Rough Edges by Adriana Hunter

Author:Adriana Hunter [Hunter, Adriana]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Tangled Press
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

They’d barely gotten in the front door before they were pulling at each other’s clothes, tugging down zippers, undoing buttons. Scarlett grabbed the front of Wesley’s shirt and buttons scattered across the floor.

“Sorry.”

“Don’t be. I’ve got other shirts.”

He reached behind her, deftly undoing the clasp on her bra. She shrugged out of it and it fell to the floor alongside his shirt.

“Thanks for not trashing the bra.”

“No problem. I happen to like that bra.”

She smiled and he’d pulled her back against his body, his erection sliding against her stomach.

They’d stumbled down the hall, locked in a desperate kiss. Wesley maneuvered her into his room, tipping her back onto the bed, finally breaking the kiss.

He stood at the edge of the bed a moment, then reached over, flicking on the bedside lamp. His eyes roamed over her body, and for a moment she was uncomfortable. No one had ever looked at her like this, with a hunger that was almost palpable. It charged the room and it took her breath away.

“Turn over.” His voice was edged in steel, his eyes hard and glittering.

Scarlett blinked up at Wesley in surprise, at the request and the tone of his voice. She slowly rolled over onto her stomach. A thrill of anticipation ran down her spine.

She lay still, waiting for him to touch her, to tell her what to do or how to move. Instead, he was silent. Her mind went back to the club, to the times when he’d stopped touching her, stopped talking to her.

But she wasn’t blindfolded now and she looked back over her shoulder. Wesley was rummaging in the bedside table. He pulled out something and turned back to her. Smiling, he held up what was in his hand.

“Aloe gel. Helps with the sting.”

“Oh…thanks.” That wasn’t on the list of things she’d expected to hear from Wesley. But she realized the skin on her backside was sore. It felt like a really bad sunburn.

The mattress dipped as Wesley climbed on the bed beside her. Scarlett folded her arms, resting her head on her forearms, watching. Wesley squirted some of the gel in his hand, tossing the tube on the bed. He leaned forward, rubbing the gel across her skin. It was cold, and a flush of goose bumps skittered across her body.

“Sorry about the cold. But it’ll feel better in a minute.”

He was right. Under Wesley’s gentle touch, the stinging started to fade.

“That is nice. Are you always this nice to girls you play with?”

“Actually, I do. If they stick around long enough. It’s aftercare.”

“You used that word last night.”

“Yeah. It’s part of play, part of being a responsible dominant, to give aftercare.”

“So this isn’t anything new for you?”

He was still rubbing her skin. But his touch had gone from matter-of-fact to a sensual caress, his fingers sliding along the top of her thigh. Her breathing sped up just a bit, and she ran her tongue along her lower lip.

“Can I ask you a question?” She looked over her shoulder.

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