Scarlett Limerence

by K. A Knight

  His lips crash into mine and I gasp, he uses that and sweeps his tongue in before pulling back and licking my lips. I moan, grabbing his long hair and burying my fingers in the silky locks like I’ve always wanted to. He bites down on my plump lower lip before sucking it better. He teases my lips, his kiss like no other, and he owns me. Claiming my mouth, I savour his taste wrapping around me as we fight against each other to get closer, all our pent-up passion exploding in tongues and clashing teeth.

  There is nothing hesitant, soft, or kind about it. It’s need, pure, carnal need and I love it. He grabs my head, holding me still as he kisses me, and damn if I’m not a wet, shaking mess just from his bloody kiss. I’ve never felt this before. Sex was always okay, sometimes worse, but okay. I’ve had a few orgasms, mostly by myself or me helping along, but I’ve never felt this…insane heat. This need that I have to have him, that my body is begging for him, or that I might just come just from his lips. Every touch is electric, every sweep of his tongue, every feel of his rough fingers stroking my cheeks as he dips his head. It’s the difference between a spark and the whole fire. I crave it, nothing will ever be enough after this, no one else could replace him. I want his body imprinted on me the way he’s imprinted on my mind.

  I have to yank my mouth away to catch my breath and his name leaves my lips like a prayer. “Max.”

  He groans, the sound low and in the back of his throat, and it’s the hottest thing I have ever heard. He kisses my neck and down my shoulder, pushing the top of my shirt aside, trailing warm, open-mouthed kisses along my sensitive skin. Keeping his head against me, I tilt my neck to the side to give him better access, opening my legs and welcoming him between them. He fits there so perfectly. His hands trace up my thighs as he nibbles at my skin before kissing away the sting, making me pant and push into his mouth.

  “Scarlett.” The way he says it, all that need wrapped around my name like a goddamn plea.

  Releasing his hair, I trail my hand down his back, tracing the muscles pulling at his shirt before I reach the base of his spine and push it up, raking my nails up his back. He shudders, gasping against my skin before he grabs my chin and kisses me again, claiming my mouth once more. His hands are hesitant now as he strokes over my sides, pushing up my shirt and outlining my curves before cupping my lace covered breasts. Then he freezes and yanks himself away. I blink open my eyes to see him pressed against the far wall, watching me as he draws in uneven breaths, his hair wild and his lips red, his eyes still hungry. I try to calm my breathing, my hand drifting up to my lips, and he groans, his fingers digging into the wall as if to stop himself.

  “Home, get you home,” he rasps, before turning and marching out of the room, straight for the front door.

  I drop to unsteady legs, having to hold on to the counter for a moment, before I grab my bag. Wiping my mouth, I straighten my shoulders and follow after him. He’s standing in front of the door with his back to me and his hands balled into fists at his sides. “I want you too much,” he admits and I falter, my heart squeezing for him. I know the feeling. I won’t push this, not after that earth-shattering kiss. Instead, I look around and change the subject, giving him time to recover.

  “You don’t have any Halloween decorations,” I blurt suddenly, and he turns to see me, swallowing before looking around.

  “I never really decorate.” He shrugs, his voice still deep and dark. I cross my arms in front of my chest to stop myself from reaching for him.

  “Me either, I’ve always wanted to though,” I add.

  “Then we will,” he says simply and I smile, so grateful that Max moved here.

  What would I do without him?

  When I get home, I lay on my bed, replaying what happened over and over again. I can still feel him on my lips, his hands on my body. I don’t touch myself, even though I want to, no, next time I come, it will because of Max, with Max.

  I wonder if he knows just what he let free between us.

  Or does he not care, like me?

  Chapter Nineteen

  Maximus

  After I walk her home, I lock up and climb into bed, my lips tingling from our kiss. I can still taste her fruity lip gloss and feel her hands on my body. Groaning, I flop onto my back and stare at the ceiling, a snoring Milo curled up next to me. I shouldn’t have done that. Now that I know what she tastes like, I’ll never be able to go back, and next time, I know I won’t be able to stop myself from taking her, fucking her and owning her.

  My cock is hard, and my balls are fucking tight from the need to bury myself inside her and make her scream while I fuck her tight little pussy so good, she’ll never be able to go to anyone else. Fuck. Closing my eyes, I pinch the bridge of my nose, trying to breathe through my desires, but it has no intention of leaving. Instead, images of her bent over my table as I fuck her come to mind.

  Shit.

  Getting up, I walk to the window, unable to help it. There she is, moving around her room in just a tiny pair of shorts and a skin-tight top that her nipples are pushed up against. Imagining sucking them into my mouth, I shove my hand down my shorts. I turn away, breathing hard as I try to stop myself, but I’m unable to since she controls my body, so I spin back around.

  My light is off, but her light is on and she’s framed by the window, staring straight at me like she can see me in the dark. Maybe she always has. A slow smile curls up at her lips as she looks back at me. I should move away, I should pretend I wasn’t watching her, but I don’t. I just stare, observing my dirty little angel as she lifts her top up, pulls it off, and bares herself to my gaze.

  A breath hisses from my lips as I clamp my teeth together, my hands shooting out and grabbing the window frame to stop myself from reaching out to touch her like she’s here. My eyes drop to the feast before me, my tongue running along my lips. Her tight little nipples are rosy and puckered, her waist is tucked in and flares out, she’s all curves and I love it. She waits for my eyes to run back to her face before she slips her hands in the front of her shorts and shimmies them down her toned, shapely legs.

  She’s commando.

  All rational thought leaves my brain as blood rushes south and I groan out loud. Her pussy is bare, shaven, and she turns with a wink, showing me her perfectly plump ass as she slinks over to her wardrobe and grabs a t-shirt. I watch the whole time, my hand sliding into my trousers to grab my cock and squeeze, so I don’t come in my pants. She doesn’t even pretend to be shy as she moves back in front of the window, slowly dropping the shirt over her head, concealing her body from my view.

  Need rushes through me like never before. I ache for her, wishing she would rip that fucking shirt off. It doesn’t deserve to be against her skin, only I should be, sullying that perfect body with my own brand of lust and darkness. As if she hears my thoughts, she opens her legs more and runs her hand up the t-shirt, pulling it up to bare her perfect breasts again, twisting one nipple as she goes before she cups the weight, her breast spilling over her tiny hand. Her hand lets go and skates down her curved stomach, resting on her pussy, and hiding it from my view.

  She spreads her lips, showing me how pink and wet she is for me, and I watch as she strokes along her center, her mouth parting on a silent gasp and her eyes widening in pleasure, her face going slack. She circles her clit and I imagine pulling it into my mouth as she rides my face. Kicking off my jeans, I stroke my cock. I had promised myself I wouldn’t do this again, but she throws all my best laid plans to dust.

  Two fingers disappear into her tight little pussy, stretching her, and she widens her stance, her other hand parting her folds so I can watch as she rocks against them, fucking herself on her fingers for me. Then, like the naughty girl she is, she pulls them from her pussy, letting them glisten in the light, before sucking them into her mouth, her eyes on me as she tastes herself.

  She shivers and I roar, coming into my hand without even stroking myself. She gasps around her fingers, her hips fucking thin air, and I want to race over there and bur
y my face in her pussy and taste her release, but I hold myself back, slumping against the window and watching as she pulls the t-shirt down, covering that delicious body before winking at me. Turning away, she flicks off the light and slips into bed, and I’m left staring at her window with my chest ripped open and my cock already hardening again.

  Give me strength. Scarlett is a whole other type of torture and she seems determined to wear me down…and it’s working.

  The next morning, I text her early and tell her to skip her run and be dressed and ready to go. I want to surprise her. Last night, she mentioned Halloween and never being able to decorate, which annoyed me. She should get everything she wants, so if she wants to turn my house into a fucking house of horrors then that’s what we’re going to do. I shower quickly and pull on a long shirt and trousers, before pulling on my boots and jacket. Just as I’m closing my wardrobe, I remember her shivering the last couple of days…does she have a jacket?

  Frowning, I grab my phone and check out the maps as a plan forms in my head. I trek downstairs, and make a cup of coffee as I feed Milo then guzzle it down, feeling my phone vibrate from a text telling me she’s ready. She gets ready fast for a girl. Giving Milo a quick love, I leave him some treats before locking up and pulling up onto her drive. She’s there waiting for me, wearing a tight summer dress that showcases her long legs and the biker boots on her feet. I don’t know how she pulls it off, but it looks amazing, except she has her arms crossed—obviously cold—and rushes over and jumps in when I get there. I knock up the heat before pulling away.

  “Where are we going?” she asks, excited, almost bouncing in her seat.

  I smirk at her, twining our hands on the gear as I drive. I make sure to stop to get her a coffee and some breakfast, knowing she will have forgotten to eat, and she thanks me while she eats and I drive. I head to the shop first and pull up at the curb. “Wait here one second.” I jump out of the car, leaving her staring after me, bewildered, still sipping her coffee as I race into the department store. I pick up the jacket and head back out to her. I walk over to her door and open it, dropping the bag on her lap before climbing into the driver’s seat and pulling out of the space.

  I look over to see her trying to peek in the bag. “Open it,” I murmur, and she rushes to do so, freezing when she pulls out the supple leather jacket.

  I don’t know why I got her leather, other than imagining her in my jacket had my balls tight, so… “Max?” she says, looking at me in shock.

  “You don’t have one, it’s getting colder.” I shrug, and a wide smile curls her lips as she leans over and kisses my cheek, really close to my mouth, and I almost crash the car.

  “Thank you, Max,” she whispers silkily.

  I see her stroking the leather out of the corner of my eye and smile. I love making her happy and spoiling her, she deserves it. We drive in silence, heading over to the big store on the outskirts of town. Apparently, it’s the best place to get decorations. It’s a garden center, but they go all out for Halloween and Christmas—I looked it up this morning. I want her to have every kind of decoration she can choose from. When I pull up and park, she’s still staring at the jacket, so I reach over and pull her chin up and force her to face me.

  “It’s just a jacket, Scarlett, if I could get away with it, I would buy you the whole world,” I admit, and then I stroke her lips, unable to help myself. “We’re here,” I murmur, and she looks around, blinking and frowning.

  “Er, Max, do you want to get some flowers?” she inquires adorably and I laugh, opening my door.

  “You’ll see,” is all I say, and I rush around to open her door. She slips out, pulling on her new jacket and sniffing it. She looks fucking hot as hell in leather. I have to turn away, breathing deep. The jacket was a bad idea, fuck. Now I’m fantasising about her in other kinds of leather…or in nothing but that jacket. She slips her hand in mine, twining our fingers, oblivious to my dirty thoughts, and starts walking to the entrance, trusting me to lead her.

  She stops inside, her mouth dropping open while I chuckle and lead her over to the Halloween part of the store, which seems to take up all of the inside. She squeals, actually squeals, and tugs me forward, rushing to the aisles and picking stuff up and showing me before moving onto something else, not knowing where to look. Leaving her staring at a dancing Dracula, I head back and grab a trolley, and when I get to her again, she spins dramatically with a cape around her neck and holds her hands up.

  “Let me drink your blood,” she mocks in a deep voice and I laugh.

  Grinning, I grab her around the waist and dip her to the floor, pretending to bite at her neck. “Hmm, tasty,” I tease and she giggles, gripping my shoulder.

  A gasp has me looking over my shoulder at a little girl staring at us from the end of the aisle and I wink at her. “Don’t mind me, just catching my dinner.” Her eyes widen and she nods, pressing her finger to her mouth before spinning and racing away.

  I let Scarlett up and she grins at me. “We should get Milo a costume,” she suggests, excited.

  Poor dog, he would wear it for her though. “Get whatever you want, baby girl,” I tell her, pushing her hair behind her ear. She smiles radiantly at me then and moves away, letting me push the trolley as she shops. Watching her as she gets excited over every discovery has me smiling like a fucking idiot. She shows me each item before telling me where she’ll use it, and places it delicately in the trolley before racing ahead and grabbing something else.

  I watch her and her excitement is infectious. I’ve never enjoyed shopping so much, but Scarlett makes everything better, even the everyday, mundane things. She just proves you don’t need to go out of your way to find happiness, you can find it in the ordinary if you’re with the right person. I laugh again when she holds up a costume for Milo.

  “He’s going to hate it, get it.” I laugh and she giggles as she places it in the trolley before grabbing what looks like a top hat and reaching up and placing it on my head. She leans against my chest, tipping it a bit before lowering back to her feet and nodding. I let her. Everyone else in the world would be too afraid to even touch me, but Scarlett doesn’t care and I don’t give a shit, even if I look like a fucking idiot. She wants me to wear the top hat, I’ll wear the fucking top hat.

  We shop like that, me in the top hat and her in her cape, and soon the trolley is filling up and all I can think about is doing this again. What would it be like taking her shopping for Christmas decorations…or for our own home? Or shopping to decorate that home? I know I would enjoy it with her, and I can’t wait because I know one thing for certain—where Scarlett goes, I go. She’s my future.

  When we get to the till, the young man there gives us a double take before grinning. “Want me to take your picture?” he offers, and Scarlett nods and reaches for her phone, but before she can hand it to the worker, I pass over my phone wordlessly.

  Wrapping my arm around her, I pull her to my side, and just as the guy is taking the photos, I tickle her ribs, making her giggle as I grin down at her. He laughs with us and passes it back over. “You make a really cute couple,” he comments, as he starts to ring our items through. Scarlett moves to the end, starting to pack the bags while I look at the photos. He took more than one.

  In the first, I’m staring into the camera, my face blank and serious, and even I can admit I look scary despite the stupid top hat, while Scarlett is grinning. In the second, he caught her mid-giggle with her mouth open, her eyes sparkling, and head tipped to the side as I grin down at her, and even from here I can see the love shining in my eyes as I stare. The next makes my breath catch in my throat. He caught me looking back up with a genuine, full smile on my lips and my dark eyes alight, but it’s Scarlett…she’s staring up at me. Her smile wide, her eyes filled with emotion, and her hand on my chest.

  She’s looking at me like I’m her saviour, like I’m her lover. I swallow hard, but set it as my home and lock screen.

  Is that what I am to her? Coul
d she really love a man like me?

  One filled with scars, secrets, and more darkness than anyone should carry? I wield death, she wields laughter…could we ever work?

  I’ve heard the saying opposites attract, but I’m hoping that works here, because I know now that if I lose Scarlett, I’ll have nothing left to live for. When I lost Milo, my brother, it destroyed a part of me, a part I thought would never exist again, but Scarlett pulled it out of me kicking and screaming, and if she died…if she left…I would cease to exist, there is no Max without her, no future, present, or past.

  She is my whole world, my angel…will she fall for me?

  I load up the back of the Jeep. It’s filled to the brim and only makes my heart fill with happiness. When we head home, Scarlett describes how she will decorate the house with each thing, but then she seems to deflate, just stops, and I look over at her with a frown. “What’s wrong?”

  “I-I’m sorry, I didn’t even ask if you wanted your house decorated and you spent all that money…” She nibbles on her bottom lip, and I reach over and grab her hand, squeezing.

  “Decorate it however you want,” I demand, and she grins at me.

  “You sure?”

  “Yes, now, what were you saying about the bats?” I ask, wanting her to carry on…and you can bet I bought that fucking stupid hat to wear for her as well. I’m hoping she will let me wear it and nothing else.

  “Okay, so we could string them from the ceiling and have them hanging around…” I grin out of the front window, loving her imagination and how she isn’t afraid to tell me how she wants us to decorate. We’re experiencing it for the first time, all of it, and I can’t wait for all our firsts together.

  When we get home, she tries to help me unload the car and I wave her off. She starts decorating while I bring it all in and make us a warm drink, but when I head back into the living room, I stop cold. A laugh tumbles from me so hard, I nearly fall over.