Page 53 of Best Hex Ever
Scott wet a finger in his own mouth and cleaned up the corners of Dina’s with a softness she hadn’t expected. Something deep in her chest swelled.
“I messed up your hair,” he said, in a way that wasn’t quite an apology.
“I messed up your beard,” she replied, delighting at his smirk.
How was she ever going to get enough of this man?
Scott trailed the rough pads of his palms down her shoulders,raising goosebumps over her skin. She was acutely aware that she was naked, her thighs splayed on either side of Scott’s, her pussy only inches away from his cock. All it would take was for her to lift up her hips and tip forward, and she could feel him deep inside her.
She’d always known she fell into a more submissive role, but she’d never been able to give in to it as much as she had tonight. It was like Scott had seen into every one of her fantasies and brought them to life. She could trust him to take charge and to keep her safe.
And she wanted nothing else than to be pounded into oblivion.
“Oh no, I know that look.” Scott pulled her down for a kiss, nipping her bottom lip with his teeth. “You want me to slam inside your pretty pussy, don’t you.”
“I do.”
“Well, I’m not going to tonight. I’m going to take my time with you, Dina Whitlock. I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t know how to say anything but my name.”
Anticipation pulsed through her.
“But…I want—”
He caressed her hardened nipples with his thumbs, making her hiss.
“I know. Me too. But not tonight. We have a wedding to go to tomorrow, remember?” Scott smiled cheekily as he lifted her into his arms and stood up, his hands kneading at her ass as he carried her. She felt her limbs go loose. Now she thought about it, it had been a long day, and she was exhausted.
His chest was so warm, and she felt like she could tuck her chin into the crook of his neck and smell Scott’s scent forever. He carried her across the cottage and toward his room.
“My bed is over there,” Dina whispered sleepily as Scott kicked open the door to his room and tossed back the duvet.
“Not anymore. You’re sleeping with me, okay?”
“Yes, okay.”
Scott placed her down into his bed, and she shivered against the chilled sheets. But only for a moment, because then Scott was behind her, his warmth against her back. His chest hair brushed up against her skin. She felt safe, she was home. A single kiss was pressed to her neck. Dina snuggled back into Scott and let sleep claim her.
Chapter 21
Dina woke up in a bed with sheets that smelled like cedar and fresh soap. Scott’s smell. A sunny haze of light lit the trees outside, turning the evergreen leaves different shades of emerald. The things he’d said to her last night. Wanting to take his time with her. Oh goddess, it was enough to make her tingle with anticipation.
Only she wasn’t in his arms, and his side of the bed was cold. Dina rolled over. A sinking feeling grew in the pit of her belly. This had happened before. She would spend the night with someone, her feelings would get the better of her, and then in the morning they’d be gone.
When was the last time she’d been so gooey over someone like this, over amanespecially? She wished she could lie in this bed all day, smelling Scott’s scent and not thinking about why he wasn’t here with her.
It was so peaceful, the bed sheets so soft and warm, maybe she could just close her eyes for a bit longer…
FUCK.
The wedding. The fucking wedding. Immy was going to murder her. Worse, Immy was going to have her hung, drawn, and quartered and served up on a platter labeled “Worst Maid ofHonor in Existence, One of a Kind.” Dina hurled herself out of bed and out the door. And nearly careened into Scott who was walking back—deliciously shirtless—with a cup of steaming coffee in each hand.
“Whoa there,” he chuckled. “Where are you racing off to?”
“What time is it?” she squeaked. “We’re so screwed.”
“Dina, we’re fine. It’s seven-thirty. You just slept through the alarm. We have like two hours to get ready.”
“It’s seven-thirty…I slept through the alarm? I’ve never done that before.” Dina stopped in her tracks. What magic had this man performed on her last night to transform her into a heavy sleeper?
