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“So what now?” Her gray eyes turn on me.
“I don’t know. You don’t do one-night stands. I don’t do relationships. We’re a bit fucked, honestly.”
“I think you were probably just supposed to go home after you dropped me off the other night, and this was just supposed to be a weird friendly-banter-tension thing between us. It was working pretty well. Now we’ve fucked it up.”
“Yeah, but then you wear those fuck-me thigh highs with the seam up the back and the little vintage style dresses that make me want to hear you beg for me. You have this mouth on you, so fucking smart and such a good girl. And fuck… I’m just a fucking mortal, Scarlett.”
“Yeah well… the sex was really good. Not that your ego needs to hear that. I thought you probably just did the bare minimum. But you actually live up to the hype.”
“I think that might be the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.”
“Don’t start.” She gives me a warning look, and I grin. “It’s just… the sex the other day and talking to the girls about their sex lives. I realize I’ve been missing out, you know? And I just thought… the way you were talking that maybe we might at least… I don’t know. We could try some things while we fuck this out or whatever we’re doing.”
“We could maybe do that.” I can’t help the smile, but it doesn’t do me any favors.
“Don’t be smug. It’s ruining the gentleman thing you’ve had going for you,” she teases.
“Isn’t that the reason you like fucking me so much?”
“Maybe.” Her eyes lift to mine, and I catch the hint of a smile.
“In that case, I think we need to head upstairs, to try a few things.” I lean over and drop a kiss just beneath her earlobe, running my hand up her side, and she melts into the touch.
“Agreed,” she whispers, her hands traveling up my chest.
“Anything special in mind?”
“Could start here. Somewhere we could get caught.” Her voice is soft when she suggests it, and it stirs something in me that I can bring this out in her. That she’s like this for me.
I slip my hand under her shirt, running my palm over her bare skin and up under her bra while I kiss my way down her neck. She arches into my touch, little sounds of appreciation as she lets me have what I want.
“Yeah, we can do that. Give you a taste of it before I take you upstairs and fuck the jealousy out of you.”
She runs her fingers over my lats. “That sounds like a plan.”
“Good. Then take the panties off for me.”
She uses me to balance as she slides them off past her heels and then playfully tucks them into my pocket. She looks up at me expectantly after, and I pin her against the wall, kissing her throat and sliding my hand up the inside of her thighs until I hear her breathing go heavy with anticipation. I love the sound of her like this, knowing how much she wants me, that I’m the only one she’s thinking about in this moment.
I test her gently with my fingertips and listen to her breath catch in her throat before I push two fingers inside her and she relaxes into me, letting me take her where I want. Her breathing picks up as I massage her clit with my thumb. She leans her head back against the cinderblocks just as a door opens higher in the building.
Her eyes flicker open, and she looks to me, a hint of anxiety behind them.
“You’re good. Focus on how you feel.”
Her lashes lift, and she looks up the stairwell as we hear footsteps descending on them. Her brow furrows as she tries to concentrate, nearly closing her eyes again. But the footsteps keep coming, hitting landing after landing and her eyes return to mine. Something like panic in them. I pick up my pace, sliding in and out of her faster and circling her clit, forcing her attention back to where I have control over her body. She whimpers and then slaps a hand over her mouth. Her eyes going to the steps.
“Focus, Scarlett,” I remind her.
“I can’t. They’re coming,” she whispers.
“You’re coming first if you focus.” I raise my brow at her and half a smile flickers over her face.
But she’s still distracted as the sound of the steps comes closer. They’re only a few levels above us now, and her lashes flutter back and forth between the door and the stairs. She panics then, pushing me back and taking a step away as they get too close for her comfort.
I choke back my own groan of disappointment at losing her when I was so close to having her come for me. Reminding myself that she’s new at this and we have to take our time. I don’t want to ruin her eagerness this early in the game.
She moves toward the door just as a door latch opens two floors above and our potential intruder exits through it. It slams shut behind them, echoing down the staircase to where we stand. I look at her amused as her expression morphs from panic to disappointment.
