Page 63 of Best Hex Ever
She shifted closer, her breasts pressing against his chest, the stiff peaks of her nipples visible through the velvet slip. All for him. He was already hard, his bulge pressing against the material of his trousers.
“Let me kiss you,” Scott whispered. And she did, their lips meeting, melting against each other. There was no universe in which he would tire of having her in his arms.
When they broke apart, Scott kissed the freckle above her eyebrow, and she didn’t move away. They stayed like that for a while, Dina’s cheek tucked beneath Scott’s chin, swaying in the candlelight.
Others moved around them, the songs changed, but they carried on dancing. Never moving an inch farther apart. Scott could have stayed there forever, feeling the gentle swell of Dina’s chest against his.
A peacefulness of the kind he hadn’t felt in a long time spread out through his body. Home; he felt at home with Dina. Had he ever felt like this with Alice? Scott racked his brains but couldn’t summon any memory with such clarity.
In fact, all of his memories of Alice seemed to be graying at the edges. Like they had happened in a past life, to another version of himself. A different man to the one who was slow-dancing with this magical goddess of a woman.
Dina shifted, tilting her face upward to look at him.
“Do you want to go back to the cottage?” she asked softly, the question carrying a weight to it. His body immediately reacted to her words, his senses tripping into a higher gear. He was aware of her breath against his neck, the supple curve of her belly and hips, the thickness of her ass. He wanted, he needed.
“Yes,” Scott all but growled, delighting in the unsuppressed passion which flared in Dina’s eyes in response.
“We should say goodnight to Immy and Eric.”
“We could do it together?”
Dina smiled. “I’d like that.”
Chapter 25
Dina’s heart was just about ready to beat out of her chest. Any minute Scott would be here.
She’d wanted to walk back to the cottage—their cottage—with him, but as they’d been about to leave, Eric’s rather tipsy father had cornered Scott into a conversation about his travels. Scott had tried multiple times to disengage himself, but once her own parents had walked over and got involved, there was no chance they’d get to leave together.
Dina had feigned tiredness and bid them all goodnight. Scott had glanced at her over the heads of the others, watching her leave with a hunger in his eyes.
I’ll be waiting,she had mouthed at him. But how long could she stand to wait? She was already slick between her thighs, her folds swollen, aching to be touched by him.
Dina stood in her bedroom in the cottage, the room lit only by moonlight.Of coursethe moon was full tonight. She was so full of magic she was ready to burst. After earlier, in the closet, she was a little worried about how it might come out. Those twinkling lights that had emerged when Scott had made her orgasm…that had been new.
But more importantly, it hadn’t fazed Scott. He hadn’t run away, or even looked afraid. If anything, Dina thought he likedseeing what he did to her, how far she lost herself when she was around him.
She couldn’t stand the feeling of this dress on her any longer. The only thing Dina wanted touching her was Scott’s hands. She unclasped the dress at the back, and began tugging the straps down from her shoulders.
“Undressing you is my job,” growled a low voice from behind her. Her body reacted to Scott’s presence. If possible, even the sound of his voice was making her wet.
“Come and do it then,” she whispered, her voice trembling. She heard him step toward her, acutely aware of his presence. The room thrummed with an invisible energy, like a thunderstorm waiting for release. His breath against the back of her neck; rippling shivers of anticipation.
Scott raked his fingers down the curve of her waist, roughly cupping her ass. She let out a whimper as he touched her, the heat of his hands on her sending her reeling.
“I need you out of this dress,” he said, his breathing jagged. His fingers undid the rest of the clasps, and the wisp of a dress fell to the floor.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “You weren’t wearing a bra this whole time?” His mouth found the curve of her neck. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“You’d never have made it through the evening,” Dina replied, much more coolly than she felt.
Scott huffed a laugh into her neck.
“You’re right about that.” One hand curved around to cup her breast, the other slipping around to her front, fingers grazing the seam between her thighs, pulling aside her knickers. He didn’t touch her just yet, his fingers straying perilously close to her heat but at the last minute teasing away. Dina let out a moan of frustration at the almost-touches, arching her back, pressing her ass into Scott’s firm erection.
“Please,” she whispered. Scott had unlocked something in her. She knew in her gut that she could relinquish control to him. Dina spent her days being in charge, working hard. But here, with Scott, she could let it all go. He could be in charge. And damn if that wasn’t the hottest thing in the world.
“I need you,” she whispered.
