he joked as he shut the door, secretly thrilled she felt comfortable enough to settle right in. Turning to face him, she glared, her expression wounded, a little vulnerable. Instantly he wanted to reach for her and hold her close. Offer her comfort, something he usually wasn’t good at. This woman was a puzzle. And he was desperate to figure her out. She kept herself closed off, never giving him a clue as to what made her tick. He wanted to know if he could be the one who would make her happy. It had come to him last night, long after she left him. He had lain in bed alone, unable to sleep, naked and with a hard-on that wouldn’t stop. He’d stroked himself, thought of Scarlett, and realized that he wanted her almost as much as he needed his next breath. And for once in his life, the thought of wanting a woman so much, so constantly didn’t scare him. It thrilled him, excited him, made him want to spend all of his time with her and yet… She didn’t want to spend any time with him.
