Page 50 of Wreck Me

Scarlett presses her fingers against her lips, a look of shock in her silver sparkling eyes. I graze my knuckles across her prominent cheekbone, committing every second of this moment to memory. She wears an expression as if she’s lived a hundred lives but still not quite found what she’s looking for, and it stirs something deep in my soul. Something that makes me want to plug that void for her. Be the very thing she’s looking for.

But why?

What is it about this woman that has me in knots? I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want her. Is it simply because I can’t have her? Or is it something more?

‘Will you dance with me?’ she says, with a pleading expression.

‘Here? Now?’ I gaze around the nightclub. She can’t be fucking serious. I don’t dance. Ever.

She nods, her teeth digging into her lower lip, and there’s something so endearing about it.

Fuck, I’ve known her all of a few weeks and already I can’tsay no to her. Who is this mysterious white witch? And what is she doing to me?

I buy myself time. ‘Why?’

Her throat bobs as she swallows. ‘Dancing is my outlet. My way of letting off steam.’ Her admission is like an invitation she has no idea she’s issuing.

Steam?

My little virgin needs a release. There’s no way I’m letting her walk around this nightclub with all that pent-up lust sizzling beneath her skin. I’m the only man allowed to touch her. It’s time she let me do exactly that.

‘Oh sweetheart, there are so many other ways to blow off steam.’ My lips dip and I trail my tongue across her jawline to the sensitive spot behind her ear. ‘Let me help you.’

She pauses, staring up from under elongated eyelashes. ‘James...’

Even the way my name sounds falling from her lips is sexy as fuck. I want to hear her scream it while she comes on my face, on my hands, and on my cock.

I reach up to tuck a stray strand of hair from her face, then let my finger trail down her neck and across her collarbone. My eyes fall to her dress where twin peaks rise on her breasts. She’s horny as hell, and she can deny it as much as she wants, but she needs this.

It’s time to show her what she’s been missing.

I tell myself I’m doing it for her, but deep down, it’s all for me. I need to make her come. I need to watch her face as she breaks and shatters. I need her to cry my name as she explodes with ecstasy. And I need it now.

I murmur, pressing a kiss to her temple. ‘Didn’t I say I’d take care of you until graduation?’

The faint trace of a smile ghosts her lips. Her eyes fill with a trust I don’t know if I deserve. She could be the undoing of me.

‘Let me take care of you the best way I know how. Let me make you come. Just once. Please. It’s the least I can do when our agreement prevents you from getting it elsewhere. It doesn’t have to mean anything.’ I scan the club, searching for the quickest exit.

Lies, lies, and more lies. I’m going to make her come so hard she’ll be banging down my bedroom door begging for more. I slide my hand into hers and tug her through the throng of people in search of somewhere more private. I can’t risk taking her home. Even if I could sneak out of this nightclub and past my family, the fresh air and thirty-minute car journey will give her too much time to overthink this. To change her mind.

Instead, I lead her up the stairs, taking them two at a time.

‘Just this one time,’ she repeats more to herself than me.

‘Call it a public service,’ I call over my shoulder. ‘I can’t have you walking around this nightclub like a gasket ready to blow.’

‘Where are we going?’ she asks breathily, glancing around.

I swivel into her, planting another dizzying kiss on her lips. ‘There’s a viewing lounge on the top floor. We should find a little privacy there. Okay?’

She gazes up from hooded eyes as her hips buck almost involuntarily against mine, and I have my answer.

I thank my lucky stars I got a tour of this place in the daylight, or else we could be locked in a toilet cubicle right now instead of opening the door to a viewing point overlooking the city spiralling below. The moonlight spills in through floor-to-ceiling windows. Hundreds of stars punctuate the navy sky outside. It’s the perfect backdrop for the first time I get to touch the woman who’s been haunting my every waking thought.

A small circular bar occupies the centre of the room,flanked with ten high-backed bar stools. ‘This is for more intimate meetings.’ My innuendo is lost as Scarlett strides across the floor to admire the view. The only view I’m interested in is her.

I follow her, slipping my arms around her waist. I rest my chin on her shoulder as we gaze out at the city together, and my hands slide upwards to palm her tits, so full, so round, so perfect.

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