Page 70 of Scarlett and the Big Bad Billionaire
Scarlett
Why did this man have to be the absolute most compelling person in the world?
Being alone with him made it feel like nothing else existed, like the three years apart had simply been a blip and thatthiswas what real life was about.
In a matter of days, it seemed like Gray had become the center of my universe. I couldn’t have stopped myself from touching him if I tried.
Reaching for him, I slid my hand behind his neck and pulled him over me. He came easily, rolling on top of me and fitting his mouth to mine.
And wewerea perfect fit—so much better than Bryce and I had ever been. Even the way Gray’s body weight was distributed over me was perfect, everything aligned just as it was meant to be, hardness against softness, two opposites and yet somehow two halves of a whole.
The scent of his skin was galvanizing, and the feel of his silky hair and tough muscled neck made my fingers ache to touch more of him. I snatched at the buttons of his shirt, slipping my hands inside to the hot skin of his chest and shoulders and back.
Gray’s groan was muffled by my mouth as I instinctively spread my legs to make a cradle for him.
Gliding my hands down to his ribcage and flanks, I pulled him harder against me and lifted my pelvis to rub against the enticing ridge of his erection.
A shudder went through his body, and he broke contact with my mouth to move his lips to my neck. “You feel fucking amazing, Scarlett,” he whispered.
The velvety softness of his tongue contrasted with the scrape of his bristle against my sensitive skin, and I moaned with arousal and excitement.
“So do you. Better than ever. Better than anything.”
After three long years of subsisting on nothing but memories of the passion we’d shared, I would get to have him again in real life.
The anticipation made me nearly frantic with need. I jerked at the waistband of his pants, suddenly frustrated at their existence.
Unable to manage the button with only one hand, I made an impatient noise, and Gray laughed.
But when I gripped the shape of his erection over his pants instead, the amusement converted to raw desire. His pleasured groan filled my ear.
“I’ll get it,” he panted. “Hold on.”
Rising to his knees, he quickly unfastened and removed his pants then stripped off his shirt and underwear.
Suddenly I wished for full daylight. The outline of Gray’s body in the moon’s glow was a tease. I reached for his taut length, wrapping my hand around him and drawing him back to me.
He felt big and hot and so hard. I loved that he was this hard for me.
“Slow down,” he urged with a smile that gleamed in the dark above me. “We’ve got time. No one’s going to interrupt like last time.”
Last time.
His reference to our brief interlude beneath the staircase last night lit flames all over my body, particularly between my legs, where I still felt the heavenly sensation of his tongue touching and teasing my most sensitive parts.
I didnotwant to slow down. I wanted more of that feeling. More ofhim.
“I want you,” I whispered. “I want to feel you inside me again.”
There was a rumble in Gray’s chest, a low, masculine groan that sent sparks to my lower abdomen.
“I want you, too.” His voice was husky and deadly serious. “I never stopped thinking about you. I dreamed about you, too… all the time. Dreamed about this.”
After giving me a slow, soft kiss, he began undressing me.
Leaving my sweater on, he opened the sides of it and worked at the row of buttons running down the front of my shirt. When he had that open, he released the center clasp of my bra and carefully peeled the two halves of it to the sides as well.
Then he sat back and admired his work.
