As if she sensed my presence, she turned over her shoulder at me, vibrant eyes dropping over me with a curl to her little mouth.
“Agent,” she purred, eyes like a preying cat.
I kept my mouth sealed tight as I stalked up to her. My strides were fast and long up to her, layers and layers of something beyond frustration piling higher as I closed in.
Closer to her and her lavender scent that blew in the wind, closer to the perky set of naked tits trying to fucking blind me on my way to her. Her nipples were begging for my attention, pointed right at me as if calling for my fingers to twist and tweak them, for my mouth to suck them from light pink to dark.
I could imagine the feeling so vividly of what it would be like to roll the bud of her nipples over my tongue, to bite down on them until she cried out.
Fuuuck.
Instead of trying to get away, Scarlett moved towards me in steps as determined as mine, closing our distance. As soon as she was near enough, I snaked my arm around her waist and dragged her in. Her chest hit mine, her soft breasts squeezing between our bodies, hidden away from prying eyes and sinful men like me.
“I think you’ve made your point,” I gruffed, eyeing her over my nose
Wickedness cinched a grin on her lips and a glint in her eyes. “Think he got the message?”
“I think the entire fucking street got your message.” I jerked my head. “Arms up.”
Instead of fighting, she complied easily, raising her arms above her head with the most pleased smirk drawing a perfect pink line on her lips. Rolling my eyes back, I lifted my shirt over her head, pulling her arms through the holes and working it down over her head.
Scarlett didn’t move an inch or say anything as I shuffled her heaps of still-damp hair out from under the shirt, pulling strands free so they could drape down her back.
When that was done and she was covered, she dropped her arms to mirror mine hanging at my side. We stood toe to toe in silence, a furious sigh sitting heavy in my chest while she beamed up at me, her red hair looking like dancing flames in the sun and proving she must have come straight from hell.
“Nightmare,” I mumbled, trying to ignore her quiet chuckles as I wrapped my arm over her waist and guided her back to our room.
She was a goddamn beautiful nightmare.