Page 61 of Rags to Royals

I just wait. My whole body feels tight, stretched thin, waiting for her to finish that sentence.

“I forgot how good you make me feel. Not just physically, but just in general. I actually pushed it away because I didn’t want to remember. Because it made me miss you like hell. But now, I can’t… resist it.”

Jesus.

I can’t do it. I can’t keep anything from her. Especially myself.

“I will give you whatever you need. Anything you want,” I tell her, my voice rough.

She pulls her bottom lip between her teeth, clearly battling with herself.

She must make some decision in that beautiful head of hers because she blows out a breath and leans in, kissing me again.

This one’s different.

Her fingers curl into my scalp, she presses the middle seam of her shorts against my fly, moaning sweetly into my mouth.

As I grip her tighter and press her closer, she opens her mouth.

And that’s it. The tiny bit of resolve I had crumbles. The fire ignites and we’re both gone.

Our tongues stroke, our breathing quickens, and our hands roam.

I slide my hand up under her shirt, searching for bare skin.

I stroke up and down her back as her hands slip under my shirt, gripping my sides, kissing me deep, making delicious noises as she grinds against me.

I work my hand under the elastic sports bra she’s wearing and slide around to the front, covering her bare breast in my hand, squeezing, my thumb teasing over her hard nipple.

She pulls her mouth away from mine. “Cian.” She rests her forehead against mine.

“What do you need?” I ask. “You can ask me for anything.”

“More,” she says simply.

I pull my head back to look at her, still teasing her nipple.

“Do you need to come? It’s been a long time. Do you need an orgasm, little witch? Has this magical pussy missed me?”

She sucks in a breath and when I think that possibly this is where she will push away, she nods.

I smile with satisfaction. “Fingers or cock?”

Her eyes widen slightly, but it’s only because she’s forgotten how I talk. She quickly remembers.

“Out here?” she asks.

She’s not protesting. I know she’s asking if I can assure her this is okay. The way she let me take the lead during sex in New Orleans was one of the biggest fucking turn-ons of my life. She was eager, vocal, happy to give me words, but also beautifully submissive. She loved having me take charge and lead the way.

“No one will come out here. It’s just you and me,” I tell her.

I know that Ruby and Henry will not venture out here. I also know that Henry will keep Mariah from coming out here. I’m certain my friend knows that even if I’m not getting Scarlett naked, we are talking about things Mariah doesn’t need to hear.

Besides, Mariah’s not stupid. I don’t think she would be surprised, or appalled, if she found out what me and her mom were doing out here. She’d probably be thrilled, actually.

Still, it’s not something any of them need to witness.

“Cock,” Scarlett says softly.

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