Page 116 of Scarred

It’s him giving me a place in his life.

Letting me into not only his world, but also Scarlett’s.

“That is…if you want me as your boyfriend,” he says softly, running his thumb over my bottom lip.

“I want that,” I whisper.

Relief flashes across his face before he can hide it.

“Were you worried I would say no?” I ask, winding my arms around his neck.

He shrugs, but I see the truth in his eyes.

“It’s not just me, Luna.”

“I know,” I smile.

My heart fills even more for this man who is so protective of his daughter.

He swallows as a flicker of vulnerability flits across his features.

“Scarlett is my entire world. And letting someone in…” His jaw tightens slightly as he holds my gaze. “It’s not something I take lightly.”

My chest squeezes because I know exactly what he’s saying.

He’s not just asking me to be his girlfriend.

He’s trusting me with the other half of his heart.

“Scarlett is a part of you,” I whisper. “I wouldn’t want you any other way.”

His mouth finds my again, but this time it’s different.

Slower…

Softer.

It’s as if he’s pouring everything into this kiss that he can’t put into words yet.

When he finally pulls away, he brushes my damp hair back and smiles.

“Unless we want burnt potatoes to go with our steak, we should probably finish up in here.”

My eyes widen as I remember they’re in the oven. “Oh, my God! The potatoes! I completely forgot.”

I rinse the rest of the shampoo out of my hair and reach for the conditioner.

“I think having the best shower sex ever is worth ruining a few garden vegetables,” he chuckles, grabbing the body wash and loofah.

“So worth it,” I grin, taking the loofah from his hands and running it over his chest.

I watch the suds slide down the ridges of his abs and instinctively bite my lip.

“Maybe I should do the washing,” he groans, taking the loofah. “Because if you keep looking at me like that, we are never getting out of this shower. My dick knows no boundaries when it comes to you.”

“Probably a good idea,” I giggle, turning away from temptation as we quickly wash up. “It’s not my fault, my boyfriend is hot with a capital H.”

“Say it again,” he says huskily, his breath near my ear.