“I know,” Scarlett whispered softly. “But I’m different than those other women, Olly.”
“How?”
She moved in closer. Lifted a palm to the side of his cheek. And as she fixed her gaze with his, she said, “Because I have you.”
Olly’s breath froze in his lungs. Though it didn’t make sense, he could almostfeelthe trust Scarlett had in him.
Him. A felon. And this woman who’d only known him a very,verybrief time…trusted him to keep her safe.
“You’re also right about the other thing,” he admitted.
“What other thing?”
“The, uh…” Another hard swallow worked his throat. “The jealousy thing.”
Her rosy lips curved into the sweetest smile he’d ever seen. “You don’t say?”
He did smile, then. Just a tiny one, but damn if he could keep that one from forming. “What are you doing to me, Red?”
“For tonight?” She placed a hand over his pounding heart. Rising onto her tiptoes, she brought her lips so close to his he could feel their feathered touch when she whispered, “I guess that’s up to you.”
Olly’s control snapped. It just…fucking…snapped.
He no longer thought about his unpolished past or criminal record. He didn’t worry about the fact that this woman was way the hell out of his league. For once in his pathetic, screwed up life, he put all that shit aside and focused on the one thing he wanted more than anything else in the world.
Scarlett.
Olly slammed his mouth to hers. This time, Scarlett didn’t just kiss him back. She dug deep into his soul, leaving a mark he knew would be with him forever.
But he wasn’t thinking about forever. He was focused on the here and now. And right now…in this moment…the only thing on his mind was giving this crazy, feisty, incredible woman as much pleasure as he possibly could.
He lifted a hand to cup the back of her head. Tilting his slightly, he brought himself impossibly closer. Scarlett’s lips parted, a clear invitation he wasn’t about to turn away.
Their tongues met in a hot, wet, wild dance that sent him into a tailspin of passion. Feeding from one another’s sensual offering, the two began moving together toward the bed.
Olly blindly reached for the hem of her tank top. Though he hated to, he broke away long enough to pull the thin cotton garment up and over her head. He tossed it to the side and then he…froze.
Christ, Almighty.
She was perfect. A perfect, beautiful, porcelain goddess.
Her breasts were perky. Her nipples rosy and erect. And she was just standing there, staring up at him.Offeringherself to him.
And he couldn’t help but to accept the incredible gift.
“Ah, Red.” He shook his head in awe.
Reaching out, he took one of the soft, full globes into his palm. Scarlett’s breath hitched when he brushed his thumb across the taut nub there, her body arching toward him as if to beg him for more.
A second later, Olly’s mouth was there, his lips taking the place of his thumb.
Scarlett gasped, her hand gripping the back of his head as he feasted. Her fingers raked through his hair, her fist filling with the strands as he licked and nibbled to his heart’s content.
When he was finished there, he gave the same attention to the other breast. His free hand becoming filled with the one he’d just tasted.
“Olly…”
His whispered name sounded more like a plea. She wanted more.Neededmore. And Olly was more than ready to oblige.