“Let me show you how good it would be if you let me be nice to you. How good it would be if you stopped calling me every awful name you could think of. Let me be good to you. Let me be goodforyou,” I whisper as I press a kiss to her heat above her panties where she’s soaking.
“Okay,” she breathes. I lay my tongue flat against the fabric, tasting her and she shudders. “Fucking hell, Ev. I said ‘Okay.’”
“Okay?”
“Yes. I just want you so badly,” she whines as I suck on her clit gently.
Scarlett
When I’ve stripped down to nothing but my panties and a bra, I’m standing in front of Evan, wet and needy while he just…watches me. I can’t stop staring at him. His chest is sculpted perfectly, his hair already messy and his face is red. It confuses me how he can look so adorable and hot at the same time, while saying the filthiest things.
I need him.
Desperately.
He wraps his huge hands around my waist, his fingers dancing up my spine as he pushes my chest closer to his bare skin against mine. I need to taste him, but he doesn’t let me have him.
Instead, he unclips my bra, my chest still against his as I lean up slightly to let the material fall to the ground. When my tits press against his chest, my nipples hard peaks, he groans.
“Jesus, Scarlett,” he mutters, looking at the space between us and I feel him growing in his boxers, pressing against me. He swallows. “Everything about you is just so… Perfect.”
My whole body flushes at his words, feeling the praise right down to my fingertips as his hands roam around my waist. Only he can make me feel like this. Each touch is absolutely maddening. When my eyes connect with his, his hands shoot to my face, holding me tightly as he presses his mouth to mine.
It’s not like the other angry kisses we’ve had. This one is soft. Sweet. Timid, almost – a stark contrast to what we’re about to do. He’s being soft with me again and I want to melt in a puddle at his feet.
He pulls back from me, his cheeks glowing the most adorable shade of red before diving into my neck, sucking, nipping. His quick kisses become long, hard sucks when he reaches the swell of my breast as he holds onto my waist, my back arching.
His hot mouth covers my nipple and I moan, loving the way he’s taking care of my body like he knows it. I know he wants me to watch – and God I want to – but it feels too good, and I know that looking at him, watching him devour me, will make me crave more.
He’s like an animal.
His lips touch every sensitive part of my breasts as he swirls his tongue around it, making me call out his name. He starts to make his journey down my chest, kissing and touching me like I’ll break.
“Tell me what it says,” he murmurs into my skin at my navel, and I know he’s talking about my tattoo on my hip. It’s a small butterfly next to a couple of words.
“Can’t you read, dumbass?” I ask playfully, putting him out of his misery as I take off my panties. Maybe I didn’t realise the severity of being absolutely naked in front of him until he fell to his knees again, his green eyes full of wonder.
I feel like a God.
“I want you to tell me,” he says, his thumb rubbing circles on the inside of my thigh. He collects my arousal with one of his fingers, teasing it against my clit and I have to clamp my mouth shut, so a moan doesn’t slip out. “What’s wrong? Can’t talk, Scarlett?”
He pushes one finger inside of me and it feels like my whole world is falling apart. I hold onto his shoulder for stability, needing something to make sure I don’t fall over or explode into a thousand pieces.
“Talk,” he urges again, looking up at me, those green eyes not leaving mine. He picks up the pace of his fingers, so that I have to try to focus on something else before I can talk without whimpering.
“It’s four words,” I say finally, panting to stop myself from crying out. “It’s the title of my favourite poem. Let it enfold you.”
“What does it mean?” he asks calmly, as if he isn’t pumping in and out of me. This man is going to absolutely wreck my life.
“It means finding the simplest moments in life. The first line is, ‘Either peace or happiness, let it enfold you,’” I get out, most of it sounding like one word.
“That’s beautiful,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to the tattoo. “Just like you.”
He spins me around, so my naked body is pressing against the windowsill, my ass in his face, as his fingers leave me empty. He roams his hands over my back, kneading his palms into my ass and I gasp, loving the way it feels.
“I want to explore your body and see if every inch of you tastes as good as I imagined,” he murmurs into my skin.
“You dream about me, Branson?” I croak out.
