: Chapter 3

My heart hammers as I stand there before him, and I take a sip of the Scotch to cover my nerves. Damn, that burns. He silently takes the glass from my hands, and places it down with his before he looks me up and down. Every touch of his eyes burns even hotter than the alcohol.

Charlie runs his hand through my hair, stroking it back from my face before winding it around his fist. He uses it to tug my head back and slides his other hand across my hip and onto my ass. He looks down at me, licking his lips, and it makes me sigh out loud. The way he stares at me is so possessive, like I belong to him and he’s deciding exactly what to do with me. It’s so sexy I start to shake inside, wet heat throbbing between my legs. Even though I’m wearing heels, he looms over my five-foot-six frame, and I feel completely overwhelmed by him.

I gaze up into those incredible brown eyes, and my entire body trembles with anticipation. He must feel it because he gives me a smug smile.

“It sure as hell feels like you’re enjoying this, but are you sure? Are you sure you want this, Amelia?” he asks, his voice low and gruff with need.

“My name is Scarlet,” I remind him with a wicked smile. “And yes, I’m sure.”

“I need both of you to consent, mi rosa, because this isn’t going to be a night that either of you will forget. Scarlet might have given you the courage to make it this far, but it’s Amelia I’m going to be fucking. It’s Amelia who will be screaming for more.”

My eyes shoot wide open at his dirty talk, and my hips rub closer to him. “I want this. I’m sure.”

As soon as the last word has left my mouth, he seals his lips over mine and flicks his tongue over the seam of my lips until I welcome him inside. He tastes of whisky and heat, and I want so much more. It feels like we’ve been building up to this first kiss all night, and now I’m desperate for him.

I moan into his mouth, and his fingers dig into my ass cheeks, pulling my body closer to his so his hard length is pressed against my stomach. Wow, he’s … impressive. Terrifying, in fact.

My hands burrow into his thick hair, and I pull him deeper into our kiss. He groans, his hand sliding to my back and searching for the zipper of my strapless dress. He finds it and slowly tugs it down, then lets my dress fall into a pool of fabric at my feet. It came with a built-in corset, which means I’m now standing here in only my panties. My nipples harden as he stares at me, and I fight the urge to cover myself. I didn’t come here to hide. I came here to experience something new. Something amazing.

He takes a step back and looks me up and down, his eyes roaming over my body like he owns it. His appreciative growl makes me blush. I know I’m not disgusting, but I’m also not a supermodel. I carry a little extra in the places most women do, and Chad is the only man to have ever seen me naked before. In the end, he decided that I wasn’t enough for him, and I didn’t realize how much that affected me until now.

“You are fucking beautiful, Scarlet,” he says, taking in my slight shudder. “I can’t wait to claim every inch of you.”

He guides me into the bedroom and gathers me up in his arms. I slide my hands to his chest and start to unfasten the buttons on his shirt, desperate to see more of what lies underneath. I don’t make much progress because he scoops me up and lays me down on the enormous bed, then stands over me, his eyes full of fire and passion. I never thought I could make a man feel like that, and the knowledge empowers me. I trail my fingers between my breasts, keeping my gaze locked on his.

He growls again, the predatory sound making me even more needy. I expect him to start undressing, but he crawls on top of me instead, still fully clothed. His lips claim mine in another kiss before he gently catches my bottom lip between his teeth. I moan as he trails his mouth lower and lower, planting soft, delicious touches along my neck and throat, working his way to my breasts. He holds himself up on one powerful forearm, admiring the sight of my body. “So fucking beautiful … I’ve been wanting to do this to you all damn night.”

He sucks one of my already hard nipples into his mouth. His tongue licks and flicks the pebbled flesh, and I feel a rush of wet heat between my thighs. His hand slides to my panties, and one finger strokes along my folds, the soft fabric already soaked.

My pleasure-filled moans are loud and wanton as he continues sucking my nipple, his hand edging its way inside my underwear. He groans against my skin and slides his fingers through my slickness, quickly finding my swollen clit and massaging it. I whimper beneath him, flooded with pleasurable sensations. His name is a sigh on my lips, and he pauses and pulls his mouth away from my breast, his dark eyes aflame.

“When I make you come, I want to hear you cry out my real name. Drake.”

I nod, so wild with need that I don’t care who he is. I only care about the way he’s making me feel.

“Drake …” My back arches as he slides a finger inside me, skimming my clit with his thumb.

“You’re fucking soaked, and I’ve barely even touched you yet,” he growls.

This has never happened to me before. Embarrassment and shame wash over me. I should be more in control. I shouldn’t just be lying here while he plays with me, helpless beneath his touch.

“No need to be shy about it, mi rosa. I love how wet you are, and the feeling is entirely mutual. My cock is so hard, I might come while I’m eating your pussy.”

The dirty talk has me melting like chocolate in the sun, but it also provokes a moment of uncertainty. When I find my voice, it’s most definitely Amelia speaking, not Scarlet. “Y-you’re going to do that? Even though we’ve only just met? I mean, I haven’t showered.”

“Why would I give a single fuck about that? I already know you’re going to taste amazing. Eating pussy is my favorite part of sex. I can’t wait to feel you come on my face.”

I swallow nervously. “Okay. If that’s what you want to do …”

How do I tell him that my ex-husband gave me such a complex about oral sex that I feel awkward and embarrassed? Again, I am so out of my depth with this man.

“If it’s what I want to do?” Drake repeats as he looks up at me, concern flashing across his face. “This is about what you want too, Amelia. Do you want me to eat your pussy until you scream my name?”

Oh god. When he says it like that, it seems insane to refuse—but still, there is a part of me that’s too self-conscious to let go. “I’m just not very experienced in that area, that’s all. My ex … he didn’t really like to. What if there’s something wrong with me?”

“Scarlet,” he says, sounding annoyed, “your ex was an asshole. I don’t know why he left you feeling like this, but he was wrong. I can already smell your sweet pussy, and I can guarantee you it’s going to taste fucking delicious. But if you don’t want me to, it’s not a problem.”

“It’s not that I don’t want you to. It’s just that I don’t know why you want to. I mean, we hardly know each other.”

He grins at me wickedly. “Well, let’s see what we can do to change that, shall we?” He tugs my panties down and off my ankles, then gives his full attention to the space between my legs. He slides his hands up my inner thighs, then runs a finger through my folds. I moan as he slips a finger inside my opening, brushing my tingling clit with his thumb each time he thrusts in and out. His movements are perfection, building a steady pressure that chases all rational thought from my mind. When he stops, I feel like crying with disappointment. He licks each of his fingers clean, making a meal of it.

“There,” he says, smiling at my reaction. “I’ve been inside you and I’ve tasted you. As predicted, fucking delicious. I’d say we know each other pretty well now, wouldn’t you?”

He is still fully dressed while I’m now completely naked, but the look in his eyes leaves me in no doubt that he wants me. That he’s hungry for me.

“Okay,” I finally say.

“Okay what? I want your words, mi rosa.”

“Okay, I want you to do it. I want you to …” My cheeks burn hot. “E-eat my p-pussy.”

He smiles and dips his head low. “Have you ever come this way?” he asks, his face close enough to my center that I feel the warmth of his breath on my flesh.

“No. Never.”

“I’m sure we’re about to change that.”

He spreads my thighs wider, opening me up to him. I inwardly cringe at being so exposed in front of this almost-stranger, but I remind myself that tonight, I am Scarlet, not Amelia. Scarlet would be proud of her beautiful lady parts, not ashamed.

He bends his head lower, and I quiver with anticipation. The moment his hot, thick tongue presses against me, I forget all about my embarrassment. I forget all about my ex and his damaging comments. Hell, I forget all about everything in the entire world apart from the way his tongue feels.

He licks the length of my wet center, and pleasure rockets through me. My response causes him to chuckle against my skin before he settles his mouth over my clit and swirls the sensitive bud of flesh with his tongue. My hips buck up to meet him. “Oh god!” I cry out, astonished that something so simple can feel so good.

I look down at him, and our eyes lock. He winks at me as he sucks my clit into his mouth, and I let my head fall back against the pillows. A delicious fluttering feeling starts to build in my core, and he seems to instinctively know what rhythm I need and how much pressure to apply. It’s almost as though he’s in my mind, in my body, feeling everything I’m feeling and dragging every last ounce of sensation out of me. My thighs tremble as he continues licking and sucking at my sensitive flesh, and I rake my fingers through his hair.

“Jesus, Drake!” I gasp, and that seems to spur him on. He wraps his hands around the back of my thighs and pulls me closer to his face, devouring my pussy like a starving man eating his final meal.

When my orgasm finally crashes through me, my blood thunders in my ears and my vision fades to black. Every cell in my body is on fire, and the ecstasy rolls over me in pulsating waves. My inner walls contract and clench, a rush of arousal seeping out of me. I lie back, gasping for breath, my fists clutching the sheets and my entire being turned to molten lava.

Drake moves back up the bed until he’s lying over me again, his beard glistening with my juices. “Your ex must be a fucking idiot, because that is one of the sweetest pussies I have ever tasted in my life.” With that, he seals his mouth over mine and slips his tongue inside, giving me a brief kiss before he pulls back. “You see, Scarlet? You taste like absolute fucking heaven.”

He climbs off the bed, leaving me weak and breathless and confused. What the hell just happened? I’ve had orgasms before, but never one like that. That was … wow. That was life-changing.

“There are condoms in the nightstand,” he says as he starts to unbutton his shirt.

I’m finally going to get to see that gorgeous body of his. I roll over and find the foil wrappers in the drawer and wonder momentarily how many there were to start with, but I dismiss the thought immediately. What does it matter? The man just made me come harder than I ever have in my life with only his tongue. It’s not like we’re a couple or we’ve made any promises to each other, and at least I know he’s practicing safe sex.

Any doubts I might have had disappear the second I turn my gaze back toward him. I knew he was toned and muscular from the way his body felt against mine and how he filled out his suit, but shirtless … I hate to repeat myself, but wow. This man is a feast for the eyes. He looks like a Greek god with his broad shoulders and abs that appear to be carved from stone. His forearms are massive, and I love the way his muscles flex as his hands move to his belt. Dark hair trails down from his chest in an arrow to his waistband, and I sit up in anticipation, watching him unzip his pants.

He grins at me and takes his time pushing his boxers down over those thick thighs. His cock is huge, standing to attention and glistening with a bead of pre-cum.

“You like what you see, mi rosa?” he asks.

“I sure do.”

He crawls back onto the bed and takes the condom from me before sitting back on his heels. I watch as he slides it expertly down his cock and wonder what it would feel like to take that smooth, hard shaft in my mouth and pleasure him the same way he just pleasured me. He gently pushes me back down so I’m lying flat on the bed and trails soft kisses along my collarbone and up my neck. I spread my legs wide, lifting my hips to try to capture him, but he keeps the tip of his cock paused right at my opening, teasing me.

“Is this what you want, Miss Scarlet? Do you want my dick inside you?”

“Yes! Drake, please.”

He pushes in farther, and there’s a rush of wet heat as I stretch to accommodate him. “You are so fucking tight,” he murmurs against my neck. “It’s taking every fucking bit of willpower I have not to fucking nail you to this bed.”

“Don’t hold back. Please. I want to feel you inside me, all of you, right now.”

He growls and pushes himself deep inside me, and the initial shock of being invaded by a man this big makes my eyes fly wide open. But the shock is soon replaced by pleasure, and every nerve in my body feels like it’s on fire as he drives into me over and over again. His thrusts are hitting a sweet spot deep inside me that has never been hit before, and it makes me whimper shamelessly. My inner walls squeeze around him, pulling him in deeper, my hands clasped onto his shoulders as he slams into me. He lifts his head and looks into my eyes, our gazes locking in a way that’s almost as intense as the sex. This feels right on every single level, and I cling to him as he carries us both higher and higher.

His arms are solid pillars of muscle and sinew on either side of my head, and his beautiful face is coated with a light sheen of sweat as he pounds into me. I feel the pressure building again, a familiar tingling in my spread thighs, a relentless throbbing as he grinds into me. Screaming his name, I come once more, digging my nails into his skin and riding the crest of a blissful wave. I’m still riding it when he closes his mouth over mine and swallows my moans of delight, his pace increasing as he chases his own release.

“Fuck!” he bellows as he orgasms, his hips shuddering against me and his deep voice strained. I keep hold of him, shocked by the intensity of it all, my legs wrapped around his waist as he collapses on top of me. He rests his forehead against mine, and we both try to catch our breath. “What the hell was that?” he says, panting.

I stroke his hair and laugh gently, my brain still too fried from the mind-blowing orgasm to form a coherent sentence. And I figure it’s a rhetorical question anyway. At least I hope so, because I have no logical answer. That was spectacular and life-altering, and I have no idea how the hell I’m supposed to live the rest of my life without having that kind of sex again.