Page 28 of Mr. Red

I look at my watch and flick my wrist like I’m moving it out of the way—a habit I do when I’m thinking. I also do it when I’m a little nervous. It happens a lot around this woman.

She’s intoxicating. She makes me want to impress her. I want the best for her all the time. I don’t want to admit that. It certainly hasn’t been long enough to feel this way; I hardly know her. She somehow has an attraction that keeps pulling me in.

The previews continue playing in the background. All I’m focused on is what she’s thinking about. I want her to be thinking of me as much as I’m thinking about her.

“What are you thinking about?” I lean in by her ear.

She points to the screen with a face that says “duh.” That was not helpful.

“I’m thinking about how soft your skin would feel.” I whisper in her ear. It’s tempting to graze my lips on her neck.

Moment of truth—is she going to bolt? I doubt it, but she’s surprising.

She smirks and continues watching the movie. Fuck it, I’m going for it. I put my arm over her shoulder and start grazing her arm.

“You’re so smooth.”

She takes another swig of her beer. She’s not telling me to stop. I move my hand lower until it lands on her hip. She continues watching the screen like it’s the only thing going on right now. This is very similar to being in high school, trying to win over the hottest girl with no clue how to accomplish the task.

With one hand on her thigh and the other pulling her in around her waist, I lean in and kiss beneath her ear. Her intoxicating smell hits me again, making me more turned on.

She looks my way, and before she can protest anything I grab her face in my hands to kiss her. I swear fireworks are bursting between us. She freezes at first, and then starts kissing me back. Thank goodness I haven’t eaten any popcorn yet. She tastes like mint. I need more.

Her tongue mixes with mine and if my dick wasn’t busting to get out before, he certainly is now. Man, I want her so bad. I grab a fist full of her hair to pull her closer. She grazes my erection that’s trying to spring freefrom my pants.

I’m sick of holding back, so I pull her to sit on top of me. She straddles me without a fuss. I hate that she’s in pants; it’s inconvenient. It won’t stop me, though.

I start running my fingers over her breasts. No bra—so hot. At least I have easy access somewhere. I want to suck on her tits.

She seemed to like when I kissed her neck. I break our make out session and move back to her neck. She responds with a moan, releasing her head back. I make my way down until I’m in between her nipples.

I pant, “Goddamn, you taste delicious.”

She looks down with a seductive smile. She likes talking. I hope she likes it dirty.

Her top is tied behind her neck. I pull it loose so I can put her nipple in my mouth. The straps around her neck begin to fall, but she stops them before she exposes anything. The spell I had on her is broken.

“Excuse me for a second.” She withdraws from my lap.

I clench my jaw. My wrist twitches as I watch her walk out of the room.

Fuck!

I pushed her too far.

Chapter 17

Scarlett

Holy shit!

I pace outside the viewing room with trembling hands. I can’t believe I was on top of him making out! I touch my lips, still tingling from our kiss. He looks good, smells good, and he kisses like he has something to prove. It’s so hard to stay away from him.

I’m thankful I pulled my head together to break out of whatever the fuck happened in there. I thought I was keeping boundaries, but the reasons to stay away aren’t working anymore. I’ve never felt a kiss like that—sparks were flying everywhere. I want more, but I’m scared. I don’t want what happened to my dad, to happen to me.

How can I be so stupid?

I know he’s the first guy in forever I’ve been attracted to at all, but there’s more to him. He makes me feel free when I’m around him; I’d even say safe. Which is ridiculous because I don’t even know the man!

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