I, Scarlet Townsend, didn't believe I could be any happier. Life with Carver Wilson has been wonderful. On the night of my dinner to finally unite my two very separate lives, as mother to Ashton and Elise Lathrop and Carver's girlfriend, my past comes to literally kick my door in. Denver Lathrop has known me all of my life. With that knowledge comes a truth. It's a truth that I have to face if I am going to ever have a future with anyone, especially ex-special forces, Carver Wilson. There is a part of me no one else, but Denver knows. His belief is why shouldn't he get the girl since he knows my life story inside and out. The crazy thing is part of me has the exact same question but no answer. Damn son-of-a-bitch fireman coming in and disrupting my good … average … decent life. What am I supposed to do with all the crap he stirs up? My eyes are glued to the sight before me. I don’t know why I didn’t knock. When I didn’t hear the shower running or steam coming out and the partially opened door, I assumed he was dressed. Holy mother of pearl, I never expected him to be in the state that I found him. I don’t know about most other women. I have had my friends tell me they get excited by seeing this. I’ve never fully seen it for myself. Seeing this magnificent man in all of his naked glory, straining to contain his need to yell as his large hand runs the length of him is amazing enough. Those arms rippling as he strokes and strokes and rubs the head of that impressive piece of manhood protruding from his pelvis. The muscles in his neck prominently displayed, as he grunts is picture perfect. Having him groan out your name as he releases rivulets of heated … I am stunned, turned on to the point of an achy need. I’m so shocked by this astonishing display that I know I am going to need some relief as soon as humanly possible. What I need to do is make my exit before he notices me standing in the doorway. It’s what I mentally tell myself, but that isn’t what happens. Nope. I am standing there watching as he comes down from his high. I’m in a stupefied silence when those blue eyes land on me. “Um … I came …” “With me?” “What?” “You came … with me?” “I’m sorry?” “Nothing to apologize for, Ruby? I don’t mind if you don’t.” “What? No. That’s not what I was talking about.” “No need to be embarrassed about it.” He cuts me off again. “I have seen you naked and I do know every aspect of that beautiful body. I am sad to know that I’m standing here without a stitch of clothes on and you’re over here aching to strip.” His brow furrows, as if he is deep in thought. “Are you sure you came?” I feel the flush of my skin to the point where I feel feverish. The things this man used to do to my body and say to me shouldn’t have me reacting in any way. Yet, here I am, practically panting like a dog in heat. I still react to him like I have some schoolgirl crush or like I am some blushing virgin bride. “I’m going to leave right now. I need to …” “Come?” he answers for me. Prick. “No. Denver, I will talk to you later. When you’re not in this … when you’re not …” “Hard as a fucking rock and pointing directly at my intended target?” “Oh my … shit,” I exclaim as I run into the chair in my haste to get the hell away from this man.
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