Page 131 of Shade
Scarlet runs her fingers through her hair and stands in front of me, bumping my knee with her thigh. “Straightened it.” And then she holds up that phone again. “It says here you have an interview in Santa Monica today with. . . ” She glances down at her phone. “Gnarly?”
I laugh. “It’s a magazine.”
“Okay, well, let’s go.” She puts her bag she had in her hand over her shoulder. “Don’t want to be late.” And then she dangles her keys in my face.
I stand slowly. The hot sun hits the side of her face, lighting up her golden blonde hair and her bright-blue eyes. I hesitate because once again, I want to run my fingers over those freckles and pull her into my chest. Kiss her like I did in the hot tub.
It’s been so long, if ever, I’ve felt a connection with someone like this that I want to be around them all the time now. I’m not entirely sure what to make of it.
We’re staring at one another when she smiles. “What?”
I take a step toward her, my chest pressing to hers. Do you feel the way my heart pounds?
Do you notice the sharp intake of air she takes?
“Do you remember anything from last night?”
An emotion I can’t place takes up residence on her face, pulls her brows together and sets a frown on her lips. Just as quickly as it’s there, she’s smiling again. “I remember a little. You kissed me though, right?”
“No,” I snort. “You kissed me.”
“Ha.” Her hand raises between us, and she pushes me back a couple inches. “I don’t think it went down like that. But we’re going to be late, dude. Let’s go.”
I take her keys from her hand and throw them in the pool behind her. “You’re not driving. I’m not sure I’ll ever ride with you again.”
Shock hits her features, her pretty lips forming a perfect O shape I want my cock in.
Don’t look at me like that. It’s been a week, and this girl is tormenting the fuck out of me.
“What are you talking about?” she whips her head around to the pool. “I can’t believe you just did that.”
I laugh. “Really? Youcan’tbelieve it?”
“Actually,” she sighs and turns to stare at the pool, her hands finding residence on her hips I want to grip again. “You suck.”
I step forward, my bare chest pressed to her back. “Or you could suck on something. . . .”
I should know I shouldn’t grab her from behind because of last night, but I do it anyway because I’m curious if her reactions to me last night were only because her guard was down.
Pay close attention to what happens when my chest meets her back. Do you see the way her entire body tenses? What about the way she automatically sags into me and an audible sigh leaves her lips?
She. Wants. Me.
It takes Scarlet a few seconds, but she pulls away about a foot, looks down at her keys in the bottom of the pool now and then back at me. “How are we supposed to get to Santa Monica now?”
I wink. “My bike. Give me ten minutes to get ready and then we’ll go.”
If I couldn’t convince Scarlet to give into me, maybe a ride on my Ducati would. Any woman who’s ever straddled it has been in my bed hours later.
