Chapter 67 CHAPTER SIXTY-SEVEN
Scarlett’s POV
It felt cool to know how to hack a safe. I felt like a total badass, kneeling there on the rug with the tools. I was trying to repeat the process on my own, focused on the steady pressure of the tension tool.
"Do these come in different sizes?" I asked, squinting at the small gap in the panel. "For different models, I mean?"
Blue didn't answer.
I looked over at him, and the air in the room suddenly felt heavy. He looked heated, his chest rising and falling in shallow, ragged breaths as if he’d just run a mile. Was the room hot? I hadn't noticed, but his skin looked flushed.
"Blue? What’s wrong?" I asked.
I shifted closer to get a better working angle on the safe while waiting for him to say something. In the process, my hand brushed firmly against the front of his jeans.
Normally, I wouldn't have even noticed. I was so deep in the zone of lock-picking that my surroundings should have been a blur. But my hand had brushed against something hard, hot, and incredibly firm.
I froze. My eyes widened as the realization hit me. Is he… aroused? Why? Right now?
He cleared his throat roughly and shifted away slightly, though he didn't go far. "Don’t mind me," he said, his voice low. "What were you saying?"
I tried to remember my question, but my brain had effectively short-circuited. How was I supposed to not mind the fact that Blue was visibly hard while I was sitting inches away from him? My mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water.
I racked my mind, trying to remember if we had ever actually kissed and I realized we hadn't. Now, looking at the tension in his jaw and the heat in his eyes, I was dying to know what those lips tasted like.
"I... I was asking about the tension tool," I stammered, my face flaming. "But it’s not important now. Just look at what I’ve done."
He leaned forward to study my work, but he didn't touch the safe. He just nodded, giving me a few more corrections and reminders about the internal sensors. I tried to pay attention, but my eyes kept flitting down unconsciously. I licked my dry lips, my heart thumping a frantic rhythm against my ribs.
"So, you understand?" he asked.
I nodded absentmindedly, not hearing a word.
Blue clenched his fists, the knuckles turning white, and made a move to get up from the rug.
"Wait!" I blurted out.
He paused, and turned to look at me. I blinked owlishly at him, my pulse racing. Was this the time to ask what we were? Would he close up on me if I pushed? Or would he just tell me we were nothing serious?
"Red?" he prompted, his voice a low warning.
That did it. I straddled his thigh in one smooth motion and pressed my lips to his before the fear could catch up with me.
Blue became so still I could have sworn he’d turned to stone. For a second, I thought I’d made a big mistake. At least I’d fulfilled my wish, I thought, preparing to pull away and run for the door. But as I started to draw back, his hand came down heavily on my thigh, pinning me to him.
"Where are you going?" he whispered.
"Huh?"
He swallowed hard, his grey eyes dark with a hunger that made my knees weak. "Kiss me, Red," he whispered, sounding almost scared of the request.
I got lost in those eyes for a second before wrapping my arms around his neck and pressing my mouth back to his. This time, he was ready. He parted his lips and immediately sucked my bottom lip into his mouth, hard. His hand moved to the back of my head, his fingers gripping my hair so firmly it bordered on painful, but the sensation only made my head spin.
The kiss was punishing. It wasn't soft or tentative. He pressed me closer until there was no space left between us, entwining his tongue with mine in a way that made my toes curl. I melted into him, my body feeling like it was on fire.
Unconsciously, I began to grind down against him, seeking relief from the ache building in my core. Blue let out a throaty groan, his hands sliding down to my waist to pull me even tighter against his straining heat.
The escalation was so fast it made my head reel. We were basically dry humping on the rug, the friction of our denim creating a heat that was becoming unbearable. I realized with a sudden horror that I could actually come like this with our clothes still on.
As if he could sense that fact, he forced me firmly down onto him, his hips thrusting up to meet mine. I pulled away from the kiss, a loud cry escaping my lips. I tried to clamp my mouth shut, embarrassed by the sound, but he caught my chin.
"Don’t do that," he breathed against my lips. "Those sounds belong to me."
I was climbing fast, the pleasure reaching a peak that felt like it was going to break me.
"That’s it," he whispered, his voice dark. "You want to come all over me, don't you?"
I couldn't even form words, I could only moan his name. But just as I reached the edge, a loud knock sounded on the living room door.
I jumped, startled, and tried to scramble off his lap, but Blue wasn't having it. He kept his grip firm on my hips, his face buried in the crook of my neck.
"Nobody comes in here," he whispered against my skin, his voice vibrating through me.
He squeezed both of my ass cheeks, pulling me down hard just as he gave one final, powerful thrust upward. The world tilted. I threw my head back, a silent scream trapped in my throat as my vision whited out into pure, dazzling light.
I stayed there for a long time, draped over him as I slowly came down from the high. As my sanity returned, so did my shyness. I couldn't believe what had just happened. But Blue was already moving. He pulled back, and I couldn't help but look down. The front of his jeans was soaked through, the dark denim damp with my juices.
I flushed a deep scarlet, but he didn't seem to mind at all. He stood up and, right there in front of me, started to pull his jeans off. It was the first time I’d ever seen his legs. They were strong, scarred, and covered in lean muscle. He looked incredible in just his briefs, and I noticed he was still very much hard. It looked painful, but he didn't ask me to do anything about it.
He just grabbed a clean pair of jeans from the drawer, stepped into the bathroom, and emerged a minute later looking completely put together. It was as if the last fifteen minutes hadn't even happened. I scrambled to fix my own hair and clothes, trying to look at least half as presentable as he did.
We left the bedroom and walked into the living space to find Stan standing in the middle of the room. He looked at both of us—his eyes lingering on my flushed face and then on Blue—with a knowing, quiet look. But he didn't say anything about it. He just turned to Blue with a serious expression.
"Boss," Stan said. "I have something to report."