153: The attack

SCARLETT

I knew that look. I was most likely mirroring too.

“I need you, right now,” Blake squeezed my bare thigh under the table while undressing me with his mesmerizing eyes.

We’d only just arrived at the beach resort and settled in our seats for dinner, but from the way we’d been exchanging sensual looks in the car until we got here, it was evident that food was the last thing on our minds.

“I need you more, baby,” I breathed the words, and my breath caught in my throat right after when his fingers rode higher up my thighs.

Our anticipation was justified because we’d barely spent more than a couple of minutes in person in the past two weeks because he was always busy. We’d even worsened things by doing a disturbing amount of sexting in that time.

Now, I knew that all the things we’d said we were dying to do to each other was all that was running through both our minds as we locked our heated gazes.

“Fuck,” he hissed when his hand grazed my inner thigh and I let out a subtle moan.

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