Page 67 of Rules in Love
“Impossible. I can guarantee I will love it. And you will too. It’s the best fucking thing in the world, and honestly, I’ve thought about tasting you from the very first second I saw you strutting through the office in that little pink skirt. ”
“What if I taste bad or look weird up close?”
“Again, I guarantee that won’t be the case. Look, I am never going to do anything you don’t want to do. If you say no, it’s a no. You know that, right? You trust me?”
“Of course I trust you.”
“Good. Then, you have to believe me about this. Tasting a woman, making her scream your name as they come on your tongue, is the ultimate. Most guys love it, and I think you’ll love it too. Look. Look at my dick. It’s rock solid, just talking about it.”
Scarlett admired and patted the boner but still shook her head and buried it in her hands. “I just don’t get it. Understanding quantum theory would be easier than following this, and I flunked humanities three years in a row, Finn.”
“You learn quantum theory in physics, Red.”
“Point made.”
I pried her hands from her face and kissed the insides of her palms. “I don’t know what dud’s you’ve been with that haven’t wanted to do this for you, the joke is on them.”
“That’s the thing, I guess. I’ve been on maybe three or four dates since I had Ben. All when I was in England and most ended within seconds of me disclosing I had a son. I was tired of feeling rejected, so I decided to give dating a break. The longer that break became, the harder it was to put myself out there. I was anxious about never meeting anyone, but the thought of meetingthe oneand it not working out was ten times worse. I was so scared that I stopped trying.”
Everything Scarlett said was a hundred percent relatable. But it was still shocking when I slowly did the math. “Okay, so wait… I get it. Totally get it. But are you telling me you’ve been with no one, not one person since Brett?” She nodded, and I slapped my palm to my forehead. “What the fuck? Wha…how… How is that even possible? Look at you. You’re gorgeous and strong and sexy. How could you not have been beating guys away with a stick?”
“There were interested parties from time to time, but nothing that took my fancy. You look upset, Finn. Is this going to be a problem?”
“No, no. God no. I just… I’m surprised and…to be honest, stoked.”
“Stoked?”
“Yeah. Happy.”
“Because…why? Is this some Neanderthal-caveman thing or—?”
“Because I haven’t been with anyone since Shelby.”
“Get out! ” she yelled in my face and pushed me in the chest so hard I almost fell off the bed. “Jesus Christ! And you’re askingmehow I haven’t been with anyone? Have you looked in a mirror?”
Like two naked idiots, we sat staring at each other, like, well, naked idiots trying to understand what seemed unbelievable. There was only one thing to do. Make her laugh and resume begging.
“Scarlett Elizabeth Grant, would you do me the honor of letting me feast on your furless fur burger? I promise you’ll love it, and if you don’t, you can beat me with a stick.”
A spark ignited in Scarlett’s eyes as she shook with laughter. “I can really beat you?”
“It worries me that you seem excited by that, but yes. You can definitely beat me, and I feel safe in saying that because I know we are both going to enjoy it. The tongue, not the violence.”
Squinting with one eye, inhaling through clenched teeth like a cute little Popeye, she nodded.
“Is that a yes? You’ll let me…you know. Go deep muff diving. Pig out on your pie? Skim the quim?”
“You’re a damn fool. If I say yes, will you shut up?”
“Well, yeah, ‘cause my mouth will be basking in your beaver.”
“Oh, my God. You’re crazy. Alright, let’s do it. Well, you do it. I will receive it.”
I gave her a wink, sucked her boobs a bit, and then ran my hands down her body to her ankles. “Lay back, baby girl. I’ve got you.”
The joy of a thousand Christmases had me releasing an ungodly growl as I kissed down her fucking gorgeous stomach, spread her open, and kissed her wet lips. “Scar, baby, your pussy is perfect. I knew it would be. I knew you’d taste sweeter than honey too.” Scarlett wriggled beneath me but remained silent.
Starting slowly, I licked in teasing circles, getting closer and closer, but never quite hitting her clit directly. I watched her hands clinging onto the sheets, gripping tighter and tighter. When I hit a spot she really liked, I could feel her hips lift off the bed, and she made the cutest, frustrated noises when I shifted away.Damn, I love her.
