Page 76 of Blocked Score

My lips crush to Scarlett’s, diving into the kiss with utter abandon.

I wrap my hand around the back of her neck, pulling her face closer, slanting my lips against hers like I’m a starving man who’s just stumbled onto a buffet.

So fucking long. I’ve wanted this for so fucking long. Wanted it like I’d want breath if I were chained to the bottom of the damn pool next to us. Wanting it like I’d want a glass of water if I were stranded in the middle of a desert.

Her hands dip under my arms to wrap around my waist and back. She tugs herself close, molding her body to mine. The rush of feeling her flush against me only encourages me to stroke my lips against hers more desperately.

Our noses scrunch together, our brows brush together, as we practically devour each other. My lips are already puffy and swollen as they drink in the sweet draft of moans and whimpers that pour from Scarlett’s throat.

My hands plant on her ribs, slowly raking down her waist to settle on the soft curve of her hips.

I press the pads of my fingers into her softness and slow the pace of my lips.

After the first frenzied rush, I ease off the gas.

I sink into the moment, kissing Scarlett at a more mellow tempo, not wanting to rush past all the tastes and smells and sensations I’m floating in, but wanting to savor and memorize them.

The softness of her lips as I sweep my tongue across the crease of her mouth. The gentle vibration of her moans against me. The heft of her firm breasts pressed against my chest. The sensation of her fingertips feathering over my muscles as her hands trace my back. Her taste dancing on my tongue as it explores her mouth.

Memories burst in my mind as I focus on each sense.

When her tongue presses past my lips, I remember our first kiss on that sagging couch in the house I stayed in.

When I slide my hand around her hip and palm her ass, she moans, and I remember the sounds she’d make in my ear as I sunk into her.

When I reach my hand up to feather through her hair, the wet strands remind me of that day we got drenched in a Chicago downpour.

“Every fucking day Scarlett,” I rasp, still kissing her. “I’ve been thinking about doing this to you every single day. You have no idea how much I’ve wanted you.”

“Not as much as I’ve wanted you,” she breathes, angling her lips against mine.

“Let’s play a game,” I say with a cocky husk in my voice. “Whoever makes the other come first gets to be right about that.”

She pulls my bottom lip between her teeth, applying sharp pressure that has a jolt of electricity firing through my blood, ratcheting up my arousal all the more.

“You think you can hold out longer than me?” she teases, her eyes darkening with defiance as they lock with mine.

I walk her backward until she’s pressed against the nearest wall, then grab her leg and lift it so it hooks around my waist. I swivel my hips, grinding the outline of my cock against her center. Her shudder rattles against me, the defiance melting from her eyes as they roll upward.

“More,” she pleads.

“Fuck.” The curse is pure gravel in my throat. I grind against her, pressing into the softness between her legs. I was cocky a second ago, but if I keep dry humping her like this, I’m going to come in my boxers and make a fool of myself.

She feels way too fucking good, and already my nerves are on fire, my cock stiff and pulsing, and every slant of friction swells my groin with pleasure.

My cock is painfully hard, throbbing with need to feel Scarlett’s wet cunt clench and ripple around it. But …

“Shit,” I curse, pressing my forehead to Scarlett’s. My teeth grind in frustration.

“What?” she asks. “What’s wrong?”

“I don’t have a fucking condom.”

She nips at the outline of my jaw. “It’s okay. I’m on birth control, and I’m clean.”

Fuck me. Fire spirals through my chest. I wouldn’t have thought it possible, but I get even harder in my underwear.

“I’m clean, too,” I say.

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