Wildcard: Volume Two

“You have no idea how sweet you taste.” He grins.

Raising my eyebrows, I lean over and press my mouth against his, tasting him . . . tasting myself.

“Now I do.”

His eyes narrow as he slides down the bed and buries his face between my legs. I groan, latching my legs around his neck, my thighs clenching at the feel of him inside me. A scream escapes my lips at the feel of his tongue flicking at my clit, my thighs tensing even more as I arch my back. How can this possibly feel so damn good?

“God, yes! Yes!” I gasp. My fingers latch onto his hair, pulling it as ecstasy jolts through my entire body. “Stop,” I plead, but he doesn’t stop. Instead he plunges his tongue deeper into my pussy. I cry out as another surge rushes through me, and I fall back onto the bed a whimpering mess.

“I told you that you’d be coming for me.” He winks at me and gets to his feet.

I groan and roll over, letting him scoop me into his arms. I sigh when he kisses me, the sweet taste of my own scent invading my senses.

“And you definitely did that,” I giggle.

Chapter Eight

Scarlett

“Are you hungry?” he asks, kissing my lips.

Hungry for what? I smirk at my naughty thoughts and don’t answer, but my grumbling stomach gives me away.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” He smiles. “What do you feel like?”

“Anything, so long as it doesn’t involve leaving this room,” I say.

I stand up and walk over to the window. From our view on the top floor, I can make out the photographers that are camped in front of the hotel entrance twenty-six stories below. I smile as his arms wrap around my waist, pulling my naked body against his.

“What do you feel like?” He kisses my neck and I smile. “I mean, apart from extremely sexy and oh, so soft.”

He hands me the room service menu and I pick the first thing on it. I’m hungry, but I can’t think about food right now. I have too many other things on my mind.

“The mushroom risotto,” I say, handing it back.

He nods and picks up the phone to order our food. I walk over to the bathroom and choose one of the two fluffy white robes that hang on identical hooks. I thread my arms through and wrap it securely around me.

Turning away, I catch my reflection in the mirror. Where he sees beauty, all I see is fear and uncertainty. I feel like I haven’t slept properly in days. Things have gone from bad to worse to wonderful and I worry how long I have before it all blows up in my face.

“It won’t be long, beautiful.”

His words drag me out of my trance. I glance at him and smile. His eyes don’t leave mine as I wander over to him.

“What’s with this?” he asks, picking open the robe.

I laugh as he tries to take it off me. “I’d rather not have the porter see my naked backside. Or my frontside, for that matter.”

“I don’t want anyone but me seeing your frontside,” he smirks.

I giggle and try to dash away from him.

“I love it when you play hard to get.”

We’re interrupted by a knock on the door and I raise my eyebrows at him, satisfied that I’ve won.

“We’ll continue this later,” he warns, lifting his gaze from me. I smirk. Was that supposed to be a threat? Because I can’t think of a better way to continue our night.

I push away my half eaten plate of risotto and stand up. “Do you mind if I take a bath?” I ask.