Beguiling (Tempting #2) (16 page)

I
liked
to think that the blowjob bonded us. And what a fucking spectacular bonding session it had been. Over the next few days, Scarlet and I settled into a comfortable truce. I teased her about her driving, she gave me narrow-eyed looks of annoyance when I was late getting to her car. But instead of them being real, I could see the sparks of heat behind her eyes.

Like she was imagining the way I’d clamped my hand down on her thigh when I ate her out. Or the way she’d kissed across my stomach before she’d sucked me dry like a fucking porn star.

Great. Now I was hard.

And workouts were not the place for that. I recited Tom Brady’s stats from the 2001 season in my head until I’d willed that shit back down. Okay, and 2002.

Unfortunately, what I couldn’t get out of my head was the lingering question that I’d had since I did the walk of absolutely no shame across our street that night.

What was next on the list?

Maybe she was waiting for me to initiate something, or maybe she was plotting. But I leaned toward the former. Now, as fun as it would be to take her to get a piercing, or plan some elaborate public sexscapade, I knew she was most likely to loosen up in the privacy of her own home.

I pulled my phone out, grinning while I typed out my first text.

After Coach yelled at me to put my phone away or he’d shove it up my ass, I went back to work, channeling all the energy that pushed through my veins. After I finished workouts and had showered, I sent Scarlet a couple more texts as I walked to my statistics class that was a few buildings away from the field.

Truthfully, I wasn’t, but it served a purpose. I wanted her on edge by the time I saw her. By the time I walked up to her car a couple hours later, she was giving me a contemplative look from the driver’s side window. I felt her eyes follow me while I passed the hood of the car and opened up the side door to toss my backpack on the floor behind my seat.

“How was your day, dear?”

She rolled her eyes, but her lips twisted in a reluctant smile. “Filled with far more communication than I’d expected.”

“Yeah?”

Knowing she was still watching me, I kept my eyes forward while she pulled the car out of the parking lot and onto the road. “You’re not going to explain?”

I didn’t answer her until she’d pulled onto the highway heading back toward Worcester, and before I did, I leaned over the console and spread my hand over the ivory skin of her thigh where it met the hem of her skirt. She jumped when I curled my fingers around, but didn’t say anything.

“See how much darker my skin is than yours?”

“Mmmhmm.” Her hummed answer was tinged with nerves.

“That’s the kind of stuff I was thinking about this morning. Weird, huh?”

I left my hand there for a few more seconds while she drove, then pulled it away, letting the tips of my fingers drag against her skin intentionally. Goosebumps popped on her skin before I’d fully moved my hand back in my lap, and I smothered a smile.

When she shifted in her seat, using the movement to press her thighs together, I did
not
smother the smile. I just made sure to do it in the direction of my window so she couldn’t see it.

By the time we pulled into her driveway, I was semi-hard thinking about exactly how I was going to get Scarlet to touch herself. She probably assumed, quite mistakenly, that she’d manage that list item on her own.

“Do you have Netflix?” I asked right after I popped my door open.

“Yeah,” she answered, brows lowered.

“Perfect.”

We stood from our sides of the car at the same time, and I knew she was expecting to me to go back home. But I followed her instead.

“Leo,” she said on a sigh, then stopped and turned to face me. I pretended to stop too late, bracing my hand on her hip so as not to run into her. She swallowed and looked up into my face.

“You didn’t say no. That’s as good as an invitation.”

“Is it now?” she said with a smile.

I nodded, keeping my eyes straight into hers. Maybe she expected me to look down at her mouth, at her tits, but I kept locked onto her face. Then I curled my fingers where they still laid on her hip, let them dig into the flesh where the curve of her ass started.

“Can I come inside, Scarlet?” I whispered, shifting closer by a couple inches. If I’d taken a deep breath, the front of my chest would’ve brushed hers. It was her turn to nod, giving me a silent response so laden with sexual tension that I felt the hair stand up on the back of my neck.

The moment snapped when she backed up and my hand fell away from her body. She blinked a few times, then turned around to walk to her front door. We walked in silence, both of us leaving our bags on the floor by the staircase.

By this point, I felt comfortable enough to grab my own drink from the stainless steel fridge. Snagging a water bottle from the second shelf, I saw a carton of strawberries and contemplated grabbing those too, but eh. Too cliché.

“Want one?” I asked, holding up the water I’d taken for myself. She nodded from where she was turning on the large screen tv they had on a wide mahogany cabinet. While she was pulling up Netflix, I settled on the floor in front of the generic tan micro suede couch.

“So, what are we watching?” She went to sit on the couch behind me, but I grabbed her wrist and directed her to floor in front of me, between my legs. I expected at least a token argument, but she just shook her head and did it, leaning her back up against my chest. Her hair, which was down and slightly curled, smelled clean and sweet when I pressed my nose against it and inhaled. I took one hand and swept her hair so that it laid over her right shoulder. “Leo, what are you doing?”

“Making sure all your hair doesn’t obstruct my view.” I took the remote from her hand and aimed it up to scroll through the options. Truthfully, I didn’t care what we watched, but I wanted something sexy in the background. Scarlet dropped her head back on my shoulder, but kept her hands folded in her lap. My legs were stretched out on either side of hers, and the width of my shoulders dwarfed her frame. After I’d settled on a movie called Adore, one that Adele had told me that she and the Professor had watched, Scarlet shifted her head so that she was looking at me.

Given how close together our faces were, if I made the same movement, we’d be kissing. Not yet. “Just watch, Scarlet.”

I wasn’t paying attention to it as it started, because Scarlet held all my interest. Whenever I’d move my face, or took a deep breath next to her ear, she’d shift in front of me. The movement was torture, taking the semi that I’d had all day and teasing it into a full-blown erection. There was no way she couldn’t feel it, especially not after she did the little move of arching her back, which pressed her ass right up against it.

I pulled my arms up in a stretch, forcing my chest harder against her back. When I dropped them back down, I slid my hands from the tops of her shoulders down the length of her slim, soft arms until my hands covered hers where they still lay sedately in her lap.

Scarlet shifted, but didn’t protest. For a while, I left my hands like that, just resting on top of hers, because that meant the inside of my biceps rested against the outside of each breast. I started small, dragging my fingers along the length of hers, stopping at the top knuckle and then going back to the tips.

Her chest heaved with breaths that became increasingly deeper. From over her shoulder, all I had to do was look down and I could see the edge of her bra where it cupped her tits underneath the simple white V-neck shirt. She always wore solid colors, I noticed, but it didn’t diminish from how beautiful she was. All it did was put her bright hair on display, not distract my eyes from any part of her body.

The dark denim skirt she had worn today had slightly frayed edges along the hem, and I wanted to play with them, but this wasn’t my show. I needed her to
want
to touch herself, take herself over the edge to ease the pain.

When her hips kept shifting and there was a slight red flush climbing her chest, I ran my nose around the shell of her ear.

“What is it, Scarlet? What do you need?” Almost immediately, she stopped moving and sank back against me. “No, no, no. Don’t do that. Just let me help.”

Her legs fell open, leaning more heavily against mine, and I let out a pained laugh.

“I mean, let me help
you
.”

Scarlet groaned. “That’s what all this has been about, hasn’t it? The texts? The touches?”

She started to move and I clamped my arms around her in a vise, shushing quietly in her ear. “No, don’t. Just stay here.”

Both of her hands came up, and I braced for her to pull my arms down, but they didn’t. She smoothed them along my forearms, making light scratches with her nails.

“I’m not going to touch you, Scarlet. You’re going to do it.”

Of course, she made a sound of protest and I bit down on her earlobe, a soft nip to quiet her, and it worked.

“Maybe you can touch me a little?” she asked, the bright hopeful tone in her voice making me laugh.

“Nothing below the … hmm, below—”

“Below where my bra stops?” She cocked her head to the side so our eyes met. I dropped a light kiss on her lips and nodded.

“Fine.”

“Did I kill the mood?”

I trailed the tips of my fingers along her collarbone, the thin, hard line of bone under her practically translucent skin. Like I was pulling a string, Scarlet’s hips lifted up with the movement. “No, not for me.”

“Well I can feel that. Unless you shoved a baseball bat down the front of your pants.”

My laughter was low, and it made my forehead drop down to her neck. “Do you know that since that first night together, I feel like I’ve been walking around like this every damn day. Every time I saw your hair or your legs or your mouth.”

“Really?”

“What does that do to you? Knowing that?”

She hesitated, and I pulled my hands off of her. “No,” she groaned. “Wait, okay. I can’t do this if you’re not touching me too.”

“Then tell me,” I relented, dropping kisses along the side of her neck.

“Leo, I don’t know if I can talk dirty.”

“Then I’ll talk. And if you like what I’m doing, then you keep touching yourself, but you do it harder or faster.”

Scarlet breathed out a moan, and she flexed her fingers out, like she was warming up. Good thing she couldn’t see me, because I grinned. But the smile dropped when she slid her hands up and down along the insides of her thighs, not going past the hem of her skirt.

“There you go. Good girl. Feel how soft your skin is. Pay attention to what your body likes.” I nudged her forward, and when she complied, I grabbed the hem at the back of her shirt and pulled it up over her head. After I tossed it aside, she sank back against me again.

The tips of her fingers disappeared, and I rewarded her by tracing along the lace edge of her bra.

“You don’t even have to have anything to fantasize about, if you don’t want to. I think that might be what’s tripping you up. All you need is to think about how good your hands feel. How wet you are, how hard your nipples are when you drag a thumb against them.”

I did that when I said the words, catching the hard edge through the material of her bra. One of her hands went in further, and her hips lifted in response.

“How does it feel?”

“Leo,” she begged, voice full and tight with frustration.

“It’s probably wet and soft around your fingers. That’s how it felt for me. And your clit is so hard when you’re close. Rub little circles around it, use the flat of your fingers. You can’t do it too hard, trust me.”

Her forearm flexed and she let out a raw groan that made my own hips push up against her back.

“There you go. Fuck, Scarlet, you look perfect. Bring your other hand up, put it under your bra.”

She did, dragging her hand against her stomach on the way up. Instead of dipping in the front of the bra, she pushed it up the bottom, shoving the material out to the way. Without me saying a damn word, she cupped her breast, pushing her thumb in circles around her nipple.

“That’s it, honey. Your tits are incredible. Feel how full they are in your hand.”

“Leo,” she said again, this time her pitch rising.

“You know what I want to do to them?” I leaned in, licking along the outer edge of her ear. “I want to fuck them, see my cock pressed in between them.”

She exploded, arching her back and clamping her hand between her thighs. The long, soft sigh that came from her mouth made me smile, as did the way she sagged back down on my chest, one breast still cupped with her hand.

“Wow,” she said after a few seconds. “I should have been doing that for years. I would have been so much less stressed out.”

I laughed, pulling her hand out from underneath her bra. When I brought it up to my mouth to kiss the palm, she looked over at me, the flush from her orgasm still bright on her cheeks.

“That was a fun one, huh?”