Page 61 of Sinful Desires (Sinful #4)

Then she raised her eyes. Her finger curled, calling me forward.

Commanding.

Every muscle in my body pulled tight. I was already reaching for the door.

She slid back down, her ass settling on the hood, legs parted. Hands behind her to hold steady, spine arched.

“Do you like your little surprise, baby?” Her voice curled around the night air.

I stepped closer until the tips of my shoes touched the edge of her heels. My hands found her thighs, warm and soft under my palms. I sank to my knees between them, dragging her closer, my grip tightening on the backs of her legs.

“It’s the best one I’ve ever received.”

My mouth found her pussy over the thin slip of silk, my tongue pushing against it.

Her breath hitched, head tipping back.

“I figured a lap dance would be too cliché,” she whispered. “So, I decided an outdoor one was sexier.”

I looked up at her as I pushed her thong to the side.

She arched higher, legs wide, pussy wet. She knew what she was doing. She fucking knew.

And I let her, kneeling there like a man starving at the altar of something he’d kill for.

She rocked back, steady on her palms, tits rising with each breath.

Her thighs trembled against my hands, and I squeezed them harder, dragging her to the edge until her pussy hovered over my mouth.

“Fuck, Scarlett.” My voice was gone. “You don’t even know what you’re doing to me.”

She tilted her head, lips curling. “Then show me.”

I didn’t answer.

I bit the inside of her thigh hard enough to leave a mark. Her gasp shot through the air. My tongue flattened against her folds, hot and wet.

I licked her bare. Long, hungry, filthy.

She cried out, head knocking back against the car, hands fumbling for anything to hold on to. I gripped her ass tighter and shoved my face in deeper, devouring her like a fucking addict. Her scent, her taste, the way she trembled with each pass of my tongue.

I groaned into her, my dick painfully hard in my pants.

I sucked her clit into my mouth, biting down just enough to make her jolt, then eased the sting with my tongue while she yanked my hair like she meant to tear it out.

“Look at me, Théo.”

And I fucking did. Face buried between her thighs, eyes locked on hers as she started grinding against my mouth.

“That’s it. Knew you’d eat me out like a real man.”

A groan left my chest as I fucked her with my tongue.

She rolled her hips harder, chasing it, riding my face until she came with a shudder, head thrown back.

As I stood up, my hands dragged over her thighs, fingers slipping under the tops of her stockings, my tongue skimming her skin before I leaned back and looked down at her.

She stayed sprawled on the hood, legs parted. She looked at me through half-lidded eyes.

“Open your present, soldier.”

My hand went to the silk bow between her tits. I grabbed it, tugging slowly, and the knot unraveled in one smooth pull. The fabric slid apart and her tits spilled free, perfect and bouncing slightly with the release, nipples hard.

I grabbed one and pinched it just enough to make her gasp.

She moaned, her fingers twisting in my hair before she framed my face with her hands.

I wrapped my arms around her waist, stood, and pulled her with me onto the hood. The engine still roared beneath us as I sat and drew her onto my lap. The engine still roared beneath us as I sat on the hood and pulled her onto my lap.

My mouth went straight to her neck. I bit her hard, tasted her, dragged my tongue along her pulse as her nails scratched down my skin.

She kissed me like she wanted to shut me up forever, then pushed back, slipping off me.

She walked toward the cliff’s edge, the sea waves moving gently below, her bare back glowing in the moonlight, hips swaying with every step.

Her hands lifted to the sky, then she looked at me over her shoulder.

“Look at the view, Théo. It’s so beautiful.”

I didn’t look past her. Didn’t need to.

She was the most beautiful thing my eyes had ever landed on.

Nothing out there could compare.

“It is, baby.”

She laughed, eyes gleaming, and ran back toward me, heels clicking against the rock.

I caught her before she could even fully reach me, lifting her into the air as her legs wrapped tightly around my waist.

I made love to her for hours out there.

Bent over the car in those heels, hands flat against the hood as I gripped her hips and slammed into her from behind.

In the backseat, her nails digging into my shoulders while I fucked her missionary, her moans muffled against the leather.

Then on the rocks, the night pressed against her skin as she rode me with her head thrown back, stars in her hair, her body clenching around mine.

The wind carried her sounds. My name, broken and filthy on her tongue.

When I finally collapsed beside her, our bodies stuck together, the sweat still drying between us, she turned her face to mine.

“I don’t want to go back to New York.”

I kissed her temple. “Why, mon amour ?”

She didn’t answer right away.

Just raised a finger and traced it down the center of my chest, then folded herself around me like she couldn’t stand the space between us.

“Because nothing back there feels real. This is the first time in forever I’ve actually felt happy.” Her hands moved across the ink on my skin.

“If you could do anything right now?…?anything in the world, what would it be, Scarlett?”

She let out a bitter little breath. “I’d take a hiatus. Strip it all away. The fame, the pressure, the paparazzi. I’d figure out who the hell I am when no one’s demanding pieces of me.” She hesitated. “Do you think I’m weak for wanting to run?”

I grabbed her chin gently, making her look at me.

“No. I think it makes you strong.”

Her lips parted but no sound came out.

“It takes guts to walk away from everything the world says you should want. To choose yourself? That’s not weakness, baby. That’s survival.”

My thumb brushed her jaw.

“You’re not running. You’re reclaiming what they took from you.”

Her hand stopped over my heart. She blinked hard. Swallowed.

“And you? What would you do, Théo?”

My eyes drifted to the shining sky.

“I’d follow your heartbeat until my body gives out. Stand behind you when the world turns. Beside you when it burns. Beneath you when words fall short.”

I looked at her. Her eyes burned brighter than every star trying to outlive the night.

“That’s what I was made for, Scarlett. To serve you until the day I die.”