“Scarlet,” I say, breaking away and not having my lips on hers feels like I’ve dived underwater and have no air. “You were a little drunk when we left the bar. Are you sure you want to do this?”
“I was a little drunk then,” she says, holding tightly to my shoulders. “But I’m not now. And yes, Wes, I want to do this. I’ve wanted to do this pretty much since the moment I saw you.”
Her brazen confession turns me on even more. I kiss her again and forget we’re on an angled roof. Scarlet pushes up with the intention of moving into my lap but slips and starts to fall. I grab her around the waist, pulling her against me.
“You did catch me,” she whispers.
“I told you I would.” I press my foot down on the roof and steady her. “Let’s go in.”
She nods and turns, reaching for the window frame. She gets in first, and I follow behind, tossing the blanket in behind us and closing the window. We’re in my bedroom, and light from the hall spills in.
“Scarlet,” I say again, heart still racing. Blood rushes through me, and every nerve in my body is alive. “Are you sure you—”
She doesn’t give me a chance to get the rest of the question out. Her lips meet mine again, and it’s all I can do not to throw her down onto the mattress. I kiss her hard, tongue pushing into her mouth, and run a hand through her hair, over her back, and down to her supple ass. Heat rushes through me, and the tip of my cock tingles with anticipation. She puts one of her hands on my chest, slowly raking her fingers down until they rest above the button of my jeans.
I pull back, needing to look at her, needing to make sure this is real. I’ve dreamed about this more times than I can count since the first time I saw her. Taking her chin in my hand, I tip her head up and kiss her, eyes falling shut. My tongue pushes into her mouth, and I slide my hands down her back.
Scarlet fastens her arms around me, standing on her toes to better kiss me. She presses herself against me, and her desperation is almost enough to undo me. Almost. It’s been a long time since I’ve been with a woman.
I’m going to take my time with Scarlet. Make her feel, pleasuring her until she’s screaming my name, writhing on the bed beneath me. I take a tangle of her hair in my hand, kissing her harder.
“Are you ready, Scarlet?” I pant, barely taking my lips off hers. My cock pulses, begging to be inside of her. “Are you ready for me to fuck you?”
Chapter Twenty-Six
Scarlet
If my arms weren’t wrapped around Weston’s neck, my weakened knees might have given out. He’s standing before me, with one hand wrapped in my hair and the other planted on the base of my back, fingers inching down my ass. His legs are slightly spread, hips close to mine.
I open my mouth to tell him I’ve been ready for him to fuck me, but no words come out. I’m breathless before him, excited and intimidated all at the same time. Tingles are running rampant through my body, and I’m as hot as I am cold from the chilly night air.
He steps forward, closing the distance between us. His hard cock presses against me, and holy shit, that thing is big. I shouldn’t be surprised since he towers over me. Every aspect of Weston is big, and his cock is no exception. I bring my hand down, fingers trembling, and feel its length through his pants. Wes grunts, pushing himself forward. It will be a tight fit inside of me, and the thought of having him push that big dick all the way in makes a shiver run down my spine.
“Do you want this?” he says, voice low.
“Yes.” The word escapes my lips in a single breath. Wes brings his head back down to kiss me again. The desperation is here again, and I can’t get enough of him fast enough. But this time is different. This time we’re not going to stop. We’re going to go all the way, and Lord help me, I want it.
I want him.
I’ve never wanted anything more in my life.
Desire for him swells inside of me, growing hotter and hotter. It’ll only take a spark to start this fire, and I know we’re going to burn hot and bright together. You can tell a lot about a person from the way they kiss, and I knew the first time Weston kissed me that he’s the kind of man who takes his damn time.
I push up against him, lips crashing against his. His fingers press into my ass and a guttural growl comes from deep inside his throat, vibrating against my lips. I moan, growing wetter by the second.
There’s no going back after tonight. We can’t ignore this kiss like we did last time. We’re in too deep, feeling too much. Wes picks me up as if I weigh nothing and strides forward, pressing my back against the wall. His cock is so hard beneath me, fighting against his jeans. I slide my hand up the back of his head, running my fingers through his hair, and buck my hips against his.
I’m so wound up and turned on, but it’s more than that. The connection is emotional as well as physical, and my heart is yearning for his to beat along with mine just as much as my clit begs to be touched. I don’t want to think about it and risk ruining the moment, though something tells me nothing could ruin this moment. Zombies could be scratching at the door and I wouldn’t be fazed. Not when this monster cock is rubbing over my clit, nearly bringing me to come right here and now.
He grinds himself against me, and my dress bunches up around my ass. I’m so wet that if he reaches down, he’ll be able to feel it through my panties. Taking his lips off mine, he kisses my neck, sucking at my skin in a way that drives me crazy. Pleasure shoots through me, going right to my pussy. It pulses, needing to be touched. I rub myself against him again, needing to come before I explode.
“Wes,” I pant, letting my head fall to the side. I don’t know how he’s standing so steady, supporting all my weight nonetheless. His hands are under my ass, fingers digging into my skin.
As suddenly as he picked me up, Wes puts me back on my feet. For a split second my heart stops, thinking he’s having second thoughts and is going to pull away, taking his body away from mine. It would be as painful as sucking all the oxygen out of the air, which is basically what he does to me anyway.
He takes it all away and the only way to breathe is to put my mouth on his and inhale him all in. I swallow hard, pulse bounding, and stare at him. My lips are parted, and I’ve never felt so empowered and so helpless at the same time. This beast of a man is standing in front of me. I’m so small compared to him, yet I know he’s as much of a slave to the desire to lose ourselves in each other as I am.
Suddenly, he drops to his knees, pushing my dress up to my stomach. I lean back against the wall, gasping. My breasts rise and fall rapidly, and I look down, watching him slowly slide a hand up my leg.
He starts at the inside of my knee, touching my soft flesh with only his fingertips. I shiver from his touch, and every single nerve in my body is humming with pleasure. My eyes flutter shut, and I surrender to him.
I’m usually the one who stays in power, who always has to be on top. But not tonight. Weston won’t allow it even if I tried, and being with a man who’s as gentle and caring as he is domineering and demanding is throwing me for a loop, and it feels so fucking good.
Slowly, he slides his hand up the back of my thigh, pushing his fingers up inch by inch until they’re right below my entrance. I’m burning hot for him and don’t know how much of this teasing I can handle before I bring my foot up, push it against his chest, and force him back so I can climb on top.