Page 51 of Wreck Me

She twists in my arms until she’s facing me. I keep one hand firmly on her lower back for support and skim the other hand over her thigh and under her dress.

Our eyes collide as I inch slowly upwards over smooth satiny skin until my fingers seek out the scrap they’re searching for. ‘Did I buy this lingerie?’

‘You did.’ Her head lolls back, exposing her long, elegant neck.

‘I believe I warned you I’d want to inspect it,’ I hiss as my fingers slide over the saturated silk. She gasps as I stroke over the material from her clit to her slit. ‘You are soaking, sweetheart.’

‘You tend to have that effect on me. Even when you’re in another country.’ Her admission stirs something deep in my stomach and it takes a minute to pinpoint the feeling.

Satisfaction.

Her skin is flawless beneath the moonlight. Flawless and youthful. She’s so fucking young, probably too young for me, but now I’ve got her here, now I know she’s soaking for me, there’s no way my conscience is going to impede me.

‘You don’t mind that I’m older?’ My finger inches to the side of the silk, searching for the seam to slip beneath.

‘Your experience terrifies me and turns me on in equal measure,’ she pants.

‘Never be scared of me, sweetheart.’ I gently suck on the skin sheathing her rapid pulse. ‘I’ll never hurt you.’

Someone did though, given what she’s told me. God help that person if I ever find out who.

‘I only want to give you pleasure.’ I pull my hand away from her pussy and disappointment flashes over her face. ‘Now take off that lingerie so I can do exactly that.’

Chapter Twenty-Five

SCARLETT

The throbbing between my legs is overriding all rationale. I reach beneath my dress, hook my fingers inside the waistband of my thong, and slide it down my legs. I’m about to bend down and pick it up when James beats me to it.

He crouches at my feet, snatches up the silk, and raises it to his face. His head angles up and his torrid eyes burn into mine as he inhales. It’s primal. Rising slowly, he tucks the lingerie into his trouser pocket and dips a hand beneath the hem of my dress again without breaking our stare. Teasing fingers skim my inner thigh, inching higher. The anticipation of his touch is almost enough to get me off alone.

‘Has anyone else touched this pretty pussy?’ His pupils gleam as his fingers glide through the slickness down there.

‘Only me.’ There’s that uncanny ability he possesses to extract the truth from me. My gaze falls to the floor.

‘Do you know how much that turns me on, Scarlett?’ He uses his free hand to tilt my chin up so I have no choice but to meet his eyes. Twin flames burn with a desire on par with my own. ‘Knowing that I’m the first man to touch you?’

Apparently, it’s a rhetorical question.

‘But tonight’s not about me. It’s all about you.’ His fingers slide either side of my clit, driving up and down with the perfect amount of pressure.

‘Open your legs wider, sweetheart.’ His dominance serves to soak me further.

I obey, willingly.

He pushes a fingertip at my entrance while his thumb works maddening circles around the most sensitive parts of me. Heat pools in my core as my limbs tighten. Fireworks dance across my skin. I fall forwards onto his chest, my fingers gripping the lapels of his suit jacket.

‘How does that feel?’ His breath caresses my ear.

‘Unbelievable,’ I moan. ‘You’re going to wreck my dress.’ My protest is feeble. It might be a Rebecca Vallance, limited edition and the most stunning dress I own, but I’d sacrifice it for this pleasure.

‘You’re going to wreck me, Scarlett. I’ve known it since the second you walked onto that stage.’ His face inches forwards until we’re sharing the same air. His lips brush over mine then he runs his tongue over my bottom lip.

‘I need to get a closer look.’ His fingers slow to a stop but before I can even protest, he kneels in front of me.

James Beckett, billionaire bachelor, is on his fucking knees inspecting me, and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

‘Pull your dress up around your waist. I want to watch you come on my fingers.’ I do as I’m told, too wanton with lust to even contemplate being shy. His face presses against my sex, and he inhales deeply again. For a second, I wonder if he’ll put his tongue there, but he doesn’t.

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