Scarlett Crawford, a widowed mother with a young daughter depending on her, struggling to keep her life and emotions in check, but with the help of her best friend and her big brother she does what she can. But will a chance encounter with an attrac...
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Scarlett
"Noah," I was trying to sound seductive, but inside I was nervous as hell, "Take me to your room."
His hand tightened and grew damp in mine, letting me know he was just as nervous. Noah led me down the hallway to a closed door.
"Are you going to show me your room?" I asked, leaning toward him, pressing my hands against his muscular chest. I could feel his heartbeat quicken at my touch, making me tingle all over.
"Are you sure you're ready to see it?" Noah's voice was deep and husky as he spoke. I nodded and pressed myself closer to his body, making him lean against the wall. "Scarlett," Noah hooked his finger under my chin, making me lock eyes with his, "Are you sure you want this, because we don't..." I cut him off by crashing my mouth hungrily to his.
Noah hesitated for a fleeting moment, obviously still unsure if I was ready for this. But I needed it, I wanted it. I wanted him. He grabbed my hips, digging his fingers in, while reciprocating the urgency of our kiss and spun me around so we had traded places. With my back hard against the wall and his warm body pressed firmly against mine I could feel him growing against my thigh. Then he pulled his mouth away from mine, causing me to whimper.
"Scarlett, I.." he all but growled my name but I cut him off again.
"Look, I know this is going faster than either of us anticipated, but I want this." I rushed the words out and wrapped my arms around his neck, bringing his face closer to mine then turned my head to whisper in his ear, "I want this." I repeated, "I want you Noah."
An almost animal growl escaped Noah's throat as he dug his fingers into my hips again, before reaching for the door handle, shoving it open. The door bounced on its hinges aggressively as Noah pried his body from mine and looked me lustfully up and down, before locking eyes again.
"You better come in then." Noah slowly walked into his bedroom. There were clothes on the end of his unmade bed and a damp towel on the floor that he kicked into an open doorway, revealing a bathroom.
"Give me a minute?" Noah nodded as I excused myself. I closed the door behind me and leaned against it, closing my eyes. I just needed a few deep breaths. I hadn't been with a man in over a year, before that I hadn't been with anyone but Andy. Oh god, what if I'm no good at this? I kicked of my heels and walked across the small bathroom to the mirror above the sink and stared hard at my own reflection. "You can do this, you've got this." I said to myself, barely audible.
I could hear Noah bumping around on the other side of the door and smiled. Probably cleaning his room. I looked back at the mirror and smirked when I noticed a white button-down shirt hanging on the door behind me.
~ ~ ~
I opened the bathroom door slightly and saw that Noah had indeed attempted to tidy his room. He was sitting on the edge of his bed facing me and stood politely at the sound of the door opening. A breathy "Whoa," slipped through his plump pink lips, as I stepped into the room wearing his shirt from the bathroom door, open over my white underwear and exposing the bare skin between my breasts. What I'd hoped was a seductive smile sat comfortably on my lips as I made my way slowly toward him.
