Page 65 of Never Say Never

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Scarlett

“If we don’t get out of here, we may not make our reservation.” He groans against my neck, just below my ear, as his tongue swipes across my heated skin making slow, lazy circles.

“You promise?” I can’t help but tease him, leaning into his mouth, offering up my neck, begging for more. One more kiss, one more swipe...Never enough.

His palms run down my sides and his lips drop lower as he traces the curve of my collarbone and lower still, until his mouth meets fabric. Electric blue material that prevents him from devouring my breasts. I strain into his touch, relishing in the heat coursing through my veins as we say hello in the foyer.

“You little vixen.” He huffs out, his fingers digging into my hips.

“It’s just...” Breathless, I try to find the words.

“Me too.” He sighs, loosening his grip.

Pulling apart, his forehead falls forward, to rest against mine and wraps his arms around my waist. I try to catch my breath as he holds me in his strong arms.

He looks mouthwatering in his black trousers and black button down, with the top fasten left undone. Beneath his sun-kissed skin, where his shirt is open, I can see his pulse fluttering. His familiar ocean scent washes over me.

“Shall we go?” He places a kiss to my temple, lighting a fire and steps back, offering me his arm.

“Quite the gentlemen this evening.” I tease as he grabs my bag, that’s been sitting next to the door for two days, waiting for him to arrive and take me away.

“You have no idea.” He mumbles under his breath and a shiver runs down my spine at the promise of what’s to come.

He practically carries me to the waiting car, as anxious as I am to begin our weekend.

His smile is wide, reveling a tiny dimple in his chin as he ushers me in. The magnitude of having that smile directed at me is a bit overwhelming. He’s breathtaking, while remaining masculine. A sexy pirate. The corner of my mouth lifts My sexy pirate.

Butterflies swim in my stomach, but this isn’t some nursery school crush. This is something I can’t even put into words.

Once nestled safely in, he pops a bottle of champagne and pours us each a generous flute as the car pulls away. My neighborhood disappears in a blur, and I see that we’re headed to the heart of London. Cohen hands me my glass and scoots me closer to him, my legs drape over his lap as he proposes a toast.

“To taking chances.” He raises his glass and stares into my eyes.

“To taking chances.” I touch my flute to his with a clink, taking a sip and letting the bubbly wash over my tongue.

When we’ve both had barely half a glass, the crystal is removed from my hand and set aside as Cohen slides to his knees in the floor, in front of me.

“What are you doing?” I giggle, glancing at the blackout privacy glass in front of us, as his hands start at my ankles and slowly graze their way up over my knees, stopping at the hem of my bandeau dress which is riding dangerously high on my hips. My skin lights up under his hungry gaze and there is no laughter in his deep blue eyes as his palms gently pry my things apart.

His head dips and my eyes flutter close as his lips brush the insides, his five o’clock shadow tickling my skin as his head moves higher.

“Kissing you.” He answers like it’s the most logical thing in the world.

“The driver?” I ask, swallowing deeply, my legs falling open, wider to allow him access.

“Can’t see or hear a thing.” He grips my hips, siding me to the edge of the seat, the leather squeaking beneath us.

“Oh.” Falls from my lips as my head falls back against the luxurious seat as his finger tip swipes my sensitive bud.

“Yeah, oh.” He breaths against my sex as he pulls lace aside and tastes me, with a moan of approval.

My hands move to tangle in his hair and I shift upward, eager for more of what he’s offering. Mind blowing pleasure.

On a groan, he throws my legs over his shoulders and devours me like his life depends on it.

London flashes by in a whirl, but I don’t see. I’m too busy seeing stars, courtesy of Cohen.