Her muscles tensed, and she couldn’t help but think he’d just given her some sort of warning. To her, however, it sounded much more like a promise. Not a forever kind of vow. She knew better than that.
But for tonight…
“Good.” She brought her body flush with his. “Because I don’t want this time to be all about me.” She lifted her hand from his chest, cradling one side of his ruggedly handsome face. “This time, I want to makeyoufly.”
“Scarlett…”
“I want you, Olly.” She rose to her tiptoes and pressed a feathered kiss to his mouth before tracing his bottom lip with her tongue. “I want all of you.”
The energy of the room changed in an instant as a sudden storm of electric emotions surrounded them. In the back of hermind, Scarlett heard a tiny voice warning her to be careful. Electricity could be a beautiful, wonderful thing.
But if she weren’t careful…if she let herself get too close…there was a chance she could get burned.
I’ll take the chance if it means spending the night with this man.
Olly’s hands went to her shoulders. In a slow, gentle caress, he slid his strong, masculine hands down the length of her arms.
The move prompted her to drop the hand from his face, and when his hands reached her wrists, Olly curled his fingers around them. He guided her backward just far enough for him to kick the door shut behind him.
She expected him to continue leading her across the room to the bed. Could almost picture him laying her down as he had last night. But he didn’t do either of those things.
In a surprisingly fast move, Olly spun them both around and pushed her up against the door. Scarlett gasped, not from pain, but from the sudden rush of arousal his domineering actions had created.
His gaze fixed with hers as he lifted her arms up above her head. And then, when he had her right where he wanted her, he slammed his mouth to hers.
The kiss was hard. Fast. All-consuming. And still, she wanted more.
Her body arched against his, seeking the pleasure she knew this man could give. His hips began to grind against hers, the man’s hard length brushing against her belly in an unspoken promise of things to come.
Scarlett’s heart soared and her body ached. With his tongue still feasting on hers, Olly transferred both wrists into one fist before using his free hand to tweak and tease one of her distended nipples.
He swallowed her gasp, the swollen nub so sensitive it felt as if there was a direct connection between it and her clit. Releasing her nipple, he slid his hand further down, slipping beneath the hem of her shirt and rising back up along her quivering belly.
His calloused hand found the swell of her bare breast, the sensation so much better without anything between them. Even though she couldn’t see it, Scarlett knew her nipples were begging him now. Hard as glass. Seeking pleasure from this man, and this man alone.
“Please.”
The whispered plea had barely fallen from her lips when Olly ripped his mouth from hers. She started to protest, but then realized his intent.
Releasing her wrists, he used both of his hands to pull the tank top up over her head. He tossed it somewhere behind him.
Desperate now, Scarlett shoved down her pajama bottoms and kicked them to the side. And when she reached for him…
Olly stopped her.
What the…
His mouth was on her before she could finish the unspoken question. Hot, wet, and velvety soft, his lips and tongue worked one nipple to the point of madness before turning his attention to the other.
Scarlett let her head fall back against the door. Her hands fisted his soft, silky hair, and she tried like hell to keep her trembling legs beneath her.
This wasn’t love. Just sex. Sex with a man she barely knew. And yet, as Olly continued working her body to the point she thought she’d die from pleasure alone, she couldn’t help but acknowledge he’d somehow marked her.
Deep. Permanent. And in a way no other man had.
Or ever would.
“Olly,” she begged him again.