Page 12 of Scarlet Secrets

“Just a work dress.”

He comes in close, his mouth touching my ear, his breath warm, and my toes curl with the way it sends delight through me. “Promise me something,Lyubimaya. Never wear something like this again. You’re beautiful. And you do shine, despite this. Shine brighter. You should dazzle rooms. Fuck me, I noticed you when I was knee-deep in bullshit work at the bar. Imagine if you’re at full potential, Erin… Actually… I think I like you naked more.”

My breath catches. I’m so turned on I could burn the room down. And I want this man to rock my world hard. I can barely think, the thoughts melting and dripping through me, turning to want.

With him, I don’t need to worry about cheating. I never thought I had to with Toby either. Although, now, as I look back, I can see the signs. But this man? It’s one night. Him and me and pleasure.

And I’m taking it.

For once in my life, I’m taking what I want.

Maybe I’ve healed enough. The idea shocks me a little. Maybe all the damage done and all the work I’ve applied to me has me here, in a stranger’s hotel suite, saying yes to getting fucked hard.

“You don’t even know me,” I whisper.

He takes my face, caressing under my jaw as he maneuversme back across the room until I hit something. The window. My whole being is on fire. “I know enough, and believe me when I say that I can have anyone I want. And right now, that’s you.”

“You think you can have me?”

“I know so. But more than that…” He lifts my chin so my mouth is close to his. “When I say I want you, I fucking want you more than anything in this moment.”

The bottom falls from my stomach, and I’m not sure I’m anchored to the earth anymore.

When he says those words, I believe him. There’s no need for sweet-talk. He laid out what he wanted, and I said yes. Not that the words are sweet. They’re visceral. Real.

For me.

I don’t think, I just pull him in and kiss him again, stretching up to put my mouth to his and his hand drops to my neck. He presses me in against the glass, taking his fill, kissing me deep. It’s an invasion, full of gunpowder, sweetness and something irresistibly moreish.

The kiss is full of dark promises of the kind of sex I don’t think I dream about, but I might just start now. Filthy, dirty sex, the kind that fuels a solar system. Our tongues dance and duel and the kiss turns feral. I want that wildness. I crave it.

But he breaks the kiss, and I’d have crumpled if he wasn’t holding me. He turns me and his fingers are deft as they stroke down my back, undoing the zipper. The dress slides off my shoulders, and he steps away, letting it fall to the floor, my bra with it.

He turns me back to him, and his mouth is slightly turned, but not in a smile, and that look is proprietary, a spark to a fuse in me. I want that. In this moment, I want to be his. To be owned. To belong.

“Now, that’s a sight. You have gorgeous tits, Erin.”

To prove it, he ducks down, drawing one nipple into hismouth, his tongue and teeth playing over it, then he sucks and pulls with his teeth and it’s a live wire straight to my clit. I groan. He transfers his attention to the other one, and I’m wet, moisture soaks my panties and dampening my thighs. My pussy is a mass of tingling need.

Like he can read me, his hands skim low, between my legs.

“Wet for me,” he says, lifting his head, biting my bottom lip. “I’m going to need you spread out.”

He doesn’t wait, just sinks to his knees, and using his teeth, he pulls my panties down. The sexy stranger pulls them off and tosses them. Before I can do a thing, he’s there, between my legs, his tongue lapping at my thighs. I jump, moaning. My insides contract as a tiny bolt of pure pleasure shoots through me.

“Oh my God.”

He looks up. “I haven’t even started yet, darling, myLyubimaya.”

And then he’s back at it, fingers parting my lips, sliding over my slickness, his tongue moving in, hot, soft, slightly rough. He licks me from my opening to my clit and I shatter.

“Fuck,Lyubimaya, I’m good, but not that good. Who the fuck was doing things wrong with you?”

He doesn’t wait for an answer and dives back in, one hand pushing on my stomach, holding me up. My legs are pure liquid gelatin, and he’s the only thing that keeps me standing. And his other hand. Oh, dear everything, his other hand… He licks and sucks, his teeth working me with gentle precision like he knows exactly what to do. What buttons need pushing, to keep me up there and to keep me from tumbling once more. And his hand…

He slides it back and forth as he licks and sucks. Palm. Side of his thumb. All the way from the perineum to meet his lips and then… then he pushes two fingers in me.

Before I can explode, because that one movement rocketsme right up, he says against my clit, blowing breath on my wet, sensitive flesh, “Don’t come.”

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