Cheaters Anonymous by Lacey Silks Page A

figure out how to make it work if it’s the last thing I do. I have a lot of business to take care of this week and will not be available. Maybe this time away will give me a better perspective of my life and us. It will give you some time to think about what I said as well. The last thing I want is to rush this. Jules, I’ve never been stumped by a woman before, but you... what I’m trying to say is that I think we need to start over.”
    “So, we’re back to the dating argument.” To say that I was surprised by this sudden change in Scar would be an understatement. He’d never dated… and now he wanted to start with me? Wasn’t that like giving heroin to a recovering addict? This was definitely going to end in disaster. Where relationships were concerned, I was like an F5 tornado and he was stepping right in the middle of it. But then again, the eye was the calmest part of a twister. Could I give him a chance? Could I give it to myself as well?
    My gaze followed his to his hand on my shoulder. He dragged his finger from there over my collar bone to the hollow at the bottom of my neck, and then down my cleavage. I closed my eyes. The touch felt so good and soothing. As his hand drew lower, I felt his finger brush my nipple, right over the tank top, and I wanted nothing more than to rip it off me to feel him skin to skin. All the talking about taking things slow vanished the moment he touched me.
    “I’m pretty sure we’d last a while because I don’t think I could pleasure you only once, Jules. You’re so beautiful, you take my breath away.”
    Yet it was my breath he stole with every word.
    “Do you want me to continue?” He pinched my nipple, dragging it out and releasing it.
    A moan of delight escaped my mouth. Yes, I wanted him to continue, but I was afraid that until I understood where our relationship was or wasn’t going that we would only make it worse and would never make it past the first swirl of that tornado. Right now, we were both high on hormones; both needy and wanton. It wasn’t the best time to make decisions. One of us would use the other, possibly panic, and then move onto the next victim. I had never tried to commit to one person. But then again, Scar had never propositioned me this way before either.
    “We can start out by trying to be friends,” I said.
    “I want that more than anything, but it’s not enough.”
    “What if it’s all I can offer?” I was so lying, because I wanted to not only offer him my entire body, but also my soul. I wanted him to take me and I couldn’t wait until he did.
    “All right, let’s compromise then. No fondling until we both agree.”
    I chuckled.
    “You don’t think I can do it, Jules?”
    I shook my head.
    “Well, then I’ll take that challenge. But I promise you’ll be begging for me to touch you sooner than you think.”
    Somehow I didn’t doubt that.
    “I’ll take my time getting to know you all over again.”
    He dragged his finger up to my lips and pulled it over their seam. This kitchen needed a better ventilation system because I couldn’t find enough air. He leaned into my ear and whispered in a raspy voice, “Every. Single. Inch of you.”
    Crap! This taking things slow would definitely be hard if he kept this up.
    “Let me take you out and spoil you the way I’ve always wanted. I want to win you over and show you I’m worthy.” With his hands cupping my cheeks he searched my eyes for an answer.
    I cleared my throat. “Is that a fancy way of asking me out on a date when I don’t do dates?” I smiled.
    “No, it’s a fancy way of me asking you to give me a chance, to join me for dinner, go out to the movies, explore the possibilities like normal people. I’ll do everything to be normal for once.”
    Translation: Yes, I’m asking you out on a date.
    I lowered his hand from my face. I desperately wanted to give in, but didn’t know how to. There was no way I’d lose what we had. It was too special. He was too