings.
She shivered, her nipples hardening at the various possibilities.
His gaze fell to the two points sticking out from her shirt, and a low growl sounded from inside his chest. “We’ll get to that later,” he promised, and her sex clenched at the possibility. “I don’t expect you to cook for me, so let’s go out and get something to eat. I want to make sure you have strength for later.”
And this time, she knew exactly what he was referring to, and she was in complete agreement. She couldn’t resist this man and was finished trying. He’d see her get big, and the reality of a baby would send him running soon enough. She pushed that sobering thought away.
He obviously wouldn’t let her get away with anything less than a full meal. “I like to cook. Think of it as my way of thanking you for showing up when you did.” If not for Scott, she wouldn’t have thought to call the police once Mike had left on his own.
“You don’t need to thank me, but if you’re sure, I’d love to have you cook for me.” He said the word cook in a rumbling tone.
So hot and gravelly was his voice, he might as well have said, I’d love to have you fuck me. She didn’t know how she’d make it through the next hour of cooking, dinner, and anticipation.
She turned away, needing to focus on dinner. “I hope you like grilled cheese. I have bakery bread and some really delicious kinds of cheese.”
“I’ll eat anything.”
She shivered. God, everything he said made her think of sex.
But he kept her company in the kitchen while she pulled out her frying pan, cover, and other ingredients, and eventually she calmed down while preparing dinner. She was surprised to find herself comfortable with Scott in her personal space.
