How could I ever say no to this woman? I don’t want to, that’s for sure, so I step closer to the bed as she turns her head toward me.

“Open,” I tell her, and she does. Gripping the base, I feed her the tip. Her hot, wet tongue works over me, and my knees almost give way.

“Fuck.” I breathe out. “Is this what you like? Your mouth around me while you fuck your fingers?”

She nods, moaning around me. Her hips start to move, writhing erratically as her fingers go deeper. The hand that was playing with her breasts snakes down to circle her clit now, and it doesn’t take long before her little sounds of pleasure grow louder. I step back, and she releases me with a pop as her skin flushes a stunning pink and her body shakes with the force of her orgasm.

I missed this—watching her come apart for me.

“Do you want to come on me?” she asks as she comes down from her high, those blue eyes lazily making their way up to meet mine again.

“No,” I say. “I’d rather be inside you, Scarlett.”

She bites her lip and nods, a fire behind her blue eyes. “Do you have a condom?”

I lean over to take my wallet out of my back pocket. Sending a little gratitude up that I took the lesson about always having a condom just in case, I pull it out and toss it onto the bed. It lands next to her head, and the doubt vanishes as she lets out a little giggle.

The foil wrapping of the condom crinkles as I tear it open and cast it aside. Scarlett takes it and scrambles to her knees so she can roll it over me. Unable to keep my hands off of her while she strokes me sensually, I tangle my fingers into her hair and pull.

“Oh god,” she moans, her hand working me between us.

“See? I’m a fast learner.” I cup one of her breasts, gently at first, then pinch just like she did. “You like this.”

“I do. I need—” She gasps as I pull her hair again. “I need to feel things everywhere.”

Cupping my hand between her legs, I slide a finger inside her wet heat. “Like here?”

“Mm-hmm.” Her eyes close as she rests her head on my shoulder.

“Here?” I drag my finger closer to me until it touches her clit. Still sensitive, she cries out.

Teasing her with small, little circles, I kiss down her jaw and over her breasts. When I pull her nipple into my mouth, she makes a sound that could only be described as pure desire.

“I’m yours,” she promises. “I always have been.”

You always will be, I want to remind her, but I stop myself before I say it aloud.