Page 9 of Scandalous Lover

I meet her eyes but don’t find the hesitation I was expecting. If anything, her gaze blazes hotter than ever.

“Let’s go to my room.”

And I want to, of course.

I should say yes.

But I can’t make the words come out.

“Naomi, I…I might need to take this slower.”

Her face slides into a sly grin as she takes me by both hands. “I get it. I promise I won’t make you do anything you don't want to do. Let’s go in there and we can make out a bit more. No pressure. You can keep your pants on as long as you need to.”

“I’ll be keeping my pants on all night,” I say, but my argument has little teeth since I’m allowing her to lead me down the hallway.

Her bedroom is like walking into a page in a magazine. Soft shades of pink and cream wash over the walls and windowsills, mixing with the golden light from a couple of floor lamps creating a feeling of warmth. At the room's center lies an enormous bed, draped in cream and jewel-toned blue. It’s a layered cake of textures—plush throws, delicate lace, and bold, patterned pillows all carefully arranged. A vintage, distressed dresser stands against one wall, its surface adorned with trinkets and treasures that sparkle under the glow of string lights artfully draped above.

On the far wall, a cozy loveseat covered in floral and geometric prints echoes the room's eclectic spirit. The small sofa sits under a large window, framing views of Austin’s vibrant cityscape, while green, vining plants perch on the windowsill, adding a burst of freshness and a hint of the tropics. If I didn’t already feel right at home, that little touch would have pushed me over the edge.

She tries to lead me to the bed, but I finally find my brakes. “How about over here,” I say, leading her instead to the loveseat. The Texas sky is clear tonight, and I can see the full moon through the white sheer curtains.

“Wherever you’re comfortable.”

She seems agreeable enough as she flops down onthe sofa and leans toward where I stand, but I know she’s humoring me. She knows damn well she’s going to get what she so clearly wants.

Because how am I going to turn down those eyes? That body?

I slide in next to her and we fall back together as if pulled by a magnetic force. Those velvety pink lips of hers—magically pink and yet not smearing all over as I lick and suck on them. It makes me want to try harder, pressing forward until I'm nearly on top of her, driving my tongue into her open, willing mouth as my hands continue exploring her soft, sumptuous body.

I’m nearly lost in the moment, suspended in time, when I feel her fingers slip down and take a firm grasp on my achingly stiff erection on the outside of my jeans.

I gasp, surprised, and Naomi takes it as an invitation to grip me harder with both her hands, one on the back of my neck, holding my head in place, the other sliding up and down my length.

When was the last time a woman touched me like this?

I won’t even try to do the math.

The last thing I want to do is think about other women right now, even if they are so far in the past, I can barely recall their faces.

I want to be fully present with this woman. This perfect, gorgeous, totally and completely off-limits woman.

I pull back suddenly and Naomi loses her grip on my neck.

As I sit up, the sight of her disheveled before me, lips swollen and eyes hooded as her mouth drops into a surprised O…well, it almost sends me diving right back in, consequences be damned.

Alas, I’m nothing if not responsible.

“I should go.”

“Sam—”

“No, I get it. It’s totally safe and secret.”

“But…” I can hear the smile in her voice as she teases me.

“But it’s a lot. I’m going to know it happened.”

“Yeah, you’re going to know that you had a hot night with a woman who, if history serves, you’ll probably never see again. So we have a little backstory. I think that makes it even hotter.”

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