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My throat aches, the realisation that maybe this is different, that he’s different somehow. “I wish I knew the answer to that… But, Lance, if my mother’s diaries have taught me anything, it’s to chase today like tomorrow doesn’t exist. Stop thinking about what has or might happen and let be what’s happening right now. I want you. I want you so bad it makes me ache.”
His jaw clenches, his forehead meeting mine. “There’s so much I want to know, Scarlet,” he mutters, guilty. “So much I should give before I take.”
“Lance—”
“Don’t let me take too much,” he rasps out. “I already know it’s going to be impossible to stop.”
I frown, reaching up to smooth out his furrowed brow. He leans into my touch, turning his face to rest his lips against my palm, kissing it.
Something inside of me sparks, the gesture unexpected and tender.
His loyalties lie with my brother. I can see it holding him back even now. And after everything he’s told me tonight, it’s obvious that Mason was all he had after his dad and nan died.
Who else does Lance have outside of my brother, Elliot and Charlie?
“Scarlet—” He groans.
Our noses brush, lips grazing. Desperate but afraid. “It’s impossible to take too much when it’s given to you freely, Lance. Let me drown in you.”
I’m not sure what I’m saying because this isn’t how it’s supposed to go. This wasn’t the plan. It wasn’t what I was saying in the car an hour ago. But I’ve not told one lie. Not fumbled one word.
“Jesus Christ.”
His mouth crashes to mine, my eyes closing as I kiss him back. I move my legs higher up his waist, locking them tighter.
I feel the water moving around us, and then he’s reaching behind me. I’m lifted from the water and settled onto the dock. The wood is cool against my back, but Lance quickly pulls himself up and is on me before a shiver can pass through me, his hands going straight for the T-shirt that’s stuck to me like a second skin. He throws it to the dock once it’s clear of my head.
My breasts are wet, nipples firm and when Lance groans, reaching out to fill his hands with them, I give in to him completely.
“Lance, please.” I arch my back, needing more.
He kisses the space between my breasts, then my throat, and then my mouth. “When you’re under me, you’re mine to do with as I please. Don’t tell me how to fuck you, Scarlet.”
I moan.
I can feel his cock through his briefs, the thick head heavy against my groin. Everything aches. “I need you inside of me. Don’t make me wait. Please.”
His eyes close, and when they open, I know the reluctance he had before is held together by a thread.
“Are you wet for me?”
I nod, my cheeks flaming. I drop my knees to the dock.
His cheek tics, a silent approval. And then he hooks a finger under either side of my underwear, pulling them down my legs.
“Keep talking to me,” I rasp. “Please.”
His palm dusts south over my stomach, and when his thumb brushes through my centre, pausing at my throbbing clit, I moan entirely too loudly. “Look at you. Dripping for me. Do you have any idea how perfect you are like this?”
I feel a rush of heat at my core, the stickiness between my legs getting worse.
“Lance—”
“You like it when I talk to you?” His brow quirks. “You want me to talk to you while I finger you, sunshine?”
I nod, trembling when he smiles down at me, brushing his thumb over my clit again. “Don’t stop.”
“Can you give me a couple of minutes?” He eases back, his head dipping between my thighs. “I need to indulge a little first.”
