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I lower my head to brush my lips against hers. “I will.” I kiss her, very lightly. “Do you want me to stop, Scarlett?”

She doesn’t reply.

I kiss her again. “Just tell me to stop.”

She doesn’t.

I kiss her a third time. “Push me away.”

Her fingers clutch at the two sides of my shirt. “I can’t,” she says hoarsely.

Heat surges through me. “Do you want me, baby girl?”

Her answer is just a whisper across my lips. “Yes…”

“Because I want you, so bad…” I give her a few more seconds to complain, and when she doesn’t, I take her hands in mine, pin them to the wall, and pour all my desire into a kiss that sends my heart banging and makes me as hard as iron.

Chapter Fifteen

Scarlett

I gasp, but all that does is let him plunge his tongue into my mouth and kiss me so deeply I feel as if I’m losing all sense of time and place.

I can’t move because he’s pinned my hands, and his whole body is pressed up against mine. I can feel his hard erection against my belly. He’s so tall, and big, and strong, I feel helpless. Oh my God, why does that turn me on so much? I should be outraged. I should be giving him a knee in the groin and telling him he’s acting inappropriately, and I should walk straight out of here.

I don’t, though. Instead, I flex my hands where he’s holding my wrists, and a small moan escapes me.

He moves back, looking at me with those fierce blue eyes. Then he bends and, without warning, lifts me up and holds me beneath my butt, so I have to wrap my legs around his waist.

I hold his face with my hands and kiss him, tilting my head to the side, while he carries me through to the bedroom. I have a brief glimpse of a large room, one wall of which is all windows, with a gigantic bed that faces out over the city, before he crosses the room, climbs onto the bed, and lowers me onto my back so my head is on the pillows.

He sits back and takes off his shirt, revealing his glorious body, then leans over me, a hand on either side of my shoulders. My jaw drops. Oh my God, the muscles. I lift my hands and rest them on his pecs, then brush them across to his shoulders, down his biceps, back up, and down his chest. He has a delicious scattering of hair, and I follow it down to where it narrows into a thin trail that disappears into the waistband of his trousers. I’ve seen this on other men when they’ve worn shorts but gone topless down by the pool, but this is the firsttime I’ve examined it. I follow it down to the waistband, then stop, conscious of his erection just beneath it.

Without asking, he lifts up, undoes the button, and slides down the zipper. Then he leans over me again. I stare, fascinated, at the way his erection juts out, straining at the black cotton of his boxer briefs.

I look up into his eyes. He hasn’t put the lamp on. The colored lights of the city and the light from the rising moon fall onto his back and hair, but his eyes look midnight-blue in the semi-darkness.

“Can I touch you?” I whisper.

“Yeah.” His voice is little more than a husky growl. He wants me. It makes my heart race.

I touch a finger to the tip of his erection and circle it, feeling the head. Then I turn my hand palm up, slide it down the shaft, and slip it beneath the seam of his trousers, all the way down to cup his balls. It’s the first time I’ve felt this part of a man, and I explore shyly, enjoying this adventure. His cock twitches in response, making me catch my breath.

He lowers down to kiss me, then stretches out beside me, half on me, heavy, pressing me into the mattress. Sliding a hand up my skirt, he lifts my leg up, cups my ass, and pulls me against him. Now his erection nestles against my mound, and when I rock my hips it slides through my sensitive skin and arouses my clit.

“Mmm…” I close my eyes, lost in bliss as he rocks slowly against me while he kisses me. My heart races, and when I place my hand on his chest I can feel his heart doing the same, but he kisses me slowly, apparently still keen to keep the pace slow.

We kiss for a long time, the room slowly growing warmer. I slip my hand to the back of his neck and feel the short hair there, then cup his face, my thumb brushing his smooth jaw. No sign of bristle, so he must have showered before he met me. The thought of him in the shower, naked, preparing himself for me only serves to make my heart beat faster.

Eventually, he moves back and says, “Can I take off your dress?”

I nod, and he helps me pull it up my legs, over my hips, then peel it up my body and over my head. He tosses it aside without looking, his gaze fixed on me.

“I knew it,” he says.

I glance down—I’m completely naked now. I look back up at him. “Is it a problem?”

He just laughs and kisses me, his mouth hot and hungry. He rests a hand on my collarbone, just below my throat, then draws a finger down between my breasts to my belly. Finally, he cups my breast and brushes his thumb over the nipple, then lowers his head and covers it with his mouth.

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