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Why do I feel like a naughty teen having a boy over for the first time? Because it’s my first time? I’m twenty-nine years old, for goodness’ sake.
Lance follows me into the bathroom, his movements relaxed compared to my own.
Do I have a side I sleep on? I think I sleep in the middle… or slightly to the right with my knee bent up.
“Scarlet.” My name on his tongue, the way he says it…
“Yes,” I answer, turning with mine and the new toothbrush packet in my hands.
He pushes off from where he’s sitting on the bathtub and stands behind me in the mirror. I look up at him in the glass, swallowing as his warmth surrounds me.
He lifts his chin in question, asking me what’s wrong. As if he somehow knows my mind is running a million miles a minute.
“I’ve never had a man sleep in my bed before.”
He tenses momentarily but then catches himself. Gently, he wraps an arm around my waist, tucking me into the safety of his chest as he takes the toothbrushes from my hand and places them down. “Do you want me to sleep in the chair?”
The chair. Not leave.
I shake my head.
“I’m not used to having company, but the thought of having you in my bed for the night makes me feel… some kind of way.”
He leans down and kisses the bare skin between my shoulder and neck. “It makes me feel some kind of way as well, sunshine.”
Sensing his smile, I turn in his arms to catch it. My hands run down his chest, rippling over his abs. “I have some of Mason’s old clothes… if you want something to put on.”
What? God, no.Please say no.
His eyes darken, and he must understand the panic on my face because in the next second he pushes his boxers down his legs, completely baring himself to me. His thick cock bobs between us, brushing against my stomach.
I swallow and bite my lip as my legs brush together, trying to ease the ache growing there.
“I don’t want anything to put on, Scarlet.” He fists his cock, closing his eyes as he squeezes tight. When they open again, they pin me, and I feel the stickiness of my arousal between my legs. “I want to take you right here, messy and hard against the sink. And then I want to fuck you slow and deep in the shower while I wash every inch of you. And then, once you’re utterly fucked and can’t take any more of me, you’ll climb into bed and let me soothe all the parts that ache while you lie in my arms and sleep. Does that sound okay?”
Instead of answering him—because I’m unsure anything would come out coherent—I simply lift his shirt from over my head and drop it to the tiles. My breasts sit full and heavy, nipples hard and begging for the warmth of his large hands, but his eyes don’t leave my face.
He reaches up and dusts his thumb across my bottom lip, his gaze following the motion as he rasps, “Turn around and spread your legs, Scarlet. Make sure you hold on to the sink.”
FIFTEEN
Lance
The warmth of her body is absent when I wake up on Saturday morning, but the need to go and find her like I did at Mason’s place on Wednesday isn’t there either.
I can tell she’s somewhere close.
We haven’t long been to sleep. The sun was slowly rising as I wrapped her in a towel and carried her to the bed. She bound her arms and legs around me and was asleep before any doubt could settle in her mind.
And then I spent entirely too long just watching her.
She’s under my skin, and I don’t know how to stop. I don’t want to stop. I don’t know how I tell Mason that I’ve spent the weekend lost inside of his sister. Because I am. I’m completely lost in the feel. The sounds she makes. The way she touches my skin and it soothes something deep inside of me. The way she smiles at me like I can fix all the shit that’s broken.
I should start by getting up out of bed and putting some clothes on. But I don’t do that either.
“Hey, asshole.”
I sit up in the bed, grinning when she walks into the room with a tray. “What’s this?”
