Page 106 of Embrace

Sometimes I think she lets me watch her, no sudden movements to disturb the painting I’m constructing. She stands in front of my bathroom mirror, raking a wide comb through her hair. I know her routine by heart; it’s become my favorite part of the day.

I follow her, and my hand finds the bare skin of her waist where her tank top has ridden up.

“Let me do this for you,” I whisper, brushing her damp hair from her face. I pause to correct myself. “May I do this for you?”

In the mirror’s reflection, I smile at her confused look before she hands me the comb. I pass it across her scalp and she closes her eyes. I can see the goose bumps rise on her arms.

“So soft,” I whisper. All the rigidity in her frame crumbles and she breathes a heavy sigh, letting her shoulders drop and nearly hunch over.

As if she can’t take the slow movement, Scarlett turns her head, her lips just inches away, waiting for me to take them. So I do.

With her lips on me, she turns her body, ass pressed against the countertop and hips pressed into me. My fingers drift to her shorts, making her squirm.

“You okay, baby?”

“Mm-hmm.” She gives me a forced smile, those brown eyes alert.

“You sure? We can stop.” I pull away, but she doesn’t let me get far. She lifts herself onto the counter and tightens her legs around my abdomen. “Greedy,” I murmur.

“For you.”

Fuck. I pull her shorts down her thighs, letting them drop to the floor before I’m kissing her again, touching her, pressing her against me. My fingers dip into the elastic of her panties, and when I look down I see the green underwear printed with tiny cartoons.

“Ninja Turtles?” I smirk. “Cute.”

Scarlett covers her face with her hands. “I was trying to be smart about this,” she starts. “You were supposed to study today.”

“So these.” I crouch down, taking her underwear between my teeth. “Were supposed to deter me from seeingthis?”

“Well, they were supposed to determefrom ending up on my back. I don’t want to distract you.”

“Scar, you could be nowhere near my vicinity and I’d still be distracted just by the thought of you.” I pull her underwear down her legs. “Having you on your back is just a bonus.”

“Too bad it won’t help you on your exam.”

I think for a minute, then kiss her even lower. “Then test me.”

“W-what?”

I smirk, feeling her pulse vibrating underneath her skin. “Test me. Anything. Because I think it’s you who can’t focus when I’m around.”

She makes a sound somewhere between a scoff and gasp. “That’s not true!”

“Yeah?”

She narrows her eyes. “Fine.”

I dust my mouth over her clit. “Clock’s ticking, baby.”

“You’re really confident for someone who barely passed last semester.”

“I got myself a really good tutor.” I press harder on her clit and she whimpers. “Ask a question.”

“W-what happens if you get it wrong?”

“Up to you.”

A wicked smile blooms on her face. “Okay. If you get it wrong, I won’t touch you.”