Free Forever Starts Tomorrow by Ellen Wolf Page B

mad and disappointed, Scott. I get it, believe me.’ She reached out, her fingers tracing the strong line of his forearm, the contact just as gratifying as a kiss.
    ‘But I know you,’ Melanie continued, as she looked up into his face, refusing to be silent. ‘I know you’d regret it eventually. This boy isn’t your father. If he is real, he is your family, whether you like it or not. I have seen how deeply you care about your family, Scott. If you let it go by, you’ll regret it one day. I know that.’
    For a second, she thought she was talking to a statue. He was perfectly motionless, a solid wall of bone and muscle. Did she overstep yet another invisible line? There were always many of those in their relationship.
    Then he stirred, coming to life.
    ‘Why do you even care how I’d feel, Melanie?’ he whispered, his hands coming down to her shoulders as he pulled her closer, his breath fanning her face and making it hard to think. ‘You should be mad at me. Aren’t you?’
    She wanted to answer properly. She wanted to make him understand how she felt, to make him see that the unexpected twist in their relationship was a godsend. However traumatizing it was for him to deal with his past, it gave them a chance to start afresh and be more honest and open with each other. She wanted to be at his side and help him in whatever way he needed her to.
    She took too long to answer, and suddenly his mouth was on hers, the kiss as demanding and impatient as the man himself. Her brain disconnected, all speech impossible. All Melanie could do was to cling to him as if she were drowning, his arms her rock of salvation. She felt his hands pull her even closer, and the distance between their bodies closed. She welcomed the sensation of completeness. A week without touching him had been torture, and she couldn't endure it any longer. Her arms went around his neck, pulling him to her as her mouth opened under his lips. He didn’t need any more invitation; his tongue traced the swollen contour of her lips before moving deeper. Each stroke of his tongue against hers sent electrical currents of desire down her spine, reducing her to a bundle of nerve endings, licked by fire.
    She didn’t even remember when he picked her up and carried her to the bedroom. It was only when her shoulder blades touched the familiar covers that she looked up, her eyes wide open. Scott’s face loomed over hers, his passion-glazed eyes looking at Melanie with such tenderness that she felt like crying. Their lovemaking was always like that, with the barriers that he'd so carefully erected—around every aspect of his life—in shambles. In her arms, he was vulnerable and real, his warm gaze not clouded by any pretense at all.
    ‘Hey, don’t look so sad.’ His perceptive words made her smile. His next kiss was gentle and almost hesitant. He lay down next to her, propped on his elbow, as he surveyed her body. The blue sleeveless dress was hiked dangerously high up her slim thighs.
    ‘I missed that,’ he whispered, leaning closer and kissing her again, his lips moving slowly against the skin of her throat. She felt his tongue tip trace her collar bone and arched helplessly. She wanted more, Melanie thought feverishly, her hands desperate to roam over his chest. Her nails scraped the soft cotton of his T-shirt, and she felt his muscles tense in response. In one quick motion, his shirt was off, the tanned skin and silky black hair begging to be explored. Her dress followed suit, and the skin-on-skin contact sent shivers of pleasure throughout her whole body. Each small movement of his body against the sensitive skin of her breasts and stomach brought a pleasure that bordered on pain.
    The sound of his phone ringing pierced the cocoon of pleasure she was burying herself in. Scott paused, his forehead against her breasts. Melanie knew the drill.
    ‘I am so sorry,’ he murmured softly, his eyes pleading. ‘I need to take it; it’s a call I’ve been