“What?”
She whispered in his ear. “I can’t wait to consummate ourmarriage.” Then she licked the side of his neck.
Groaning, Brayden pulled her closer, leaning down to nibble her ear. “Are you ready to go?I definitely am.”
Scarlett laughed, her heart lighter than it had been for as long as she could remember.
The moment they were alone in Brayden’s room, he pressed his body flush against hers and kissed her, her back up against the bedroom door he’d just shut.
Scarlett unzipped his pants, delighting in the heavy breath he let out when her hand touched his soft skin. He hoisted her into his arms. Her legs wrapped around him as he carried her to the closest surface.
Brayden set her on his desk. She pulled her dress over her head, dropping it onto a chair, and Brayden tore off her panties before stepping out of his own underwear.
“Wait,” she said as he came closer.
He froze, the only sound in the room coming from the crackling fire.
She grabbed him by the neck, pulling his forehead to hers. “Never use the word ‘regret’ when you talk about being with me. Never again. Got it?”
He stared at her. “Got it. And you—promise you’ll let me keep you safe. Can you do that?” he asked in a throaty voice, his eyes blazing with want and a little bit of anger.
“I promise.” Fate might pull them apart regardless of what she wanted, but she’d let him protect her, as long as it was up to her.
Scarlett’s thighs parted, and Brayden stepped into them. He slid a finger inside of her, hooking it into the wall of her pussy. She pushed into it, needing more friction.
“I want you. Right now.” Pushing his hand away, she reached down and grasped his cock, guiding him inside.
He slid in. “Fuck, Scarlett,” he groaned in her ear.
Scarlett sat on the edge of his desk and pulled him closer until he was deep within her. He moved slowly. The edginess she’d been keeping at bay all day was finally gone now that she had his fullness inside of her, and she didn’t want slow. She pulled him even closer and kissed him, biting his lip. His breathing was jagged. He was still wearing his dress shirt, and she yanked at the fabric, wanting him as close to her as possible.
“More,” whispered Scarlett. “Show me how much you want me.”
“Don’t be in such a rush. Let me touch you first.”
He somehow unhooked her bra single-handedly. She pulled it off, and he flung it aside, exposing her breasts as he continued his torturous slow pace. He cupped them both, running his thumbs over her nipples, and she moaned.
“That’s right.” He pushed her down onto her back, licked his thumb, and circled her clit as she writhed under him.
An orgasm crested through her seconds later, and her vision went momentarily black as she became a trembling mess on the desk. When she opened her eyes, he was staring down at her.
“Good girl. You still want more?”
“Yes.”
He planted his palms on either side of her as she lay with her back on the desk. Scarlett hooked her legs around him, and he thrust into her hard.
“That’s what I want,” she said breathily.
He slammed into her again and again, and the sheer bliss of it—she felt like she was glowing even as the edge of the desk dug into her back.
He bent over her, and she licked his neck like she had at the bar, loving the taste of his skin and biting his ear as she dragged her nails down his back. His whole body tensed as he spilled himself, and as he rocked into her, she loved knowing part ofhim would linger inside.
Brayden stared down at her, his expression unreadable as he hovered above her, their bodies still connected. Scarlett reached for him, pulling the nape of his neck and guiding him toward her breast.
Eyes closed, he circled her nipple with his tongue, making her gasp. Inside her, his cock throbbed and hardened again.
Scarlett let out a breathy little moan. “Take me to bed.”
