Page 582 of One More Kiss

Chapter9

Scarlett

Holy fucking shit!Rexton Crawley is a golden god of sex. He barely tossed the first condom away before he announced that I was his lunch, and he took up residence between my legs. After two more orgasms, I’m not sure what my name is or where I am.

His wet lips trail kisses around my belly button as he slowly makes his way up my body. His tongue darts in circles around my right nipple and then my left, while his two fingers continue to slowly push and pull in and out of me.

I’m too far gone to open my eyes, but I hear the telltale sound of the condom wrapper. I feel his fingers leave me and then feel the head of his cock as he sinks into me.

We both groan as he slowly pulls all the way out and pushes back inside. My eyes open and I find him watching me intently.

“Do you have any idea how fucking sexy you are?” he asks.

I blush and a lazy grin spreads across his face as he swivels his hips. I let out a long breath and wrap my legs around his waist.

“What are we doing?” I ask as I thrust my hips to meet him.

He braces his arms on either side of me and leans down until we’re nose to nose. “We’re enjoying each other, buttercup.”

“This is crazy,” I point out as my eyes roll back in my head when he slides in deep.

His chuckles. “This is crazy good,” he replies as he presses his lips to mine.

“Fuck it,” I murmur, giving in to him and his kiss. This man is consuming me, mind, body, and spirit. I keep my eyes closed, focusing entirely on the feel of our bodies touching, the slow push and pull of his cock inside me, the gentle slide of his tongue along mine, the way his pelvis rubs against mine with each thrust.

I can feel myself chasing another release. My body tenses and trembles as he moves faster.

“Hold on, not yet, baby,” he demands. I can feel the telltale signs as his cock begins to twitch inside me.

“Now,” he commands as he slams in deep once more and the feel of him coming pushes me over the edge.

I lean my head back in a silent cry as I chase ecstasy.

When I come to, I realize the only sound is our mingled breaths. He’s perfection, absolute perfection. A sudden sadness comes over me as I open my eyes and find him watching me intently. We only have tonight. Why do I feel like I want more than one night, I want a whole lifetime with this man? No, it’s silly. I’m just feeling vulnerable considering the reason I’m here. Rexton is a good distraction, that’s all.

“What’s that look for?” he asks with a look of concern.

I quickly put the mask on, the one I’ve practiced over the years and perfected, the one I use to protect myself.

“Just tired. It’s been a…well, an interesting few days,” I say because it’s true.

He frowns. “Why do I feel like there’s more to that?”

Damn, how does he see me like that? It’s unnerving.

I purse my lips and spend a moment studying him. For some strange reason, I want to tell him the truth about how I feel, yet it seems silly, so I decide against it.

“No more than that.” I glance toward the bathroom. “Fancy a shower?”

He gives me a look that says he knows that I’m not telling him something, but then I see my mask mirrored on his face and he nods. Does he do it too? How is this man so different from me, yet the same? The connection we have is so intense that it’s almost unnatural.

He slowly pulls out of me and disposes of the condom before holding out a hand. I take it and he leads me into the bathroom. It’s small, but as we look around, we realize that there’s no shower, just a bathtub.

“What the fuck?” he mutters.

I giggle. “They aren’t as big on showers here as we are.”

He rolls his eyes. “I find that hard to believe.”

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