“Yeah. Music. Mitch was all about it tonight. It put me in a fucking mood.”
Taking her gloved hands in mine, I brought her further out to give us more room. Moving in closer, I set us in a position to dance.
Body to body, in front of a vast sky burning with stars, we started to move.
I ducked lower, setting my mouth close to her ear, half singing, half whispering a song that had stuck with me.
Her body was so delicate, every shape and curve built to satisfy every one of my cravings. She fit perfectly in my hands and arms, and I almost became lost in the smell of her hair. The cold air seemed to intensify her essence, all of her clinging to all of me, like ice to water.
Without consciously realizing it, we’d stopped moving and started staring.
“You are the most beautiful person, place, thing to me, Scarlett Rose Fausti,” I whispered, taking her face in my hands, cradling her soft skin, my thumb working over her lips.
A fierce battle raged in her eyes—the need to deny me was strong, but she couldn’t. She took a deep breath, wisps escaping her mouth in thin streams at her release; her breath smelled sweet, with a hint of mint.
“Kiss me,” she whispered.
It started off slow, warm and soft, but then increased to something impulsive, hot and rough, and smoke rose around us like we were a fire burning in the middle of an ice storm.
Scarlett was so damn agile, and she climbed me as easily as a monkey climbs a tree.
Our tongues swirled, our hands searched, and we were dead to the world, alive only in each other.
“What are we doing?” she moaned out, her arms around my neck. She lifted her chin, giving me access to her throat.
“I don’t know,” I panted. “But keep fucking doing it.”
She swayed like a ribbon caught in the air before she slid down my body, our mouths clashing again. This time the growl from my throat made her take hold of my pants, her icy fingers finding the hot skin of my lower stomach.
“Do that again,” she pleaded, staring up at me with a wicked look in her eyes, her touch making my skin contract.
I put my mouth against hers, my tongue reaching out, touching hers, before a low growl emanated deep in my throat. The wanting noise that came from hers met mine, and in a blur, we somehow made it into the house.
I was naked by the time we made it to our room.
She was close. So fucking close.
Underneath the layers, she wore a blood-red slip.
She stood on a soft rug in front of the fireplace. The fire outlined the shapes hidden beneath the silk.
Her nipples were hard enough to press against the thin fabric, making my cock twitch. Her feet were bare, beautifully shaped, her thin ankles carved by a stellar hand, along with the expanse of her smooth legs.
The tongue of the flames licked up her body in strokes of red and gold, making the vibrant colors in her hair spark.
“You missed me,” I said.
Looking to the left, down to the floor, she nodded. “More than I ever dreamt I could.”
My fingers were guides to the labyrinth of her body, directing me through her riddles, down to the deepest parts of herself she kept hidden.
“You wore this for me.”
She looked up, meeting my eyes. “You like it?”
I pulled it down slowly, inch by fucking inch, until her breasts spilled over, two perfect tear drops, and then we both had a hand on the fabric, pulling and ripping.
We made it down to the floor, rolling around, my mouth exploring and tasting her, my hands the dark shadows created from her light. Her breasts were as pink as rose petals, her ass too, filling my hands. I had to stop myself from squeezing too hard, bruising her.
