Page 45 of Trick or Treat
“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. I’m not one ofthem.” I keep a sweet smile on my face, attempting to reassure her.
Shebores her eyes into me, taking her sweet time to sweep her heavily drunken gaze over the tattoos that cover almost all of my skin, trying to make sense of some of the artwork. I step into her, lightly pressing the front of my body against hers, making sure she can already feel how fucking hard I am. I expect her to blush due to our close proximity, so I’m surprised when she reaches out and grabs the hem of my shirt, pulling me closer so our lips are mere fucking inches apart.I wasn’t expecting that. But I’ll take it.
She rises on her toes, even in her heels, just to be able to reach my mouth comfortably. She kisses me without saying anything, letting her guard down with one of the only men she fucking shouldn't.Shit, should I kiss her back or pull away to pretend to be doing the right thing?
“Scarlett, is this what you want?” I ask her, trying to appear sincere, gliding my thumb over her glossy lips as her eyes follow my every move.
“Yes, it is, and I’m not just saying that because I’m drunk.”
As I grab the back of her neck and crash my lips down on hers, she laughs and hiccups, her cheeks turning pink. Hungrily, I sweep my tongue around in her mouth, tangling it with hers. I catch each moan that escapes her throat in my mouth and kiss her like she has never been kissed before. She’s panting against my lips when we break the kiss, and as she considers my offer to take her home with me, her eyes start to fill with curiosity.
“What’s that look for, Scarlett?” I ask in the most subdued voice I’ve ever used, doing everything in my power to avoid alarming her.
“Is your offer still open about coming home with you?” As she asks, she blushes and twirls a silky lock of her black hair around her finger.
“It sure the fuck is.” I grin and re-capture her lips, this time kissing her a little rougher, sinking my teeth into her bottom lip, causing her to softly yelp right into my mouth.
I might get myself into trouble with the boys tonight, but it'll be worth it.
When we separate for the second time, lust heavily clouds her eyes as she bats her dark, innocent lashes at me. Her smile is contagious, andI can’t help but return it, thumbing her puffy bottom lip, red and swollen from my sucking.
"You want to get out of here,Scarlett?" Her name rolls off the tip of my tongue slowly, causing a breath to hitch in her throat.
I run my fingers up her stomach, feathering the tips over her breasts and watching her chest heave from the sensation. I watch goosebumps form as I slide them up her silky, caramel skin, sweeping them across her collarbone and slowly gliding them under her chin. I grip her jaw tightly, tilting her head so her eyes meet mine. Desire swirls within them, and with each blink, her pupils dilate.
Smiling and still waiting for her answer, I ask her again. "Are you ready to go?"
"Yeah, let's go. Do you live far?" She unexpectedly reaches out and takes my hand as we begin to move down the alley.
I don’t know if she’s trying to get closer or out of fear of what might be lurking out here in the darkness, but I lace my fingers with hers and squeeze her hand firmly.
"I live a block away, so I figured we could walk or..." I grin, and she raises her perfectly sculpted brow in a question.
"Or what?" she finally asks.
"...or we could play a little game." Her eyes widen and her smile fades slightly as she hears the word "game," but she quickly recovers with a smirk.
"What kind of game?" We reach the end of the alley and cross the street once the cars have passed, her hand still clutched in mine.
"It's called chase you, taste you." Her eyes sparkle with wonder as I wink at her, drawing her deeper into the darkness as we walk down the dimly lit street.
"What kind of game is that?" she laughs, and it makes my fucking dick hard. Thank fuck, we're almost home.
"It's the kind of game where you fucking run, and I chase you... and when I catch you—cus I will—I get to taste how fucking sweet you are."She swallows hard, her grip on my hand loosening as if she wants to release it, but she doesn't.
“Oh.” That’s all she says, looking straight ahead as the thoughts in her head race, and I already fucking know what she’s thinking.
"Would you like to play? I’ll make you feel really good when we get back to my place.” I promise her, with no intention of lying.
“What apartment is yours?”
“That building, right up there.” I point as her big, brown eyes widen and a small, sweet smile spreads across her glossy lips.
“No way. Really?” She looks at me, fear no longer visible in her eyes.
“Yeah, why?”
“I live in the apartments across the street from yours. That’s funny,” she laughs, finally warming up to me, which works in my favor.