Page 35 of Tangled
She shifted again so that her legs were on either side of him, her nipples brushing against his chest and her core rubbing his length.
“Ah, fuck me, Scarlett,” he said, reaching down to pull one of her thighs up so he could reach her. He hadn’t meant the word literally, but a second later, Scarlett lifted her shirt over her head and thrust her breasts in his face. He’d heard pregnant women could be sensitive, and he wanted to be gentle. But with the temptation in front of him, he feared he wouldn’t do a great job of it.
Scarlett called out as he sucked one nipple into his mouth and held her other breast in his hand, rolling the tip between his fingers. So lost in the sounds she was making, he barely registered her sliding his sweatpants down his thighs.
But when the tip of his cock touched the raw heat of her body, shock—and need—swept through him.
His head fell against the arm of the sofa, but he managed to keep one hand on her breast, toying with her. “Fuck me, Scarlett.” And this time hedidmean it literally.
He closed his eyes as she lowered herself an inch. He wanted to remember this moment, wanted to feeleverything. She leaned forward and kissed him, still hovering over him. He speared his hand into her hair and took her mouth as she rocked against him, his tip sliding in and out of her as she moved. He fought the urge to curl his hips and thrust inside. This was her show, though, and she was clearly enjoying teasing him, taunting him.
But a man could only take so much, and he was reaching his limit. He needed her, needed this connection to her, too much.And he wasn’t too proud to beg. He opened his mouth to plead, but all that came out was a low, long curse as she pressed down, taking in all of him.
His hips bucked, his grip on her breast tightened, and Scarlett moaned. And he’d swear thatnothingin his life was sexier than the sounds she made when he was buried deep inside her.
She lifted up, then pressed down again. He opened his eyes and watched her as he shifted his free hand to her clit. She hadn’t bothered to take her underwear off. She’d just shoved them to the side. And damn if that wasn’t the hottest thing he’d seen in a long time—her body taking in his, so needy that she hadn’t even bothered to undress.
She made a series of indecipherable sounds, huffing his name as she rode him. Unable to stop himself, he released her breast, curled forward, and took it in his mouth again. Then, with one hand still playing with her, he anchored his other on her hip and started thrusting.
Scarlett’s head fell back, and she moaned as she rocked faster and faster against him. Her body twitched around his, and the beginning of his release gathered at the base of his cock. Knowing she was on the precipice, he shifted and gripped her hips with both hands. Pulling her tight against him, so her core rubbed against his body, he rocked back and forth. Her breath came in jerky waves and grew louder and louder as they moved.
Then finally, he felt it, her body squeezing his tip as the tiny ripples of her release started deep inside her. She arched her back and froze as they intensified and spread through her body. By the time her body clenched around his base, he was right there with her. Throwing his head back, his release joined hers with a strength that had her crying out.
Gripping her hips, holding her as close as two people could physically be, they both rode the tidal wave of satisfaction. Whentheir bodies finally subsided into a satiated fatigue, he wrapped his arms around her and lay back down, keeping her body pressed to his.
Scarlett tucked her head against his chest as she caught her breath. He closed his eyes and focused on the feel of her in his arms. How long they stayed there, curled on the couch and tucked under the blanket, he didn’t know. But when her fingers started dancing across his skin, time didn’t matter. He stayed still, enjoying the sensation, enjoying her exploration of his body. Minutes passed, and her touch grew bolder, trailing down his thigh, then back up to cup his ass.
His body stirred. “Scarlett?” he prompted. She moved against him in a subtle, sensual way. “I know you can feel what you’re doing to me, so I can only imagine that’s what you want?” He’d already started rocking his hips against her, a slow slide in and out.
She lifted her head and met his gaze with a seductive smile. “I think we may have discovered the best way to ease my morning sickness.”
It took him a second to catch on. Then he smiled back. “Happy to help, ma’am,” he said. Then, holding her tight, he swung his legs off the couch and rose. “I’m at your command.”
With him still deep inside her, she wrapped her legs around his hips. “We both know that’s not true, but I wouldn’t mind if you took me to bed and we did that”—she nodded to the couch—“all over again.”
He kissed her deeply as he made his way to his room, the movement of his gait bouncing her on top of him. When he reached his bed, he lowered them both, never leaving her body. “Now that is a request I’m more than happy to oblige,” he said. Then proceeded to make good on his word.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
“Gramps, it isn’t a pretty story,” Sabina said. William Warwick sat to Scarlett’s rightwhile Sabina had taken the chair to her left, leaving Ethan across the table from her. She hadn’t quite digested the fact that a former president was less than two feet away. Or the fact that he was grilling his grandson and granddaughter-in-law about what they were doing to solve her problem for her.
Thankfully, she’d recently discovered a very lovely way of easing her tension and nausea. Glancing into the kitchen, where Brad was making more pancakes, her mind went to their time on the couch. Then to their time in his bed this morning. As if sensing her thoughts, he looked up and, catching her eye, grinned and waggled his eyebrows, drawing a laugh from her.
William’s gaze traveled to his grandson, then to her. A soft smile touched his lips before he turned back to Sabina. “Do I really need to lecture you about how you young people don’t have the corner on all the ugly things happening in the world? You do remember I was in the military and was also their commander in chief?”
Sabina made a face. “Yes, but don’t you want to, I don’t know, forget about all that and just hang out with your great-grandkids? You’ve done enough.”
William raised an eyebrow. “Sabina Warwick, did you really say that to me? Willyouever feel you’ve doneenough?”
Sabina looked duly chastened but not happy. “Fine,” she huffed.
William rolled his eyes at her begrudging capitulation, making Scarlett chuckle again. Ethan sat back with a grin and sipped his coffee.
“Do you have any idea who Lupita is?” Sabina asked her.
Scarlett shook her head. “No idea. As I said, Gracie liked to keep me away from her life. Why?”
Sabina tipped her head. “We recovered a lot of texts from her to Gracie. Most of which were very sexually graphic.”
