She’d needled her way inside my brain, and there was only one quick fix to get her out.
My breathing turned labored as I thought about her lips and how they were the same color as her cheeks when she was angry. She was such a little spitfire, always teasing or roaring with flames of hell. Behind my eyes, I pictured the memories I had of her curves, and how they’d felt against me last night as she showed me the cracks in her world and her fear of it all.
Scarlett was a woman of fire, but fear was her kindling as I’d finally been able to see yesterday. It shined up at me, begged for my help, but I wouldn’t.
Not like she wanted me to and not like I felt the strange need to.
A quiet moan pulled out of me as I stroked my cock faster as I thought of her eyes and the dare that was always written into them. She was a fucking vixen and she knew it. Being around her and with her was war, and if yesterday told me anything, bedding her would be just the same.
A war of bodies and wills, clashing and dominating until I got her beneath me and fucked her into nirvana.
Need built inside of me as I clenched my hand tight, gripping my cock as if it was Scarlett gripping me between her legs. Moving pictures played through my mind of her mouth dropped open in a moan and her fuck me eyes squeezed tight as I rolled my hips into her.
Fuck, she was a vision of ecstasy in my head, spreading herself down the middle for me and crying my name.
I pumped my cock in my hand like I’d pump into her wet heat, faster and harder until I lost it, sputtering out a low groan as my orgasm exploded through me. I nearly lost my footing in the shower I came so hard until spots of black strobed through my vision.
Dizziness swept my head up, and I dropped it through the crack I’d left in the shower curtain again, sucking down cool air. The black dots clustered in my eyes were like ants over a hill, and I couldn’t blink them away fast enough.
Something caught in my distorted sight, moving quick past the slit I’d left open to the bathroom door. There wasn’t a vent in the bathroom and it was before 7am when I got up, so I didn’t think much of it.
Though, as I caught my breath through my post-orgasm haze, I wondered with unease if what I’d seen had just been another moving black spot or potentially a fire-red dot out of bed earlier than I thought she’d be.
I slapped off the shower’s spray and snagged a towel from the counter, wrapping it around my naked body as I stepped out. The mirror was a foggy mess, but I bypassed it and ducked right into the hotel room. Water droplets riding on my shoulders chilled to a damn near freeze, but they didn’t bother me like normal.
Not as I turned my head around the wall and hoped and prayed that I’d find the redhead asleep in bed right where I left her. If not, I’d have a shit load of explaining to do to her father.
Relief unwound its coils around my muscles as I spotted her in her bed, body sprawled out along the sheets, face drawn in a peaceful sleep. I sank back against the wall, dropping my head back with a thump.
Thank fuck.
I let Scarlett sleep for another couple hours before waking her up, sans the pillow whack.
She rolled over, tangling her bare legs in the sheets as she stretched and rubbed her fingers over her eyes. Her back bowed in a deep arch as she did, the shirt she was wearing riding up to expose even more naked skin, and I had to look away.
I’d already taken care of that aggravation earlier.
“It’s 9:30. We need to start moving if we’re going to make it to Tennessee by tonight.”
“Good morning to you too,” she grumbled through a yawn.
Honestly, I was shocked she was speaking to me at all. After she came out of the bathroom yesterday, eyes puffy and tear-beaten, she curled up on her bed with a hotel pen and drew words along her skin rather than through her mouth. She said two words to me between the span of then and when she went to bed.
‘No olives.’
I loved olives on my pizza, but last night for dinner, I ordered us a pie without olives and we ate in silence.
“Be ready to go in thirty minutes.”
With my best effort, I paid her no mind behind me as I tucked away the neatly folded clothes I’d worn yesterday. An ache twinged through my back as I rolled my neck, cracking pops of air between stiff bones.
“How’d you sleep, princess?” Scarlett’s voice crawled over my shoulders, prickling with cruel amusement. Someone’s feeling like themselves again.
“Peachy,” I mumbled.
After last night, I was never sleeping in a fucking motel chair again.
I had to remember on our drive today to pick up some extra duty locks for our last night of the trip. Handcuffing her to the bed again was out of the question—even I wasn’t dickish enough for that—but my back wouldn’t last another night in a cardboard motel chair.