Page 21 of Scattered Glitter

She responds eagerly, her hands coming up to hold my wrist, her lips soft against mine, parting as she kisses me back. I deepen the kiss, my free hand sliding down to her waist, pulling her closer, feeling the heat of her body against mine, smelling her candy scent.

Sweetest fucking treat ever.

When we finally break apart for air, she looks up at me, breathless, her cheeks flushed and her eyes sparkling. “You’re fucking crazy, you know that?”

“Fuck that job if it keeps me from you,” I murmur against her lips. Without another word, I scoop her up, and her thighs instinctively wrap around my waist. Her arms loop around my neck, holding on tight as I carry her back inside, and she guides me to her room.

I lay her down on the bed, moving to straddle her thighs, my hands planted on either side of her head as I hover over her. Her hair fans out on the pillow like a halo, her green eyes dark with anticipation, and I feel my desire surge in response.

She reaches up, pushing my hair out of my eyes, a smile playing on her lips. “You think this will be worth it? I don’t date,” she whispers teasingly, but there’s an edge of sincerity.

“She asks if she’s worth it…” I snicker, leaning down to kiss her again, this time slower, savoring the taste of her lips and the way her body arches up to meet mine.

Nothing was ever worth more.

My hands move to her hips, fingers digging in, anchoring her to me as the kiss deepens.

Her hands slide up my back, nails grazing my skin through my shirt as I press closer, feeling her heartbeat against mine. There’s no more pretending, no more playing it cool.

She breaks the kiss and pulls off her cami, and I groan at the sight of her tits, perfectly perky and inviting. I have to lean back to get a better view, take her in, and appreciate her the way she deserves.

“You have no fucking idea how many times I fantasized about scattering your glitter all over my bedsheets,” I confess with a grin, making her laugh. “But your bed will do too.”

I cup her cheek, my thumb brushing over her lips, feeling the softness of her skin beneath my touch. This feelslike a fucking dream. I start to trail kisses down her throat, my lips grazing her warm skin as I move lower. Her head tilts back, giving me even more access, and I take full advantage, pressing a line of open-mouthed kisses along her pulse point. Her heartbeat quickens beneath my lips, each beat coming faster as I continue my descent.

Pausing at her collarbone, I press a kiss to the delicate skin I cleaned earlier, feeling her shiver beneath me. Her fingers are in my hair now, her breaths coming in shallow, hitching gasps. I continue down, taking my time, and when I reach her breasts, I take one in my hand, marveling at how perfectly it fits in my palm.

I look up at her, and our eyes lock as I gently bite down on her already-peaked nipple. Her sharp gasp fills the room, a sweet sound that goes straight to my cock, making it throb, and I have to force myself not to rut against her thigh, but this might be the only time I’ll get to touch her.

Nothing could make me rush this.

My lips and tongue trail down her body, tasting every inch of her skin. My face is probably covered in glitter by now, but I don’t give a fuck. The feel of her beneath me, her warmth, her scent—it’s intoxicating. When I reach the hem of her skirt, I hook my fingers under the waistband and slowly pull it down, sliding her panties along with it, revealing more of her skin, inch by inch.

A small tattoo catches my eye as I peel the fabric down over her hipbone. It’s a delicate red heart with anAabove it, tucked just beneath the curve of her hip.

Ace of hearts.

Is my girl a little gambler?

Or does the tattoo stand for Vegas?

Curious, I glance up at her face, but she has her eyes closed, her head tilted back in bliss. Her hands continue to massage my scalp, fingers tugging as if guiding me lower, urgingme on. She bucks up her hips toward me, a silent command to keep going.

“Yes, ma’am,” I murmur with a chuckle, pressing a soft kiss to the tattoo.

The moment my lips touch it, I feel her whole body stiffen, her muscles locking up as if she’s bracing for impact. I lift my head again, sensing the change in her.

“Sparkle—” I start, but the look in her eyes when they snap open and meet mine stops me cold. Her breath hitches as if I’ve pressed on a bruise she forgot she had, and panic flashes across her face before she locks it down behind a mask of steel.

Her hands leave my hair, moving to her side as she pushes herself away from me and covers her breasts with one arm.

Fuck, what did I do?

I grab her cami from beside me and hold it out for her, but she doesn’t take it. “Wha—”

“Get out.” Her voice is calm, almost eerily so.

“Wait, what did I do?” I ask, confused, my heart pounding as I search her face for answers. I reach out for her, but she flinches back, her face hardening even more.

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