Page 60 of Best Hex Ever
With a flash of a grin, Scott opened a door to a room off to the side. Some kind of antechamber, or maid’s room.
Honestly, Dina wasn’t paying it an iota of attention. Because Scott was there, and his arms were around her, and when she looked up at him his hair was doing that amazing, curly thing that it did. Scott tilted his face down to meet hers, smiling all the while.
The kiss was breathless, desperate. She needed to be closer tohim—more than this. She needed his skin on her skin. His lips on her ear, his tongue trailing down her neck, between her breasts. He let out a muffled groan as he pried Dina’s breasts free from the constraints of her dress, taking one of them into his mouth. Scott’s hands grabbed hungrily at her thighs, and it was possessive—and Dina fucking loved it. She thanked the goddesses that she’d decided not to wear tights beneath her dress, giving Scott easy access to slip his hand beneath her already-soaked underwear.
A voice just outside the door. Fuck, someone was outside. The door handle began to twist, Dina’s heart flaring in alarm.
“Fuck. Not again,” Scott muttered, but he seemed to have more of his wits about him than Dina did.
He scooped her up and rushed into the nearby closet, which happily appeared to be mostly empty, save for a few coats (maybe they were in a cloakroom then?), and he managed to pull the door closed just as someone walked into the room.
It was pitch black inside the closet, and Dina was acutely aware that her breasts were still out, pressed against Scott’s heaving chest. She couldn’t see him, but she felt him lean down to whisper in her ear. “That was close.” His breath sent shivers across her collarbone.
“Yeah,” was all she managed to whisper back, her voice shaky. There were two voices in the room, and not ones she knew well. Wait, that was definitely the registrar. And the other voice…Martin, the steward. What was it with this man and interrupting her and Scott?
Even so, Dina didn’t mind being in an enclosed space with Scott. She could feel the thick bulge of his erection pressing against her hip. She bet if she took him in her mouth now, the tip of his cock would already be wet.
Scott seemed to have similar ideas, because his hands had moved to cup Dina’s butt cheeks, massaging them. He let out asound that was partway between a moan and a vibration, as he slipped a finger, and then two, into Dina’s soaking pussy. Dina bit her lip, but a small squeak came out. They were going to need to be a lot quieter if they were going to do this.
“Such a pretty cunt,” Scott growled, moving lower. And then his face was buried between her legs. He lapped at her wetness with his tongue, first soft and then harder, flicking her clit in such a way that it sent shudders through Dina.
She never came this easily, this quickly. Yet now she could feel it building with each motion. Scott’s fingers plunged in and out of her, while his mouth sucked, kissed and did all sorts of wondrous things. He was everywhere at once. Dina ran her fingers through his hair, relishing the feeling of having him between her thighs. Like he was meant to be there. The voices still spoke on the other side of the door, but they were a whole world away. Nothing else mattered now.
“Come for me, good girl,” Scott whispered, his mouth still moving against her. Scott knew what Dina wanted; he would give it to her. Dina wrapped her legs around Scott’s upper back, resting them there. From the way Scott shifted himself, she knew he liked it. And—oh fuck—she couldn’t hold on anymore, not when he did that thing. The orgasm swept over her in delectable waves, bright spots of light dancing before her eyes.
Only she wasn’t blacking out, there really was light in the closet, and it was coming from her. Small thimbles of light bubbled up and out of her skin, floating around them like dandelion seeds. Or fireflies. Scott looked up from between her legs, his face smeared and shining with her orgasm. His eyes widened as he took in the sight.
“Well, that’s definitely never happened to me before.”
How many times in Dina’s life had she orgasmed? Not once had actual sparks of magical light burst from her body. Immy and Rosemary were going to flip a lid when Dina told themabout this. Maybe it was this place, its magic. Or maybe it was Scott.
Scott looked at her in the faint, golden glow. His face was full of wonder, and something else, something that made Dina’s heart soar. Her pulse thrummed in her ears.
“Amazing, you’re amazing,” he said. Not an ounce of fear or apprehension.
“I don’t know how it happened,” Dina whispered back, but she couldn’t wipe the smile from her face. A devilish grin appeared on Scott’s face.
“I know how.” He smiled, before burying his head between her legs again, and shattering Dina’s world into a million glowing pieces.
Chapter 24
Scott had thought he was in trouble before, but that was barely scratching the surface. Now, though, he was in deep mires of shit. A real quicksand situation.
Scott had told himself that he was trying very hard not to fall in love with Dina. No way should he feel this happy; it was unnatural.
Throughout the wedding afternoon he’d found himself attuned to her. The way her face had crinkled in delight as she’d presented Immy and Eric with the tower of cinnamon buns. When he’d given his speech, reading out a passage from Eric’s teenage diary, it was her laughter he heard the loudest.
Dina’s insistent joy was wearing down the guards he’d placed around himself after Alice. It had taken every single ounce of his strength not to tell Dina about his growing feelings when those sparkles had popped out from her. She’d been literally glowing for him; and from the elated post-orgasm surprise that had been written all over her face, he’d known this was special for her too. From somewhere deep in the back of his mind, the logical part of his brain cried out that it shouldn’t have been possible. But that was Dina for you. Everything about her defied expectations.
Christ, he wanted to lavish this woman for the rest of theirlives. He couldn’t get enough of her taste, her smell. The way her eyes widened as she took him all in. The way he’d woken up to a mouthful of her giant octopus hair in the morning and wouldn’t have had it any other way. Her kindness, her intelligence; every newly discovered facet of her personality made him care for her more deeply.
Was he kidding himself? After this weekend was over, and the glitz of the wedding faded into memory, would she still want to be with him? An ache grew in his chest at the thought of not seeing Dina every day for the rest of his life.
But it started off the same with Alice, didn’t it?that evil little intrusive voice piped up. He’d been smitten then too, not that that had ever changed on his part during their time together. But perhaps that was his problem.
He fell in love too easily, trusted too quickly. He hadn’t noticed the signs with Alice; the sex had been good, and he’d known his way around her body, but there were times he’d sensed her heart wasn’t init.
That he was just a body there to fuck her and be fucked. With Dina though, she’d been all there. She’d wanted him—Scott—the whole time they’d been together. Fuck, he was hard again just thinking about the way she’d taken him in her mouth last night—eager, so eager.
