Page 31 of Stalker's Valentine

It was crazy fast, but it didn’t make it any less true.

His forehead touched mine, and that big, thick part of him rubbed perfectly against me. His breath fanned over my lips, and every molecule of my body felt like it sparked to life. I was finally going to be kissed. I knew it.

“Scarlett,” he rasped, and I felt my lips tilt up.

“I love you, Merritt.” I didn’t know if it was the adrenaline or the moment or the week of anticipation, but his name came out a little louder. “I love you so much. Forever.”

“Fuck,” he cursed a moment before his lips came down on mine and I got the most perfect first kiss.

The first of many, I’d soon find out.

merritt

. . .

I should have takenit slow.

Scarlett deserved soft and sweet, with nothing but the finest satin sheets covered in beautiful rose petals while romantic music played. But as I pressed her body against the wall, her fingers gripping the back of my head, tugging at my hair, I lost my fucking handle on shit.

“Scar,” I groaned against her lips before deepening the kiss.

If I had doubts about her inexperience before, kissing her confirmed it. Not that I minded. My girl was not only a fast learner but made for me. Her lips parted for me, making room for my tongue. The taste of her bloomed, and I rolled my hips against her. She purred and moaned, each sound a song that fed my soul.

“Merri, please.”

“What, baby?” I panted against her mouth, peppering kisses down her chin to the line of her neck.

“I need more,” she breathed, pressing her head against the wall and tilting it slightly to give me more room.

“Jesus, I knew you would taste good, but fucking hell, cutie pie, how the hell do you taste like this?”

“Like what?” Her breathing came out in soft little pants.

“Like vanilla and berries swirled with all my beauty of what I didn’t dare dream my life could be.” I groaned. I had no idea where all the poetic words were coming from, but it was like I couldn’t stop them. Shit I didn’t even know if I was making sense. My mouth couldn’t get enough of her neck.

“Oh,” she moaned. “I like that. I just–– wow.” She panted, and I kept kissing her neck. Sucking and nipping at her sensitive flesh. Letting my tongue swirl around to find the spot that made her fingers tug on my hair.

“Baby, fuck. I should slow down.” I was trying to be a good man, but the road to hell was paved with good intentions.

“No,” she pouted. “No slowing down. Please, show me…”

“What else.”

“I just… I didn’t know it cold feel this way.” A guttural need rushed through me.

“Cutie, you telling me you haven’t done this?” I needed to know. Her response would change how I’d take her.

“Does it matter?”

“No.” I shook my head, trying to catch my breath. I lifted her up and loved the way her eyes flashed when my dick pressed much closer against the sweetness she held between her legs.

“It won’t change a fucking thing, but I need to make sure I’m careful with you if you haven’t,” I laid out, and my sweetness fucking undid me. Her hands slid from my hair and held both sides of my face. Her eyes locked with mine, those beautiful dark bedroom eyes reflecting everything she felt, matching everything I felt for her.

“You would be careful with me either way,” she said calmly, her tone steady and undeniably confident. She really believed that. Believed I had that in me. It quieted the beast inside my head.

Jesus Christ, the trust this woman, my woman, had in me was fucking humbling. “You know I would,” I confirmed.

I had no idea what the hell I had ever done to deserve such a woman, and I knew I’d fucked up trying to keep eyes on her the way I had. Almost getting caught tonight should have had me feeling something. A little remorse or regret. But like the asshole I was, it didn’t.

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