Page 169 of Scarred

His kisses feel like I’m holding the future that I’d just wished for.

Holding all the promises he’s silently making with each slow stroke of his tongue.

Running his hands up my back, they softly skim along my heated flesh, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.

“Thank you for today,” he whispers softly, breaking away. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen Scarlett so happy.”

“I enjoyed putting it together. I’d do anything for that little girl.” I bite my lip, but the words come out anyway. “I’d do anything for you, too,” I say quietly.

He studies me for a long moment, his thumb brushing across my cheek.

“You already do.” His voice is barely above a whisper. “Every time you bend down to talk to Scarlett…every time you make her laugh…every time you reach for my hand or sit behind my net…” His forehead falls against mine. “You choose us.”

I kiss him again, unable to form words as emotions bloom in my chest. I don’t think anyone has ever given me something more precious than those three words.

Our kiss becomes more urgent as our need for one another grows.

His hands run up my thighs, and under the pink sundress I’m wearing before they palm my ass and hold me tight against him.

“You’re dangerous,” he groans, finally pulling back. “You’re the one thing I have no control over.”

“I like it when you lose control with me,” I grin, pulling his lips back to mine. He’s hard against my panties, and I can’t resist the urge to rub down his length.

“Luna,” he growls in warning, and it just turns me on more.

“No one can see us,” I whisper in his ear. “I need you.” I pull his earlobe with my teeth before my tongue tastes the salt from his skin. “Please.”

I don’t know what’s got into me. Maybe it’s the three glasses of wine I’ve had. Maybe it’s seeing him hold a newborn…or the thrill of getting caught…

Or maybe it’s just him and the fact that no matter how hard I try, I can never get enough of him.

His hand moves between my legs, and I smile when I realize I’m getting my way. He pushes my thong to the side and sinks two fingers in, and I moan in pleasure.

“Jesus. You’re soaking wet,” he says in a low voice that sends a deep ache between my legs. Thrusting his fingers into me again, I could cum in seconds, but I want both of us to shatter together.

Here, under the stars and moon.

Reaching between us, I untie his board shorts, still damp from the pool.

“I should be stopping you,” he groans softly as I finally release him and stroke down the length of him. “Your dad would not approve of this in his own backyard.”

“The only daddy I want to be talking about right now is you.”

“God, why is that so hot?”

“I have no idea,” I giggle softly. “I’ve never called someone daddy before.”

“Nor will you ever, unless it’s me.”

Lifting up, I slide down on him, and we both moan every delicious inch on the way down.

“You feel so good, daddy,” I whisper in his ear. I’ve never been one to do the dirty talking, but judging by the way his grip tightens on me, it’s doing exactly what I want it to.

I move above him slow and deep wanting to savor every sensation he brings out of me.

“You’re so big,” I moan as he stretches me to the max, feeling him touch every part of me. “Makes me want to cum all over you,” I murmur near his neck before kissing behind his ear.

“Fuck, Luna,” he hisses before taking charge and slamming me down on him. His fingers dig into my flesh under my dress, and one more deep thrust has us both muffling our release with our mouths pressed together.