“I like it when you talk to me, okay? Don’t get shy or quiet. Tell me what you like, Scarlett. Tell me what you need, and I’ll give it to you.”
“I need you to put your piano fingers to use and make me come,” she whispers, her breathing shallow. I tease two fingers at her entrance, playing with the arousal that has gathered there before slowly entering. I pause, teasing her just enough that she bucks forward, gripping on to my shoulder for stability. “Please. I need it.Please.”
I tut. “What’s ‘it’, baby? Tell me.”
“You. My God, Evan. I needyou. Please.”
The sound of her begging should not spur me on this much, but it does. I push two fingers into her tight heat, feeling the way her inner walls grip me tight. “That’s my girl,” I mutter with a satisfied hum.
“I’m not your girl,” she bites out.
“Not yet, by the sounds of it,” I murmur. “You will be after I make you come, though.”
She says only two words, and I’m a goner. “Prove it.”
She’s going to ruin me.
And I can’t fucking wait.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE: SCARLETT
I think I’m dying.
Or maybe I’m already dead and I’m in heaven because I’m currently spread out like a meal on Evan’s bed as he towers over me at the end of it.
He is more than beautiful. More than gorgeous. His blond hair is a little darker from the shower we just took together and there are droplets of water that glisten on his huge shoulders. His chest is broad and hard, defined muscles make up whathasto be an eight-pack. I want to trail my tongue between the ridges of each one.
I push up onto my elbows, tilting my head to the side. “I bet this wasn’t in your plans for your birthday.”
Evan grins, shaking his head. “No. It’s even better.”
“Yeah?”
“I’ve been fucking dreaming about this, Scarlett.” His voice is thick and heavy with want as he leans over me, and the only thing I can see is him. My elbows buckle beneath me, and he smirks, pressing a kiss to my collarbone. “Every day.” A kiss to my other collarbone. “Every night.” He starts to make his way down my chest, and I’m sure he must feel the way my heart skips against his lips. “Every waking moment . . .” His mouth covers my nipple, pulling the sensitive bud into his mouth and I feel it harden on his tongue. “You’re all I think about.”
“Are you obsessed with me, Branson?” I try to laugh, try to play it cool, but I’m practically shaking beneath him. A desperate, needy mess that needs to be touched.
“Obsessed, addicted, all the best things,” he says, making his way down my stomach and I arch for him. He grips me by the hips, lowering his mouth and lining it up with my center. My eyes gloss over as he nudges his tongue against my slick heat. “Fuck, you’re so wet.”
I drop my forearm against my sweaty forehead, panting. “Evan . . .”
He chuckles darkly. I’m not used to seeing him like this. He’s so confident, so self-assured and cocky and I’m . . . I’m a mess. I can barely form sentences when he looks at me. I feel like a schoolgirl with a crush all over again, my entire body flushed and shining with sweat from the effort of keeping still.
He presses his mouth to my clit, and I grind into him, already needing more. I can hardly think straight, my legs shaking against the bed. “You’re doing so good,” Evan murmurs, teasing two fingers at my entrance and the pleasure tightens.
“Evan . . .” I whisper, not sure what I’m begging for. He continues pushing his fingers into me, reaching the spot that makes me scream with little effort. The feeling builds, and my release is so close I can almost taste it. Stars cloud my vision. Right when I’m about to be thrown over the edge, he stops, pulling out his fingers, and I gasp. “God, I hate you.”
“No, you don’t,” he laughs, and I look down at him with his face between my legs as he presses his cheek against the apex of my thighs. “You hate how good it feels, but you love me bossing you around. You love someone else taking control and taking care of you, even when you say you don’t.” He dips his fingers into me again, but not enough. I move my hips, grinding into his hand, but he’s still holding back. His eyes blink up at me, and they turn into soft, perfect doe eyes, his voice lowering. “Now, tell me again that you hate me. I dare you.”
My heart riots in my chest, and he surprises me by landing one firm slap to my pussy. I shatter completely, my body trembling as I try to speak.
“Fuck,” he mutters, staring at me with disbelief. He kisses the inside of my thigh, making his way up my body. “That was quick. You just couldn’t hold it in, could you?”
I roll my eyes, dragging him up until his mouth is on mine again. The taste of my arousal on his mouth has me moaning against his lips when he pushes his tongue into my mouth.
“Are you okay?” I ask, pulling apart from him slightly. He just nods, ready to give me another kiss, but I stop him. “With this, I mean. With everything.”
“I’m fucking perfect, Scarlett,” he murmurs, kissing the corner of my mouth. Then my jaw. Then down my neck.
