She groans. “I mean you’re distracting me. You’re making me forget about what’s important. Myfamily. I don’t want this to complicate things.”
I can’t help the smile that spreads across my face. Scarlett has always held her cards close to her chest. She’s never tried to let me in, but something has shifted between us. I want us to have better communication. To actually tell each other how we feel. We wasted so many days denying and ignoring it. I want it to keep going. To see how this plays out. I want her to fight me. To fight with me. I want anything she’s willing to give me at this point.
“So, you’re admitting there’s a‘this?’” She turns to me.
“I’m admitting there’s asomething,” she replies, rolling her eyes as if the thought is stupid. I’m full-on grinning now. God only knows how badly I want this girl. “Neither of us are stupid. There’s been sexual tension between us for years. We tried to ignore it, but…God, you’ve been making it really fucking difficult recently.”
I watch her take a survey of my outfit. My white cotton shirt is sticking to my chest. My hair is flopping in my forehead, heavy and wet with rain.
“Only you would try and blamemefor finding me attractive,” I say, pushing a hand through my hair for extra emphasis. She groans, flickering her eyes to mine, studying me.
She barks out a disbelieving laugh. “You’re ridiculous, Branson. That’s why I don’t get it.”
“Get what?” I ask, tilting my head.
“That I want to slap you as much as I want to make out with you,” she admits. Her admission shocks me a little and I blink at her. She doesn’t seem embarrassed about what she wants. Sometimes, when we’re alone I think she puts all of her trust right into the palm of my hand, silently begging me to believe her.
“You can do whatever you want to me, Scarlett.”
“That’s a little terrifying,” she laughs.
“You’rea little terrifying,” I mutter.
She fists my shirt, pulling me into her and she crashes her mouth to mine. Is this a dream? I’m kissing Scarlett Voss in the rain and she’s kissing me back.
Her lips are so soft and careful at first, as if she’s testing how it feels. I let her take her time, waiting until she’s comfortable until she gives meeverything.
Her tongue slips into my warm mouth and I groan happily, loving the taste of her. She tastes like that feeling you get when youjustfall asleep. Just peace. Only she’s not peace. She’s a fucking hurricane and she knows it.
I need more of her, and I don’t know how to get it. My hands find their way in her hair, pulling and twisting as most of her hair falls out of her bun. As I do, she smiles against my mouth.
She fucking smiles.
I try to get closer to her, try to get anything she’ll give me, but it’s hard to do. Her hands have now found their way in my hair as she tugs onto it greedily. I let her. It's hard to move when we’re just angrily, hornily, sweetly kissing each other. It’s a confusing combination. Everything about her feels so soft, she looks like a fucking daydream, but she makes me feel like I’m on fire.
“Jesus,” she mutters into my mouth. “It shouldn’t feel this good.”
“But it does,” I reply, kissing her deeply until all my thoughts become her.
Her.
Her.
Her.
Finally, I push back slightly onto the step, my back digging into the stone and she uses the opportunity to climb into my lap. She sits on me perfectly, our bodies practically moulding together.
I run my hands up and down her back, loving the way her body sags against mine, her tits pressing into my chest. My head lolls back as she kisses and sucks on my neck. I’ve not been this close to another girl in months and it’s fucking up my insides. She bites me softly and when I groan with pleasure, she bites me again. Harder.
“Fuck, Angel,” I say, basically whimpering. Then she bites me again as she starts to kiss across the base of my throat.
"You good? Sounds like you want me to stop," she murmurs, her voice low and so insanely sexy.
"No," I breathe out and she rolls her hips against me again. "Don't fucking stop."
Then I realise it.
As I’m hard as a fucking rock in my jeans when her lips start to travel down my neck and my hands move down to her ass, I realise that I don’t just want her sometimes. I want her all the time.
