Page 81 of House of Scarlett
Her grin grows. “You had the honor of liberating me from go-kart virginity, so I’m up for whatever he picks.”
As soon as she saysvirginity, my mind goes straight back into the gutter. I wish the steak in front of me would disappear in the next five seconds so I could grab her off that chair and carry her into the bedroom.
Fuck me.When is the last time I wanted a woman this bad? Never.
Scarlett is in a league of her own, and it feels like everyone who came before her was preparing me for this moment. It’s weird to think in terms of fate, but I can’t help it. This feels so damn right, no matter what the rest of the world thinks.
“I appreciate you keeping an open mind. Bump has a good heart, and he really likes you.”
“I’m excited. Will Roux come with us too? You know, you could’ve brought her with you. She was really well behaved when she came up before.”
“What are you talking about? When was Roux here?” Confusion clouds my thoughts as I try to think of any time when Roux would have had the chance.
Scarlett bites down on the middle of her lower lip, and I want to tug it free of her teeth. “You know, that night ... the night after the club when ...”
Her halting explanation cuts at me, because of how much I hurt her that night. I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to forgive myself for what I did, but in that moment, I didn’t know what else to do.
“Anyway, Bump and Roux came here looking for you. Zoe called a car to come pick them up.”
“Ah. Got it.” I bow my head, my appetite gone. “I’m so fucking sorry for what I did that night, Scarlett. You’ll never know how much I wish I could take that back.”
When I lift my gaze to hers, she’s staring at me with no judgment or anger on her face. She reaches across the table, around the flowers in the center, and covers my hand with hers.
“You already apologized. Leave it in the past. I have.”
And with those simple words, I can’t wait any longer.
I need my woman.
Now.
Forty-Eight
Scarlett
Gabriel rises from his chair,sending it sliding across the marble floor of the kitchen. “You get enough to eat?”
Oh. My. God.The expression on his face is the most potent combination of need and desire I’ve ever seen. I take a mental snapshot, captioning itGabriel Wants.
The anticipation that’s been riding me all day bursts back to the forefront, and my nipples harden into points. There’s no way he can miss them through my silky robe.
As I nod, my fork falls from my fingers, clattering on the table.
“Thank fuck.”
His words come out low and husky, but I don’t have time to think about them because Gabriel’s already moving my chair back and bending to pick me up. I’m weightless as he lifts me off the cushion. I wrap my arms around his neck, soaking up the heat of his hard body as need and want thrum in my veins. My heart rate skyrockets as he dips his head to breathe in the scent of my hair.
“I told myself we’d go slow this time.”
I turn my head to press a kiss to his jaw. “And I don’t care whether it’s fast or slow, so long as you’re inside me.”
He groans as if in pain and charges toward my bedroom. “Say stuff like that, and I won’t be able to make this last as long as you deserve.”
I thread my fingers into his hair and tug so that he’ll meet my gaze again. “I deserve you, Gabriel. That’s all. So stop worrying about slow or fast and all that, and just give meyou.”
He closes his eyes for a beat before opening them to reveal that piercing blue gaze, and this time, it cuts straight to the core of me. “You have me. No one else.”
I attack his mouth. There’s really no other description that fits. As I taste him and nip at his lips, I unleash the full power of Gabriel Legend.
