Page 4 of Worth the Scandal
Confirmation, he feels it too. This electricity. Thisheat.
I think we might’ve stripped right there in the elevator if it hadn’t snapped us out of our fantasy with a pointed little ding. I push back; the tiny ounce of sanity I was holding onto allows me to speak.
“This is my floor,” I say, breathless, biting my bottom lip as I tip my head toward the open elevator door.
“After you, darling,” he murmurs, tapping my ass playfully as I strut out. He’s cool, and calm like what we’ve just experienced doesn’t faze him.
I lose several brain cells right then and there.
My logic is on vacation.
And I don’t even care.
All I want tonight is to feel. No thinking. No worrying. No grieving. Just me and Mr. Mysterious and whatever kindof magic he’s casting with those damn hands of his and, that tongue.God that tongue.
I fumble with my keys at the door, so hot and flustered my palms are sweaty with anxiety and I drop them. I bend down quickly to retrieve them off the hallway carpet, and when I stand up, he’s there—right in front of me—a few inches closer than he was before. And now I can really see just how happy he is to be here, if you catch my drift. Now that my logic has left the building, my next move is pure sexual lust.
I reach for the bulge beneath his tight chino pants, teasing over the little fabric that remains loose there. His arm braces behind me on the door as he leans in close and whispers, “If you keep doing that, darling, we’ll end up getting to know each other right here in the hallway—and I don’t think your neighbours would appreciate the sounds you’ll be making.” His gaze falls to my mouth and his tongue thrusts out moisturising his bottom lip once more.
Jesus.
He plucks the keys effortlessly from my hand and unlocks the door in one smooth motion, eyes on me throughout every step. Then, like it’s the most natural thing in the world, he sweeps me up without so much as a grunt, into those giant muscly arms.If I wasn’t so out of it right now, I might punch myself because this must be a dream, right?My legs wrap around his waist, and our mouths collide once more—starving, eager and completely consumed. The wetness pooling in between my thighs deepens in anticipation.
“Bedroom?” he pants.
I gesture to the corner of my tiny studio. “Through there.”
He plants strong, slick kisses on my full lips as he strides—making my apartment feel much smaller than it is—his eyes scanning the space before pausing to take it in.
I freeze.Shit.A brain cell floats back in.
If I knew I was breaking rule numberfourtonight, I might’ve actually tidied up. But since the funeral… since Mum… since everything—I just haven’t had it in me.
“Sorry,” I mumble, glancing around at the mess of my studio that accurately matches the mess of my life right now—go figure. “I’ve been busy. With work. Life. Everything.” I pay a tonne of rent here, but it’s just always felt so me living so close to the beach and being able to hear the waves hitting the shore like a lullaby each night as I drift off to sleep. It’s calm, soothing, even if the apartment right now is just a visual representation of every corner of my mind. I really haven’t spent much time here over the last few weeks either, so I’m blaming Jen for this mess. If she wasn’t on a grief hiatus then maybe it would be a little cleaner in here—a total lie to myself because it’s almost never clean.
He silences me with a fingertip pressed to my lips. I can’t help but imagine how that finger might feel pressed against somewhere else
“Baby, it’s fine. You could live in a cardboard box, and I’d still think you’re the most beautiful, hilarious stranger I’ve ever met. The view makes up for it.” He points through the glass windows to the balcony that overlooks Bondi beach. “Not that view though, this view” and he kisses my lips ever so slowly and sensually.
Umm… okay. Smooth. A little cringey but he’s doing his best.
He pulls away again looking deep into my eyes.
“Looks like you just need to slow down. Let someone care for you for once.” Slowly his hands run down my arms and along my waist as he accentuates each word.
And those words do something to me. The kind of thing I don’t want to admit. His gaze is tender, not lustful. Curious. Soft. And for a moment—just a heartbeat—this feels like it could be more than a one-night stand.
Softly he brushes a strand of hair behind my ear, then gently lays me down. I know what’s about to happen next will be anything but tender.
The hunger from earlier shifts into something deeper. Something aching and reverent. Like he sees me—not just the skin, the lingerie, the mess of grief and chaos—butme. Scarlett Rose Walker.
It doesn’t shock me at all—strangers have a funny way of seeing you more clearly than the people who are supposed to know you best, a lesson I’ve learnt firsthand as of late.
He slips the thin strap of my dress from my shoulder, and then the other follows suit. The silky black fabric pools around my waist. His hands roam over my breasts, paying them equal attention until my nipples are hard and aching. He unclasps my bra and tosses it aside before taking each peak into his mouth, teasing with his tongue, grazing gently with his teeth. I am wild,wet,and wild.
I arch beneath him, fingers threading through his dark rustled hair. He trails his mouth lower, over my stomach, around my navel, and down. He pauses at the edge of my g string, sliding a finger underneath to feel just how ready I am for him. My body reacts like it knows him, like we’ve done this a thousand times.Tequila is definitely helping with that aspect.
He strips us both down, bare, and naked. Slowly brushing his lips against my core, his tongue darts out licking and lapping over my centre. The feeling sends a pulse of pleasure up my spine that opens my legs for him wider. He follows my lead, kissing, sucking, and teasing over my sex. The pressure builds and I can feel myself letting go, the ecstasy flowing straight down to my core right as he stops and positions himself at the opening of my sex. I hear a wrapper open and watch as he guides a condom over his thick dick. My cheeks heat at the thought of the size of it—and how it will be fitting in me. My thoughtsevaporate the moment he aligns our bodies and guides it inslowlywatching my reaction and drinking me in.
