“They-
I cut her off by swiftly snaking my hands around her hot neck, feeling her pulse hammering, pulling at her hair, tilting her head further up to mine. She’s shorter than me as it is, but this is taking it to another level. She blinks up at me and she licks her pink lips, making my dick twitch. I try my best to suppress a groan.
“Say it one more time and I’m going to drop you to your knees, work you up just right until you’re begging for me and see how much you’ll like to argue then,” I whisper, bringing my face closer to hers. Those brown eyes never leave mine and I can see the arousal on her face, those perfect cheeks turning the cutest shade of pink.
She swallows. “Don’t threaten me with a good time, Branson,” she chokes out.
I wouldn’t be able to help it anymore if I tried, so I press my mouth to hers, stealing the gasp that left her lips as I gripped onto her hair. Her body instantly responds to mine as my tongue finds a home in her mouth, feeling the warmth right down to every pressure point in my body. I hear the greedy hum in the back of her throat at the same time her hands find their way into my hair, pulling and yanking as if I’m the only thing keeping her alive.
That first kiss we had was insane. The second one? Even better. Butthis?This is like fucking outer space. I’m a cynic when it comes to astrology but fuck me if it doesn’t feel like the stars aligned just for me and Scarlett at this moment.
I need more of her.
I use both of my hands to firmly grip the side of her face, feeling how small it is in my hands as I tilt her head back, deepening the kiss. I try to get more of her, and she lets me, each touch of mine gaining a spark reaction from her. Her hands loop around my neck, pulling me closer into her and I let her as she presses her chest against mine. Fuck. Our shirts are both so thin that I can feel the tips of her nipples pressing against my shirt.
Each time I try to press her further into the bookshelf, she pushes back, her back arching straight into mine. She’s fighting me for it. Good. I’m starting to get dizzy just by kissing her. Is it hot in here or is that just us? Her angry, hard, and wet kisses light a fire within me, and I can’t stop wanting more of her. I open my eyes for a second.
Big mistake.
Her eyes are closed, and her cheeks are completely red, her soft eyelashes resting against them. I’ve never seen her so caught up, messy and just turned on. She can’t deny the pull between us as much as I’ve tried to. I lean down so I’m able to kiss along her throat, feeling her heart fluttering against my mouth.
"Is this what you want me to do, Angel? Do you want me to keep touching you, teasing you, feeling every inch of your skin until one of us can't take it anymore and give in? Because if you want to play that game, you'll be the first to lose."
"No, I wouldn't," she pants.
"No?" I repeat, biting the soft flesh on her neck before smoothing it out with a kiss. Her grip on my hair tightens. "Tell me stop, Scarlett."
"I- I can't," she stutters.
"Exactly," I murmur. "Are you ready to play this game?"
She nods enthusiastically. “Get on your knees,” I say into her skin, and she moans quietly. My determined hands roam across the curves of her waist, down to her hips and back up again until I reach the underside of her breasts.
“I’m good from here,” she whispers. Of course, she has to make this difficult.
“Scarlett,” I warn.
“Evan.”
“I said get on your knees,” I say again, tilting my head until I’m face-to-face with her. She looks confident – proud of herself even. She’s going to make me work for it, but I’m not a stranger to competition.
“I heard you,” she replies, almost laughing. She leans up off the shelf as she steps closer into me, while I stand frozen. She tugs on my loose tie, pulling my face into hers. I brace my hand on the shelf behind her to keep me from falling into her. “Tell you an even better punishment?” Her voice is low, but thick and heavy with lust. “You on your knees forme.Because the way I see it – if you do your job right, you’ll be the one begging me to stop moaning your name before we get kicked out of here. Would you like that? Does the thought of us getting caught excite you, Ev?”
This woman is going to kill me, and I think I’m going to let her.
I don’t say anything other than trailing my hand up her bare thigh as she slowly releases the grip on my tie, a satisfied grin across her face as she relaxes back into the shelf. She wants me to make her feel good and that’s exactly what I’m going to do.
She’s a fucking dream.
Every inch of her feels perfect. Like it was designed specifically for me. Her body is so smooth that I ache just by touching her. She feels like she could just melt into my hands.
I grip onto her inner thigh, knowing it will drive her crazy before skimming the outside until I reach her round ass. I knead her ass with my palm as I press a kiss to the side of her neck and she sighs, finally relaxing more. She needs this just as much as I do.
“God, you’re fucking perfect,” I whisper.
“I know,” she replies, laughing.
I love that she’s confident. She doesn’tneedme to tell her she’s pretty or that she’s doing a good job because she knows it. But I know it turns her on to be praised, to feel like she’s doing something right. I could tell from the second I helped her play pool.
