87 Confused (1)

"Scarlet."

The sound of her name leaving his lips and his hands roaming her body had led Scarlet to lose all sense of reason. This was quite unlike her but she could not resist it any longer. Not when his hands were on her and his mouth found its way to her skin, savouring her as though she was some kind of treat.

"Ian," Scarlet called his name, her hands lost in his hair to then give him a slight tug back so she could see his face.

She had truly made the mistake of entering a contract with this man because of where she ended up now. 

This was simply not enough. Scarlet needed to have more of him. He had placed this desire in her head and now she wanted more of it.

Scarlet loosened her hold of his hair and trailed her right hand over his shoulder down to his chest. His exposed chest always had her attention though she didn't like to admit it. She couldn't help wanting to see just how fit he was.