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HUNTER
Chills racedacross my skin with Scarlett’s words, and it took me a moment to catch up to what was happening. But once I realized what she was saying she wanted to do with me this evening, I didn’t hesitate to wrap my arms around her waist and pull her closer.
While part of me knew I should be worried about why she’d been acting differently all week, it was hard to concentrate on any of that because having her in my arms as she trailed hot kisses from my mouth and all along my jawline just felt so good.
So incredibly good.
And even though she’d kissed me before, this kiss seemed different from our other kisses in a way.
More urgent.
Almost like we were in a race against time, and she thought this might be our last kiss.
But that was a crazy thought, wasn’t it? Because we were just at the beginning of our relationship and not the end. Even if something did go wrong with whatever she couldn’t talk to me about, I knew we could fix it.
Because that was what you did when you loved each other the way we did. You fought for each other and made things work.
“Mind if we lie down on the bed?” Scarlett asked, pulling her lips from mine for a second and dragging in a shallow breath. “Just this once.”
She wants to kiss me on her bed?A thrill of excitement passed through me at the thought.
“You want to lie down together?” I asked, not sure I’d actually heard her right.
“Yes,” she said. “Just to kiss…” She sighed again like she was having a really hard time catching her breath. “I just want to kiss you on my bed at least once.”
If I’d been in a clearer headspace, I probably would have noticed the way she’d made it sound like this might be the only chance for us to kiss on a bed. But since my brain cells only wanted to think about covering her body with mine and kissing her until her lips were swollen and we were gasping for air, I didn’t register everything that might be going on.
So when I nodded, letting her know it was more than fine with me, she sat down and scooted herself back on her bed until her head rested on her quilt, her auburn hair splaying out like a crown above her head.
For a split second, I thought about doing exactly what I wanted—to put all my weight on her and see just how close we could get. But I didn’t want to risk scaring her away with how much I wanted her right now, so I settled next to her instead.
She tangled her fingers in my hair to pull me closer. And when her lips captured mine in a long exchange, my veins throbbed, my heart threatening to explode because she felt and tasted and smelled so unbelievably good. And when she arched into me, pressing her chest and hips somehow closer, I was instantly drunk on her.
Not that I’d ever actually been drunk. But it seemed like it would probably feel like this.
All warm and fuzzy and happy.
Addicting.
Yes, I could definitely see myself getting addicted to this feeling and always looking forward to my next Scarlett fix.
“How does this feel so good every time?” I asked, pulling away for a second to take in a gasp of air.
“I don’t know,” she said, just as breathlessly. “But I like it.”
“I like it, too.”
I nuzzled my face into her neck and inhaled her shampoo and the extra scent that was justher. It was the most delicious scent I could ever imagine, and I wanted to breathe her, lick her, drink her in.
I wanted to do everything there was to do with Scarlett.
Someday, at least.
We weresoclose right now.
Her hands brushed down my sides, and when she slipped them under my T-shirt, my stomach muscles quivered. I couldn’t remember if she’d ever touched me like this before—her hands directly on my abdomen—but I liked it. I loved the feeling of her warm hands on my skin. It was electric and brought all my nerve endings to life.
