Page 580 of One More Kiss

You have to be shitting me. I look at Scarlett, and she looks back at me and sighs. “We’ll take it,” she says as she hands the woman her credit card.

“We’ll?” I inquire.

“I owe you. Let’s hope this one has two beds.”

I hope it has one, I think to myself.

“Taking a detour for the night?” I ask as we begin to walk in the direction of the bed-and-breakfast.

“I heard the derailment is going to take a while to clean up, so I figured I’d just stay the night and explore. No sense in waiting at the train station. I should have just flown.”

I chuckle. “I was thinking the same thing when the announcement came on.”

We walk in silence for three blocks until we reach the bed-and-breakfast. It’s only a two-block walk down to the sea. We enter and an old man checks us in and shows us to our suite.

“Enjoy, Mr. and Mrs. Haverford,” he says with a wink before leaving us.

I glance over to find Scarlett biting her lip to keep from laughing as she takes the key and shuts the door.

“Laugh it up, buttercup,” I growl. I’d much rather he’d have said, Mr. and Mrs. Crawley. I frown as I consider that thought for a moment, but I’m interrupted as Scarlett drops her bag and starts laughing.

“What?” I ask as I look at her. She’s gorgeous with her head tipped back and the light shining in, illuminating her dark hair.

She points and I glance toward the bed, the one and only. I smirk.

“I’ll flip you for it,” she says as she pulls out a pence from her pocket. Her eyes meet mine and suddenly I don’t want to see this quaint village. I don’t want to walk to the North Sea. I want Scarlett and I want her right fucking now.

I close the distance between us in three large steps and take her face in my hands, pulling her to me. She lets out a small squeak as my lips crash against hers. I run my tongue over her bottom lip and her mouth opens, allowing me entrance. I slide my tongue over hers. She tastes of mint and coffee. I know the moment she gives in to this feeling between us because her hands come up to my biceps and grip them as she tilts her head, allowing me more access to explore her. She’s curvy and short and perfect. I want to spend this entire day worshipping every inch of her being. I want to remember her and this time we had together forever. I don’t know if I’ll ever again find someone who truly gets me like she does. This might be the one chance I get at being with someone who can connect with me on that level.

She pulls back, breathing hard, and looks up at me. “I…don’t you want…” She trails off as her eyes dart to the window. I can see the lighthouse in the distance, but I look back down at her.

“I just want you, Scarlett. I’ve wanted you since I saw you on that bench, hell, maybe since the castle. If this is my one chance, then I’m not going to give it up.” I tug on her shirt, and she lets me pull it over her head, watching me as if unsure of what I’m doing.

“I…don’t have…” She bites her lip and that wonderful blush of hers turns her cheeks pink.

“I’ve got condoms. I always keep a few with me,” I explain as I remove my shirt.

“Such a Boy Scout,” she murmurs as her eyes rake over my chest. She tentatively reaches out as though unsure of touching me. Her hand hovers over my abdomen. I reach out and press it against my wall of muscles, letting her feel each one as I push it down to the waistband of my jeans.

Her eyes fly up to mine as she feels my erection through the thick material. I watch her throat constrict as she swallows, but she doesn’t say anything. Instead, she unbuttons my jeans and unzips them before pushing them and my underwear down my legs as I kick off my shoes. When my cock springs free and her eyes widen.

I kick off the articles of clothing and quickly remove my socks. Taking her hand, I wrap it around me and groan as she squeezes gently. Fuck, she feels good. Her movements are feather-light at first, but as her confidence grows, the strokes become firmer.

“Yes, baby, just like that,” I encourage as my eyes close. I feel her other hand come up and cup my balls. Damn it, she’s good at this. It’s the perfect motion, the perfect speed. But when I feel her tongue flick the head of my cock, my eyes pop open and I’m suddenly speechless.

Scarlett looks like a work of art. She’s fallen to her knees. Her big eyes stare up at me as she takes me in her mouth. Holy fuck, this woman is hot as hell.

I let her taste me and try to keep from coming like a schoolboy. After a long minute, I decide I want to see all of her. This can wait. I guide her up and lean down to kiss her as I help her out of her pants, underwear, and bra. When she’s divested of her clothing, I step back and study her. She flushes under the scrutiny.

I smile at her as I reach out and cup her cheek. “You’re so damn beautiful, Scarlett.”

My eyes take in each inch of her beauty, committing it to memory. A small souvenir to keep for all of eternity.

She tugs on my hand, and I reach down to grab the packet of condoms from the inner pouch of my backpack. I toss them on the nightstand as she lies down in the center of the bed. I’ve slept with women before, more than I’d like to admit, but I’ve never had a woman like this. I reach out and spread her legs apart, watching again as the rosy color creeps down her neck.

“You have nothing to be embarrassed about, buttercup. You’re absolutely perfect,” I murmur as I crawl onto the bed and settle between her luscious thighs. I run a finger down the seam of her sex, and she quivers beneath my touch. I run my nose over her folds, inhaling her scent before I run my tongue over her clit. I groan as I taste her. She’s my kryptonite. Everything about her was made just for me.

I feel myself lose control as I begin licking and sucking. Her hands fly to my hair, and I smirk against her entrance as my tongue darts in and out of it.

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