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even a slightest bit offended by my rudeness; he seemed amused by it actually. “It will be a sign that you are totally screwed. And you know what I mean.”
     
    As soon as the door closed behind him, I leaned back against my chair, and closed my eyes, sighing; exhaustion overwhelmed my body and mind. I couldn’t think about anything but Scarlett: her perfect lips moving over mine; her body leaning against mine; her palms travelling up and down my chest; her scent making the fantasies in my mind go wild…
    Shit, looks like Oliver was right after all: I was in a whole mess of a trouble with this woman, I couldn’t even stop thinking about her for one minute.
     
    By the time I was ready to call it a day, I felt like I was about to pass out any second. My brain refused to work and I really needed a nice long nap; since last night, my stupid mind refused to shut up, and I didn’t close my eyes even for a moment.
    While Scarlett was still there with me, it was simply impossible to stop starring at her creamy skin, contrasting with my chocolate sheets; her silky hair tickling my shoulder and her luscious lips bei ng so close to mine. She was sound asleep, and I couldn’t wait for the moment she would wake up. I never wanted any woman as much as I wanted her. She was a little tipsy while we were trying to get to my bedroom, but still, her every move felt so damn intoxicating, as if I were drunk too, not from the alcohol, but her. We were so impatient; I doubted I ever undressed so fast.
    When we finally got into my bed, I was so hard, I thought I would explode any second, being a disappointment to her and myself, but I held out. Her palm slid down my stomach, and firmly wrapped around my cock, slowly moving up and down the shaft. My heart started hammering in my chest, and I could feel its fast beating all over my body, slamming through my veins and making me stop breathing. Fuck, it felt so unbelievably good. She looked up at me, but didn’t say a word, and I wondered how long she would be able to stay quiet with me inside her, but maybe she was just one of those women who was quiet during sex. Sure it didn’t happen often with me, but once in a while, there was the rare woman who was quiet during sex.
    I was so worked up, I could barely stop myself from pinning her to the sheets with my body and showing her just how close I wanted to be to her; I wanted to melt with her and become one with her. But I wanted her to lead in this game. I hadn’t had a hand job in a long time, and even though I couldn’t wait to do so much more than that, I thoroughly enjoyed it. 
    I bent to trail small kisses across her collarbone and all the way down to her hardened nipples, looking so damn inviting. The moment my tongue circled one of them, she closed her eyes, moaning softly. Fuck, the mere sound of it could make me come. The world around us felt surreal, like a dream; a dream I wasn’t ready to wake up from.
    I didn’t know what was so different about this particular woman, but I never felt so good with anyone before. I was even a little terrified, realizing that I would probably fall apart in her hands and never see her again after we are done. I wasn’t prepared for the feeling like that. I was so sure sex would never be anything but a physical satisfaction for me, my sudden loss of self-control was like a splash of cold water in the middle of January. Something must be seriously wrong with me…
    It was simply impossible to keep my hands to myself. I wrapped them around her waist, closing the distance between us enough t o suck on her neck. Too late, I realized that I left a mark on her skin. Even though I didn’t regret it, not even for a second. I wanted to claim every inch of her body with my lips, and she looked so hungry for whatever I was about to do next.
    She was watching me closely, responding to every small sound I made, increasing the speed of her moves, or slowing down, as if she could actually read my mind, knowing