Saving Scout O'Brian (REMASTERED)

Eleven

Evelyn

I should stop this. I thought as her arms wrapped around my back, hauling me into her body, her lips searing straight through my skin to the battered soul beneath.

It's not right. My mind insisted again, as her mouth broke from mine and her hands pushed me back towards the piano.

I shouldn't be here-, the thought left me as her smooth mouth slid to my jaw, her tongue darting out to lick a slow path of fire all the way to my collarbone. I tilted my head out of instinct, a gasp ripping from my mouth before I could contain it. Her fingers found my hips and lifted me onto the top of the piano effortlessly, and then she was wedging her body between my parted thighs. A throaty groan vibrated from her throat and I jerked as heat slid to my core.

My fingers crawled through her hair, pulling gently on the strands as her lips found a particularly sensitive spot and sucked. She pulled sounds from me that I didn't know I could make, and I was lost to the pleasure of it, the heat and strength of her body encasing me in warmth. Her rough touch slid beneath my shirt, and I couldn't have stopped her if I had wanted to, because at the first glide of her calloused fingers against my bare ribs, all the breath left me.

"Evelyn." Her velvet voice slid over me, touching me in places that had long been shut away. I blinked her face back into focus and sucked in a deep breath.

My lips parted to take her in. That sinful mouth, slightly puffy and reddened from our kiss, and her eyes, dark fathomless pits, glittering like black diamonds. Her pale skin was nearly glowing, and I couldn't fathom how, in this moment, she was mine. My fingers still buried in her hair, I slid them down to trace her sharp jawline, and her eyes darkened even further. I had secretly loved that she was quite a bit taller than me, but now I was the one above her, and with that look in her eyes, I knew she was still very much in control.

"Evelyn." She purred again, and my back wanted to bow in response.

"Yes?" I barely breathed.

Her fingers came up, gently grasping my wrists, and the memories inside me battered against their cage, threatening to send me back to another time. I was unaware that I had stiffened until she placed a gentle kiss on the inside of my palm, placing my hands behind me, her front pressing me back against the piano. For the first time, she seemed almost unsure, and the expression was so unusual for her that I almost laughed.

"What is it?"

She pulled her bottom lip in between her teeth. "I want to give you something."

I knew immediately what she was asking, and I as much as I knew I would hate myself for it later, I was very glad I had locked the door behind me when I came in. I arched a teasing brow, leaning back on my forearms, watching the way her muscles bunched and her fingers tightened on my hips. I knew it was dangerous to tease her, because I knew she was capable of utterly destroying me, but honestly, I fucking wanted it.

"Okay."

Her unease fled and she grinned, a wolfish expression that should terrify me but only had excitement fluttering in my chest. Not a second later did her mouth crash into mine, all teeth and tongue as she claimed me, the tethers holding her back snapping and falling to the floor. She kissed me so passionately that there was no denying what was between us. She pulled me from the piano to the carpet, her hips fitting deliciously against my own. Raining kisses from my jaw to the swell of my cleavage, her fingers slowly slid my blouse up, and a shuddered groan spilled from my lips as her warm palm wrapped around my right breast. My nipples hardened to the point of pain, and I had to bite my lip to keep from panting.