Page 207 of Legacy
Him.
“I want you,” I whisper before I can stop myself.
The words float out like a secret, like sin.
His eyes flicker like a spark finding oxygen.
My arms wrap around his neck pulling him in, I kiss him.
No warning.
Soft at first. A tremble.
But then he groans into my mouth, and I feel the tremble break into something hungrier, deeper.
I don’t wait.
I straddle his lap.
It’s not careful. It’s not slow.
Because I don’t want slow right now.
I want him.
All of him.
His hands slide to my hips, broad, firm, searing through the denim like his touch is heat and I’m already burning.
I feel it in my spine.
The way his fingers flex against me, holding me like he’s not sure if he ever wants to let go.
His mouth devours mine.
Hot. Hungry.
His tongue sweeps across my lower lip before he deepens the kiss—not like a question, but like a claim.
And I let him.
I want more. I want himnow.I grind down, reckless, desperate, needing the friction, the weight, the heat. His hands clutch at my hips, dragging me harder against him, a growl vibrating low in his chest.
It’s messy, the kiss. Teeth clashing, tongues tangling, breaths stolen between gasps. His fingers dig into my thighs, spreading me wider over him, his hips lifting to meet every roll of mine.
“Fuck,” he mutters against my mouth, his voice shredded, dark, vibrating through me. “I won’t last if you keep doing that.”
A shaky laugh slips out, breathless, wild, and I swallow it with another kiss.
But then he stills, pulling back just enough to look at me. His eyes drag down my body, slow, dark, hungry, jaw tight like he’s at war with himself.
“Stop,” he rasps.
“What—” I pant, hips rolling instinctively against him.
“Stop, Scarlet.” His fingers hook into the waistband of my jeans, tugging. His eyes lock with mine, feral, hungry, his voice a dark promise. “Take these off.”
My breath hitches. “Here?”
