You've Got Fail(28)

“Up here, Sparky.”

“Right.” He licked his lips and stood. “I’ll walk you out.”

“Thanks.” I headed back toward the front door, his living room décor masculine and friendly in the morning light. The set of Transformers action figures along the back of the kitchen sink made me smile, and I couldn’t miss the books scattered all over the place. The whole apartment said “bachelor,” or more accurately, “Willis.”

I reached for the front door handle, but his hand met mine, covering the back of it.

“You sure you have to go?” His warm breath tickled my ear as his palm lighted on my waist.

Leaning back against his hard chest, I ached for a chance at mindless abandon with him. His hands, his mouth, his everything.

My heart thunked hard against my ribs as he dotted light kisses along the side of my neck. I could leave, just walk out and keep things professional—that was the smart plan. His kisses numbed my logic, each flutter of his lips a step closer to disaster. But nothing about this was a good idea. He’d agree with me if he’d been thinking straight.

Problem was, I’d never played it safe. I turned, and he kissed me full on the mouth, his tongue twirling with mine as he twisted me to face him and pinned me against the door.

Had I ever been kissed like this? He tangled a hand in my hair, roping it and pulling so he could deepen the kiss. I dug my nails into his back as he pressed his body to mine, my nipples brushing his chest with each hasty breath. Sliding one hand to my ass, he gripped, and a small moan escaped me. Our tongues caressed and sought, each of us giving the other our breath, our heat. He kissed with a rough intensity, a need that matched my own.

I hitched up a knee as he slid his thigh between my legs. He smoothed his palm down my skin, edging beneath the fabric of my dress. I gasped as he came up for air and fastened his lips to my throat. Pleasure overrode every other emotion that tried to flicker to life inside me. When he shifted his leg against me, massaging my pussy with small strokes, I went weak like the love-starved hussy I was.

He shifted both hands to my ass and lifted, returning us to his bedroom as he took my mouth again. Laying me down, he covered me with his body. I kept my legs wrapped around his waist as he settled us into the bed, his mouth drugging me with kiss after kiss as he rocked his hips against mine. My clit was already throbbing, desperate for attention, and the thin fabric of my panties soaked.

I clutched his hair as he kissed to my chest, his tongue dragging a trail of fire along the tops of my breasts. My back arched, and he yanked down one side of the dress and captured a hard nipple in his mouth. A streak of arousal burst through me, coating everything in heat, and my mind blanked. He sucked and licked the hard bud until I was writhing beneath him. Then he repeated it with my other nipple until I was nothing more than a puddle of need.

Releasing the stiff bud with a pop, he edged down my body. When his wide palms spread along my inner thighs and pushed, I opened for him.

“Fucking hell.” His dark blue eyes met mine as he shoved my skirt up my hips. “Pink panties.” He licked the satin. “So wet.”

“Oh my god.” I gripped his bedspread.

My phone vibrated. I tried to ignore it. He hooked a finger in the lace at my hips and began to pull. My phone kept vibrating. Not just a text, someone was calling me. No one ever did that…except Hannah. And only when she was in trouble.

“Shit.” I sat up.

“Whoa.” His fingers slipped away from my panties.

“My phone.” I snatched my bag from the corner of the bed and dug through it till I found my phone. She’d already sent a few texts of “911.” “Shiiiitt.” My fire doused, I scooted to the edge of the bed and stabbed the call button. “Come on, come on.”

“Scarlet?” Willis sat next to me and rubbed my back as I yanked the neckline of my dress back into place.

“She’s been texting me. And she called so—”

“Hey.”

I’d never been so relieved to hear Hannah’s voice. “What is it? What’s wrong?”

“Pauly.” Her voice tremored. “He told me I have to work for him.”

“No.” I stood and hurried to the front door.

“Scarlet…” Willis called and followed me, but I wasn’t listening to him. All I could hear was the panic in Hannah’s voice.

“I’m coming. Right now. Stay in the apartment. Don’t open the door unless it’s for me.”

A sob rocketed through the speaker. “I’m getting dressed. He’s outside. I have to go.”

“No!” I stabbed my feet into my shoes and rushed into the hallway.

Willis cut past me and hit the down button on the elevator for me.

“You stay right where you are, Hannah. Don’t move. I told Pauly I would work this out. He needs to be patient.”

“I’m the one who screwed up, so I should be the one to—”

I hurried onto the elevator once it opened. “I don’t care who screwed up! We are in this together. I’m coming home. I’ll talk to him.”

The elevator doors closed and we descended, though I barely noticed Willis in the carriage with me.

“If I could just…cards…maybe…” Hannah’s voice died as I lost the signal.