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CHAPTERTWO
WHAT DREAMS ARE MADE OF
JAMISON
I laugh.
This girl.
I appreciate a beautiful woman, like any other hot-blooded guy, but Scarlett took mybreathaway the moment I laid eyes on her, and I’m not usually quite so rattled. She’s not just beautiful, she’s stunning and funny and she keeps on surprising me.
Her teeth stretch over her plump bottom lip and I grow even harder—I have been since she first looked at me—and I lower her slightly, clenching her perfect ass in my hands. Her eyes grow round as she feels me underneath her and I want to kiss her more than I want my next breath, but not yet. For now, I just want to look at her, memorize every expression that crosses her face, because I already know this experience will go by way too fast. My flight back to Boston is at godawful o’clock and I already feel out of time to worship her like I wish I could.
“Your turn,” I whisper, enjoying the way she arches into me when I squeeze her cheeks. “Tell me something good.”
“I couldn’t tell how green your eyes were in that dark bar,” she says. “Beautiful.”
“Your eyes are really beautiful too.”
“Just brown.”
“Nothing about you isjustanything…” I tell her, meaning it. God, do I ever mean it. Her breath catches when I lower her another inch and she can fully feel how hard I am for her.
“Andthat…you.You feel incredible,” she whispers, her head falling back, just as the elevator dings.
I step off, holding onto her backside with one hand and sliding the card in front of the door with my other. Once we’re in my suite, I toss the card to the ground and walk straight to the bedroom, the lights of the city from the open window and the full moon leaving the perfect light to see her.
With her still in my arms, I tilt her chin so she’s looking into my eyes. “You sure you want this?” I ask.
She licks her lips and nods. “I really do,” she whispers.
I grin, and again, she surprises me. She clutches my face in her hands and pulls my lips to hers, and she wasn’t lying—she manages to turn my world upside down with just one kiss. I’m assaulted with a craving so profound, our kiss quickly gains momentum. She rubs herself against me as we kiss deeply, and I groan into her mouth when she whimpers. Her lips are soft and full and her tongue tastes like sugar and lemons and heaven. I reach up to run my thumb across the nipple that’s been driving me wild as I thrust against her and her head falls back, her mouth parting in an O. She stiffens against me as she gasps and shudders, letting out the sweetest long moan before looking back at me in shock.
“Are you an orgasm whisperer?” she asks in awe.
“You tell me,” I chuckle, holding onto her thighs and tossing her back playfully on the bed. She lays there looking like a fucking dream, her long dark hair splayed out, her tight skirt up around her waist, and a tiny scrap of pink lace wet between her legs.
“That was record time for me,” she says.
“Let’s see what other records we can set,” I say, unbuttoning my shirt.
She slides her shoes off and they drop to the floor as she leans up on her elbows and watches while my shirt falls on the chair next to the bed. Her eyes widen slightly as she looks down my chest and stomach. She leans up, her fingers skating reverently over my abs before she undoes my belt and I unbutton the tiny buttons on her blouse, my huge fingers clumsy. She moves to her knees and once I’ve gotten two buttons undone, she lifts her blouse over her head and I hiss out a curse on a long exhale when I see her.
“What is this sexy thing?” I bite out, my dick surging toward her. I palm myself over my pants to try to calm down.
She’s already undoing her skirt and slides it down, revealing the most amazing vision I’ve ever seen. Underneath that classy yet sexy professional outfit she was wearing, she’d been hiding this all along—a one-piece pale pink lace thing that plunges low on the top, the deep dip between her breasts catching my eye before shifting to the pebbled nipples straining against the lace, and rides high on her hips, spotlighting her flawless legs.
“I like pretty things,” she says softly.
I reach out and rub the tips of my fingers against her nipples, swallowing hard. “I wouldn’t have been able to have any resemblance of—uh, any semblance of—fuck…” I groan. “Anysaneconversation with you if I’d known this was all going on underneath.”
“I’m glad you like.” She grins and lowers the zipper on my pants, gasping when she sees me. “You’ve got a lot going on here too,” she whispers.
I can’t take my eyes off of her as she lowers my boxer briefs and I spring free. She wraps both fists around me and I curse again.
“I can’t even fit my hands around you,” she says in awe.
“I love how you say exactly what you’re thinking,” I tell her, wondering again how the hell I’ll get enough of her, and that thought alone is enough to send me sideways. Since I don’t have time for a relationship and am nowhere near ready to settle down, it’s a good thing we’ll be going our separate ways in just a few short hours, maybe even after this one time.
