Scarlett wanted Wynn. In every way imaginable. She lay awake in bed at night and thought of all of things she’d like to do to him—and with him. Sure, he’d kissed her several times over the last few weeks when they could steal a few moments alone. Sometimes hard, swift kisses and a few times slow and lengthy ones that made her insides coil and sizzle.
Still, kissing wasn’t sex. Scarlett needed sex. Hot, passionate sex. With Wynn. Desperately.
“You busy?”
She felt heat rise in her cheeks as the object of her desires popped his head into Rhett’s office.
“No. In fact, I just finished up on the papers for incorporating Knox and London’s new business and tying it to their charity. I’ll pick up the signed papers in the morning and file them at the courthouse.”
“How about we go out for lunch?” Wynn suggested. “Much as I love playing Uncle Wynn and Errand Boy, it would be great to have adult only conversation with a beautiful woman.”
Scarlett stood and went to him, entwining her arms around his neck and giving him a soft kiss. “I can think of other things besides conversation. Other adult things, that is.”
“You think?” His eyes gleamed. “Like this?”
Wynn walked her backward a few steps and closed the door with his foot before spinning her around and pushing her against it. His body pressed against hers as his lips hovered above her mouth.
“Let’s play The Game of Life. Grown-up style.”
CHAPTER 18
Wynn had waited long enough. Almost six weeks’ worth. His one encounter with Scarlett Corrigan had been electric. He knew it. She knew it. They’d played this game long enough.
He wanted her. Now.
His hands went to her breasts and he laid flat palms against them. Slowly, he moved them in circles, feeling her nipples tighten and pebble through her silk blouse. He kept the motion up, his pace antlike, as his lips went to her throat. His tongue found her pulse, beating rapidly, and circled it. Then he captured each nipple between his thumb and index finger and rolled them. Immediately, Scarlett whimpered and pressed against him. Her fingers pushed into his hair. Her breasts began to swell.
Wynn nipped at her neck and then tweaked each nipple. A gasp escaped and he moved his mouth to cover hers. Before his tongue could plunge inside she opened and forced hers into his mouth, at war with him. He kept toying with her nipples, knowing it was driving her wild from the noises she made and how her fingers tightened on his hair.
He lifted his hands and she broke the kiss.
“Don’t stop,” she groaned.
Smiling, he moved his fingers to the top button on her shirt and opened it and then slid another open. He slipped a hand inside and let a finger trace the upper curve of her breast. Scarlett moaned again, her head rolling. Quickly, Wynn finished the job and pushed the shirt over her shoulders to her elbows, pinning her arms in place. The clasp of her bra was in front and he opened it, fanning it back, staring at the perfect globes.
“You are so beautiful.”
With that, he grasped her waist and bent until his mouth rested against a nipple. His tongue shot out and flicked across it. She bucked against him. He continued tasting and teasing her as she murmured his name, over and over, her head whipping back and forth. Wynn lavished attention on the breast and then moved to the other, repeating each move, hearing her suck in her breath.
He looked up. “Are you wet for me, Scarlett?”
“Yes,” she hissed, her eyes closed.
Wynn’s hands slid down the curve of her hips and found the edge of her skirt. He slipped a hand under it, his fingers skimming her thighs. Moving higher, he toyed with the seam of her sex, finding her panties damp. His other hand slid under her skirt and he pulled them down to her ankles in one, quick movement. Lifting her foot, he had her step out of them and tossed them aside.
He rose and as he did, he pushed her skirt to her waist, baring her. His eyes pinned hers as he inserted a finger into her. She kept silent, biting her bottom lip to stop its trembling.
“Do you know how much I want you, Scarlett?”
She swallowed. “Yes. Because I want you even more.”
Wynn slid another finger inside and began stroking her. His eyes held hers and he watched the gray grow darker as desire became stronger within her.
“I never wanted a woman as much as I do you. Here. Now. In this moment.”
It was true. He had no reason to hide it from her. By the look on her flushed face, she felt the same.
He found the sweet nub that would make her sing and began rubbing it. She bit her lip again, her breath coming more rapidly now. Their gazes remained locked. He wanted to see her climax. Feel it. Taste her.
She began to whimper again, her breathing quickening even more, coming in short gasps. Wynn picked up the pace, circling the nub, feeling her thighs tremble, seeing her eyes widen.
“Yes,” she said. “Yes. There. Oh, yes. Yes, yes, yes, yes.”
A squeal followed by something garbled came from her as her climax erupted. He watched every emotion flicker across her face and reveled in it. As she quieted, he removed his fingers and faster than lightning, unbuckled his pants and pushed them and his boxers down. Grabbing her elbows and securing Scarlett against the door, Wynn plunged into her, pumping slowly and then increasing his pace. He’d never been harder in his life.
His mouth sought hers and they kissed savagely until he came. She cried out against his lips and he knew from her spasms she’d orgasmed again. He stilled, pressing soft kisses against her mouth, as his wild heartbeat began to return to normal.
She gave him a lazy smile. “Know any other games to play?”
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