Warning! Mature content.
Ian was lucky not to have gotten in the tub to get wet and then wet Scarlet's bed as she might not be so willing to do this right here. He laid Scarlet on the bed, keeping his weight off of her. He couldn't help himself from wanting a little more after the look she just gave him.
If only Scarlet knew how she looked at him, she would stop. Scarlet needed more mirrors in her bedroom so she could see for herself how she looked right now.
"Our food is coming soon," Scarlet reminded Ian.
"It can wait," Ian replied, not interested in filling his stomach. He was more focused on filling the desire he had for the woman beneath him.
Scarlet was more touchy than she ever was as her hands were placed around his neck and Ian was close to losing it because of the finger she twirled some of his shorter hair around. He had been urging her to stop thinking and just do as she wanted, but one day, it might backfire on him.
