Page 47 of Mr. Not Nice Guy

I smile and brush the corner of her mouth with a kiss. “I’m all yours.”

Her breathing picks up and she tilts her chin upward as I kiss a line from her jaw to her neck. “Are you going to get in trouble for doing this?”

Lifting my head to look at her, I stroke the hair away from her face. “It’s abundantly clear that I’ll be in a lot more trouble if Idon’tdo this.”

To underscore my statement so she doesn’t misunderstand, I work my way down her body, hell-bent on exploring every inch of her with my lips and tongue. All of her is soft and enticing, and between kisses and nips, I indulge myself by nuzzling her smooth skin with the tip of my nose.

Scarlett whimpers, arching her back and reaching to spear her fingers through my hair. “Sober August seems to be into torture.”

I hold back a chuckle as I graze my lips across her navel and look up at her face. “You think so?”

Breathing heavily, she meets my gaze. “Drunk August was in a big hurry.” She licks her lips. “Not that I’m complaining.”

“Well, you can bet your sweet ass that I’m going to take my time with you now.” I press a kiss to the spot just below her belly button and slide my hand up the inside of her thigh, then give her a slow, preliminary stroke between the hot, wet lips of her pussy. “I’m not going anywhere, Scarlett, so we’ve got all the time in the world.”

Her brows knit and she bites her bottom lip as I continue to stroke her. Dipping my head again, I return to kissing my way down her stomach and push her legs wide. She arches her back and her knees clamp inward when I arrive at the enticing spot between her thighs.

She ismagnificent.

Spreading her lips with my thumbs, I draw my tongue up her slit and toy with her clit, all the while she writhes and whimpers and moans.

Her nails scrape against my scalp, and my name is a breathless gasp on repeat that fills the quiet atmosphere of the room. Sliding two fingers inside her, I locate her hot spot and slowly strum while sucking hard on her clit.

The cry that propels from her throat is a dizzying sound that hits the intersection of perfect vibrato and feral ecstasy, and my dick is so hard that it fucking hurts.

As if sensing my desperate, magnetic need to be inside her, Scarlett grips my hair again and tugs it. “Stop. Come here. I need you.”

I’m not going to argue with that, and I shift up her body, letting my chest graze the hard peaks of her heaving breasts. She slips her arms under mine and grabs my ass, pulling me to her before reaching between us to wrap her hand around my cock.

I nearly come undone right then, and I lower my forehead to hers. “Fuck, Scarlett.”

“That’s what I’m waiting for.” She gives me another long, slow stroke. “Don’t disappoint me, August.”

I capture her mouth for another searing kiss. “I have no intention of ever disappointing you.”

She draws her tongue up and over my chin, as though wanting a taste of herself on me. “Good.”

Guiding the head of my cock to her slick entrance, she arches against me, closing the last bit of distance between us as I enter her in a slow, smooth thrust. She wraps her legs around me, and I push myself to her absolute depths, and it iseverything.

We move in perfect sync, with perfect rhythm, perfectly complementary, and she cups the back of my head as she presses her forehead to my temple. With each delicious thrust, her breath and moans punctuate soft, sweet kisses on my cheeks and jaw while her hands tenderly stroke the nape of my neck, and something about all this sweet tenderness does me in even more than she already has.

Scarlett is a natural-born performer after all, and it’s only right now that it occurs to me that all her saucy, bawdy sass, charming and enticing as it is, is a performance to conceal the true tenderness that she possesses. I’ve seen her stripped down and vulnerable a few times now, and the difference is stark. Those moments are what penetrated my heart and caused me to lose it to her.

And right now, while she presses long, sweet kisses to my face, while her fingers sweep down my neck, while her wet, matted lashes flutter against my cheek, I don’t think I could love anyone more.

A brief snippet of the disturbing dreams flashes across my mind, and the words dream-Scarlett murmured echo in my heart.

It was always me. Nothing worked before because it was always me.

What was disturbing and distressing at the time now fills me with hope, and a strange weight lifts off me. It’s powerful to realize that heartbreak serves an ultimate purpose; to finally understand why things never worked out with anyone else.

As I continue to slowly thrust into her, I find myself staring at her face with what can only be described as awe. The look I’m giving her must come off penetrating because Scarlett’s brows draw together again, this time in confusion.

She pants quietly. “What’s wrong?”

The words spill out of my mouth before I can second guess them. “I love you.”

A shadow of her signature snark flits across her expression. “That’s what’s wrong?”

---