6
As if lightning had struck,Olly became consumed with the need to chase the fire that had just erupted within him. His mouth worked hers in a frenzied kiss of desire and discovery. Unlike most first kisses, this one wasn’t slow or hesitant. They didn’t take their time to learn or savor.
They simply took.
Him from her. Her from him. The two stood in that Godforsaken parking lot and became lost in each other’s taste.
Sweet.
That was the first word that came to mind when Olly’s tongue swiped against hers. Scarlett tasted sweet on his tongue. Like honey and something uniquely her.
It was unlike anything he’d ever tasted, and he couldn’t seem to get enough. And when she tilted her head and he went in for more, Olly realized one kiss with this woman was all it took to become addicted.
I need more. I need…her.
Arousal pulsed through his system, his erection painful and throbbing behind his zipper. Scarlett continued taking what hewas more than willing to offer, her fingertips digging into his shoulders as she kept herself steady.
Olly lowered his hands to herr hips and began guiding her back toward her car. Where they’d go from there, he had no clue. But if he didn’t get inside her really fucking soon?—
A phone began to ring, the sound piercing straight through the stolen moment. He ignored it, at first. But when it rang out a second time, the unfamiliar ringtone was like a bucket of ice-cold water splashing him square in the face.
What the hell are you doing?
Olly broke away, practically pushing Scarlett back in his attempt to put space between them. His rough, audible breaths heaved in and out as he attempted to regain his composure.
He’d kissed her. He’d fucking kissed Rose’s sister. And Scarlett, she’d…
Kissed me back.
“I’m sorry,” he muttered the apology.
But the sexy vixen just smiled and shook her head. “I’m not. But I really do need to take this.” She waggled her still-ringing phone. “It’s Brooke Jensen.”
“Brooke?” Olly’s brows arched with surprise. “How do you know?—”
“Thomas gave me her number, too. She and I met for coffee earlier today.”
Olly blinked. The woman had sure been busy since he left her sitting in that hotel lounge.
Scarlett held the phone between them and answered the call. “Hi, Brooke. You’re on speaker with me and Olly.”
“Oh! Good. That’s perfect, actually.” The other woman sounded pleased. “Hi, Olly.”
“Hey, Brooke,” he greeted Rose’s friend and former co-worker. “What’s up?”
“Okay, listen. I’m at work, and my break isn’t for another hour, so I don’t have a lot of time. But I knew this couldn’t wait.”
“What couldn’t wait?” Scarlett’s focus was locked on the phone balanced in her hand.
Keeping a hushed tone, Brooke rushed to tell them, “I think I might know where Rose is. Or at least, where she was as of a few days ago.”
“What?”Olly and Scarlett exclaimed in unison.
Her gorgeous eyes flew to his as he took a step closer to the phone. “Where?” Olly demanded with a growl.
He needed an address, and he needed it right the fuck now.
“A place called The Mystique. It’s a…” Brooke hesitated a beat. “It’s a strip club about ten miles northwest of Durango.”