Pulling back, he brought his mouth back to hers as he turned them both and led her back toward the bed. When the backs of her legs met the bed’s frame, he carefully guided Scarlett down onto the mattress.
Olly stood and stared, feeling as if he were dreaming. Women like Scarlett didn’t want him. They ran from him. And rightfully so.
But she wasn’t running, and he wasn’t strong enough to walk away. Not this time. Not from her. Because tonight…only tonight…this woman was his.
“You just going to stand there all night, or are you planning on joining me?”
A deep chuckle shook his shoulders, and it took him a moment to realize he was…smiling. Not a small curve of one corner of his mouth. A full-blown, ear-to-ear smile.
She’d done that. When no one else could, this woman had made him fucking smile. And he hadn’t even gotten inside her yet.
Best not to keep the lady waiting.
Olly reached behind him, fisting the back of his hoodie and pulling it up over his head. He let it fall to the carpet near his bare feet, his entire focus on what he was about to do next.
Rather than shove his sweats and boxers from his legs, he kept them on…for now. Because he did plan on stripping her down, and if they were both naked and exposed, he feared he’d drive himself balls-deep inside her before ever bringing her the pleasure she so deserved.
He reached down, pretending not to notice the slight tremble in his hands as his fingers dipped beneath the elastic waistband of her kitten-covered pajama bottoms. With his eyes locked onto hers, he paused to give her plenty of time to back out.
Olly held his breath and waited. But rather than tell him to stop, the sexy vixen wiggled her hips as if to spur him into action.
I hear you, sweetheart. Loud and crystal clear.
He slid the bottoms down, the backs of his knuckles skimming across her smooth skin as he began working the PJs down the length of her thighs. His breath caught when he realized she wasn’t wearing any panties.
Lord have mercy.
Scarlett let her legs fall open, the move leaving her sex right there for the taking. Bare and glistening with desire, Olly’s mouth literally watered with the need for a taste.
A painful throbbing filled his hard, swollen erection. The damn thing was pressing so forcefully against the soft cotton of his boxer briefs, the bulge tenting the crotch of his sweats. But he did his best to ignore it and instead focused solely on her.
Olly gently pushed her thighs apart. He was determined to go slow, even if it killed him. And as he glanced up and found her green eyes darkening with need, he started to think it might.
He leaned down and took her in his mouth. She cried out, her hips bucking off the mattress from the contact while he moaned from the sweet, musky flavor that was…
Scarlett.
Hot and wet, her body eagerly sought his lips as he licked and laved and savored. She tasted of Heaven, and as he ran his tongue up and down her silken slit, Olly knew once would never be enough.
For him, sex had always just been that. Sex. No emotions. No commitments or empty promises sure to be broken. Just raw, primal sex that had brought him and his partners the release they’d been needing.
Consensual. Safe. No strings sex. And for Olly, up until this very moment, that had been enough. But now…
Now I’m addicted and I never want the cure.
From the very first drop of the woman’s tantalizing essence, Olly had known this time would be different. Thatshewas different.
And he wasn’t sure what to do about that.
For now, however, his one and only goal was to light a fire of passion within this woman so powerful she’d forget every other man before him. So that’s what he set out to do…
Set his Red on fire.
“Oh!” Scarlett cried out again, her fingernails digging into his scalp as she fisted his hair.
Not pulling him away but rather pushing him impossibly closer.
A low growl rumbled in the base of his throat as Olly continued working to bring her closer and closer to paradise. Sensing she needed more, he added a finger. First one, and then another.