Page 29 of Saving Scarlett

Wasting no more time, he leaned forward on the bed, nestling himself between my thighs, my body trembling with anticipation. It had been so long since I’d had a man who wanted to make me feel good, if I ever had. To be honest, I wasn’t sure I’d ever been with a man who put my pleasure first.

“This may be a bad idea,” he said, sending my heart into my stomach, worried he’d changed his mind.

Pulling myself up on my elbows, I looked down at his eyes, trying to decipher if he was joking, but all I found him doing was staring at my center. “Why would you say that?”

He licked his lips again and shook his head, taking a moment to answer. “Because after seeing how stunning you are like this, seeing how wet you are for me and tasting how sweet you are, it’s going to be really fucking difficult to keep my cock in my pants.”

Huffing, I laid back on the bed. “Well… I already said you don’t have to, but I respect your boundaries like you respect mine.”

Although I expected him to respond again—to pass a little more banter my way—he didn’t. Instead, he kissed his way up my thigh, skipping over my pussy and then kissing down the other, teasing me. My hips rolled of their own accord—my pussy trying to get closer to his mouth when he kept moving away.

Just when I was about to beg him again, he leaned in, sliding his tongue all the way up my center from my entrance to my clit. The gasp that left my mouth with that first touch was near animalistic. I’d never felt anything so good, until he did it again.

And again.

And again.

My eyes rolled back into my head, and I could do nothing but tilt my head back and moan as he forced me to feel everything—his tongue dipping into my entrance, his lips against my clit, his breath in my pussy—so that, even when his mouth wasn’t there, I could still feel him.

It was too much—too good. I rolled my hips more, begging for the orgasm that was brewing inside of me. As if he could read my mind, his tongue flicked against my swollen bundle of nerves, fast and hard, as he slid one finger, and then another inside me. With expert precision that I couldn’t think about without getting jealous, he thrusted into me, rubbing against the sensitive spot inside as he worshiped me with his tongue.

It didn’t take long for him to push me over that edge. Before I knew what hit me, I screamed, my nails digging into his skin as my orgasm made my entire body feel like it was on fire. Thighs shaking, I rode out the waves of pleasure, holding him in place as he continued playing my body like a fiddle. He didn’t stop until every tremor settled, and I was limp against the sheets, sweating and sated.

I could feel his smirk on my pussy as he licked at the mess he’d made, and I was still gasping for breath when he pulled his fingers out of me and licked them clean. Their absence left me almost empty inside, like I needed more of him—all of him—but I knew it wouldn’t happen, at least not yet. Although I wanted him more than anything, I was just relieved he was no longer rejecting me.

When my eyes flicked up to his, my cheeks still warm from my climax, his own were almost black with desire, his pupils blown wide and his body tense. “I could spend the rest of my life between your thighs,” he rasped, pressing a kiss to my lips. “But we really should not go any further tonight. We need to take our time.”

I knew it was the right thing to do, but I was having a harder and harder time caring what was right, especially when what was wrong felt so damn good.

Once Bane and I climbed out of bed, I took a shower while he watched the video. Although I’d told him I wanted to watch it also, I agreed to let him watch it first to make sure it was something I wanted to see. I didn’t like the idea of being in the dark, but there wasn’t much I could do with the information from the video anyway. At that moment, I was a passenger in my own life. Phantom and Bane were taking care of everything for me when it came to Joshua, and to my alleged disappearance, but I didn’t mind. Out of everyone in my life, I trusted Bane the most.

When I finished showering, I returned to the living room. Already sitting on the sofa in front of his laptop, Bane’s face was so lined in deep contemplation he didn’t notice me walk in.

“Hey. How was the broadcast?”

Jolting at my voice, he twisted to look at me as I crossed the room, a smile tugging up the side of his lips. “How was your shower?”

When I passed beside him, he reached out, pulling me onto his lap and leaning in to kiss me on the cheek. “Let’s put it this way, after the people of New Orleans see that, there will be many who’ll be out for revenge against Joshua, and there will be very few who’ll believe anything he says ever again.”

Chapter 27

The Savior

Iwas in real trouble and I knew it, but I’d done it to myself. Never before had I been unable to control my desire for a woman. Before we returned inside the cabin, I had made my decision about me and Scarlett clear, but the moment she’d touched my face and told me to let her choose for herself—the moment she told me that I was what she wanted—I’d melted into her as though I had never said I wouldn’t. I’d completely given in to the undeniable chemistry between us. There was no way either of us could predict how it would play out between us, but we both knew there was something there, so I’d agreed to give it a chance. From deciding against moving forward altogether, my face had ended up right between her thighs, the sweet taste of her still on my tongue. It had taken everything in me not to take things all the way, and all I hoped in the afterglow of making her come on my tongue was that I wouldn’t hurt her.

With Scarlett curled up beside me on the sofa, several things swam through my mind—things that didn’t revolve around burying myself in her pussy. The first was her father. I still hadn’t told her that her father was involved in organized crime, and I didn’t know how she would respond once I did. I didn’t know if she would be furious with me for keeping it a secret from her. I hadn’t known for a long time, but I should have told her as soon as I’d found out. The other issue plaguing me, as I rubbed my thumb across the palm of her hand, was the video and the fall out it would cause.

Swallowing back my hesitation, I leaned forward and turned my laptop back on. I had already watched the video while she was in the shower, and I wasn’t looking forward to her seeing it. “So, should we get this over with and just watch it?”

Scarlett shrugged but still twisted to face the screen. “May as well. Then maybe we can enjoy the rest of our night.”

Turning her gaze up to meet mine, her cheeks flushed, the sight stiffening my cock when I’d only jerked off fifteen minutes before. The minute she’d jumped into the shower, I’d had no choice but to hide in my bedroom and beat my meat like a horny teenager. It was pathetic but was the only thing that could possibly keep me from rutting her like an animal.

“I meant, watch a movie or play a game,” she said, ramming her shoulder into mine, her cheeks burning redder. “You need to get your mind out of the gutter.”

Chuckling, I clicked through the commands on the video player. She was a dirty little minx, and we both knew it. I was certainly not complaining. “You’ll need to get yours out of the gutter first, because you’re the naughty little girl who keeps pulling me in there.”

With my finger on the play button, I leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. “Please let me know if you want me to turn it off and I will, okay? There’s no shame in you not watching it.”

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