Chapter 11
Limit knew that taking her hand was a step he wasn’t entirely prepared to take.
In fact, he almost turned around and told her never mind- once she knew the truth- she would hate him.
Sure, Rayna spilling the beans about his job was bad.
Really bad.
He couldn’t even believe that Scarlett had kissed him back, but he hadn’t been able to stop himself.
Seeing her so bent out of shape over Ruby of all people got his blood boiling, and in a very good way. Every time he touched her she went all pliant and soft in his arms, and Limit wasn’t used to soft.
He was almost certain he didn’t want babies or marriage or a white picket fence, but he couldn’t deny himself the pleasure of tasting her sweet, supple skin one more time…
Could he?
I’m a selfish bastard if I say yes, aren’t I?
Scarlett was following along behind him as if she trusted him to lead her.
That’s what Limit did best: lead.
He’d led his unit into war and now he led his brothers into battle whenever duty called.
Leading Scarlett into his bedroom under the assumption that there would be strings attached?
That was an entirely different battle field, and one he hadn’t conquered in over ten years.
“Limit?”
He stopped moving when he heard her voice behind him.
Suddenly, he didn’t know if he could do it.
Would it be leading her on?
Besides the fact that Ox would literally cut his tongue out if he hurt her, he knew what it was like to have his heart broken.
It was a feeling he wouldn’t wish on his worst enemy.
He certainly didn’t wish it on Scarlett Hunter.
They weren’t alone in the clubhouse; just at the other end of the hall, he could hear everyone still laughing and having a good time.
“What is it?”
Scarlett tightened her hold on his hand before she whispered, “Make me feel alive again.”
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Scarlett could almost taste the hesitance coming from Limit. During their first encounter, she’d been the nervous one. When it came to pleasing her body, she had no doubt that Limit was a master.
But, when it came to satiating her mind?
Well, that was another story entirely.
Scarlett hadn’t lied when she told him she was a romantic. She hadn’t married Scott because she didn’t want to settle, and she already knew that she could never have half of a man like him. Limit had already gotten inside of her head and if she let him inside of her panties again, she’d be ruined for any other man.
“Do you want me?,” She asked softly.
The hallway seemed to make her words echo around them, and even she could hear the vulnerability in her own voice.
But, she couldn’t walk into his bedroom blind.
Not when she had so much going on in her own life.
“You know that I do,” He said as he looked at her over his shoulder.
Scarlett knew she wouldn’t get any promises out of Limit, not yet at least- so she made a small request instead.
“Hold me for a while afterwards, okay?,” She whispered.
Limit cast a small smile her way and his grip on her hand tightened considerably.
“I would have held you before, Scarlett.”
Before being their one night stand.
That’s all I needed to hear.
True to his word, Limit led her to his room without stopping.
He didn’t make eye contact with anyone in the great room, and neither did she. It seemed to her as if he had his eye on the prize, and the prize was her.
Scarlett liked the idea of being a prize to him, to someone, but especially to Limit.
Apparently, she wasn’t meant for one night stands, because as he opened the door to his room, her entire body came to life beneath her silk blouse and designer jeans.
Limit didn’t bother turning the light on, no, he simply locked his door and buried a hand in her hair as he dragged her body to his.
She could feel every inch of hard muscle beneath his shirt as she wrapped it around her fists. His tongue was relentless as it fought hers for dominance, but hell, she never wanted to lose a fight more than she did then. His hands slid lower until he gripped her hips, his nails biting through the fabric to bruise her sensitive skin.
Her labored breathing was the only sound between them as he tugged on the ends of her blouse and ripped it in two, sending buttons flying. The price of the shirt didn’t even register as the silk fell to the floor, revealing her breasts. Scarlett pushed his cut from his broad shoulders, her fingers taking the time to reacquaint herself with the warmth of him.
He grunted under his breath when she nipped at the side of his neck, drawing the dewy skin between her teeth and sucking hard enough to leave a mark.
“You tryin’ to brand me, babygirl?”
Scarlett huffed a breath and looked up into his dark eyes, shrugging as she slid from her pants.
“I plead the fifth.”
Limit’s mouth twisted into a sexy smirk that had her pussy wet in an instant.
“Say something dirty, Scarlett. Make it filthy, and I promise I’ll make you come.”
She was thankful her cheeks were already flushed otherwise she’d be blushing like a nun at his words. As he pulled his shirt over his head, she found herself marveling at his body. All scars and tattoos and smooth, tan skin…
“Let’s hear it, baby. Tell me somethin’ dirty,” He demanded as he reached for the button on his jeans.
Scarlett was still watching him when she sucked in a breath and nodded.
“I…,” She trailed off when he looked up at her from beneath his perfect lashes. She caught a sight of his dimples, and knew then and there that Limit was the only man she’d ever lose her head over.
“Come on,” He urged.
“I finger-fucked myself to the thought of you at least a hundred times. The way you feel inside me, the way you bend my body to your will,” She admitted.
She was blushing now, but Limit didn’t stop to take notice.
He stripped out of his pants and stepped out of boxers before he kicked them aside and strode towards her.
They were both completely naked, and when he pressed her against his chest, she sighed with relief.
“Good girl,” He growled.
He lifted her up in his arms and wrapped her legs around his waist before he pressed her against a wall.
The cold surface was harsh against her warm body, but she didn’t care.
It only added to the sensation of his mouth, wet and open, against her collar bone.
Good girl, I’m his good girl…
Limit’s teeth scraped against the underside of her right breast as he sucked her pebbled nipple into his hot, hot mouth. Scarlett whimpered, she couldn’t help herself.
She scaled the back of his head with her nails as she shuddered against his rough hold.
His hard cock brushed against the inside of her thigh, so close to her throbbing cunt that Scarlett ground her hips against his just to get closer.
Closer, closer, closer.
“Do you feel how fuckin’ hard you make me? I’ve been hard like this for weeks, babygirl. Thinkin’ about your tight little body wrapped around me,” He whispered gruffly as he palmed both her tits and pressed his mouth against hers.
Scarlett squirmed against his hard body, her hand snaking down to wrap around his velvety smooth dick as she arched herself against him.
Limit wasted no more time as he thrust inside of her, his palms meeting the wall above her head.
Scarlett used that chance to wrap her hands around the back of his neck as he kissed her deeply, his tongue clashing with hers.
Her thighs were shaking as he slid out of her completely only to slam home again, his forehead pressed against hers.
“So good, so good,” He murmured.
Scarlett found herself crying out his name, the only name stuck in her head on replay for weeks. He was muttering in her ear, saying something she couldn’t quite understand, but that didn’t matter- especially not when he slid one hand between them and circled her clit as if they were old friends.
“Yes, yes,” She whispered fervently.
“Let me hear you ask for it,” Limit demanded.
His light eyes were practically black, his irises were so dilated- he looked like a demon ready to devour her soul, and Scarlett wasn’t entirely sure he wasn’t.
“Make me come, please let me come,” She begged.
Limit only smirked in the dark, the shadows playing across his face like a second skin.
“That’s my good girl,” He huffed from between clenched teeth.
Scarlett tried not to take his words to his heart, she wasn’t his, and probably never would be…
But, he made good on his promise.
As his fingers rubbed against her clit his tongue rubbed against hers and in no time at all, she was gripping his shoulders to keep herself steady as her orgasm crashed through her. Her heart was pounding, her blood was roaring in her ears, and her body.
Well, if she wasn’t holding onto Limit, she was sure she’d be floating.
“Fuck, you’re so sexy when you come by my hand. This pussy is mine. Say it.”
His words came out only slightly higher than a growl, and the sound had her shivering.
Scarlett rushed to appease him.
“It’s yours,” She said breathily.
Limit ducked his head and trailed his nose along the curve of her cheek before his mouth met the shell of her ear, “Tell me you’re mine. Say it. Just this once. ”
Just this once…
Scarlett groaned when he almost slid out of her completely before roughly slamming into her again, making every nerve ending in her pussy sing all at once.
“I’m yours, Limit.”
Scarlett’s eyes shot open when he kissed her gently and lifted her into arms, spinning her around so that she was laid out on his bed on her belly.
“On your knees, Scarlett.”
Scarlett scrambled to her knees, willing to give him whatever he wanted if he’d only make her come one more time.
She felt his calloused palms skate across the backs of her thighs before she heard a shuffle and felt his cock at the mouth of her pussy again.
“Hold onto the headboard,” Limit ordered.
Scarlett glanced at him over her shoulder, her thighs clenched together.
He nodded towards the headboard, his brow furrowed.
Scarlett took that moment to admire his hard body; all shadowy planes of sinewy muscle and tattoos and damn was he fine.
As her fingers wrapped around the headboard, his hands gripped her hips, and she felt his cock press against her clit.
She hissed, looked back at him over her shoulder as his big body wrapped around her like a storm cloud.
“You’re gonna take all of this cock like a good girl, aren’t you?,” He asked.
Scarlett felt a glimmer of fear at his words, but she’d already taken him twice now; she could do it again.
She wanted to please him the way he pleased her.
She could relinquish control again, just like she had that first night.
“Yes,” She whispered.
Limit slid home then, his big cock filling her almost to the point of pain; the new angle was surely what made the difference. Her painted fingernails curled around his headboard as he thrust into her again and again. He wrapped one hand around her waist from behind, palmed her breasts while his teeth nipped at the back of her sweaty neck.
She was panting, but then so was he. Obviously together, they made magic. It had to be, because Scarlett was still in awe of just how well he seemed to know her body.
Yeah, magic had to be exactly what was happening between them.
“You feel so good,” She whined when he hit her g-spot again.
Limit grunted before he buried his hand in her hair and yanked hard, bringing her entire body back against him.
“You’re mine, babygirl. Mine.”
His fervent words sparked between them like a flash of lightning, and it burned her to her soul.
Scarlett agreed, if only to make the moment last a little longer.
She wrapped one hand around his forearm and worked her hips against him, squirming to get closer, to get more.
If she could have all of him for one night, she’d take it.
Just as her orgasm began to crest, Limit swore under his breath. His jerky thrusts matched hers, his breath filling her ear as he fucked her hard.
The hand pressed against her chest slid upwards to gently wrap around her neck as he buried his face in the crook of her shoulder, his scruff scraping against her soft skin.
He swore under his breath as his jerky movements slowed, as they came together.
Scarlett was still coming down from her orgasm when she felt his lips kiss a trail along her shoulder, his tongue leaving behind wet spots that caught on the breeze and gave her goosebumps.
Limit wrapped a hand around her waist to steady himself as he laid down on the bed beside her.
He reached for her, no questions asked, his arms outstretched.
He’s going to hold me.
Fuck it all, he’s going to hold me just like he said he would.
As Scarlett fell into his arms, she tried not to think about how perfectly she fit there. As if they were two pieces of a puzzle, and together they just worked.
Limit didn’t hesitate to wrap his arms tightly around her as he nuzzled the hair on top of her head.
Scarlett wanted to ask him what was happening between them, but she didn’t dare.
Instead, she closed her eyes as he pulled his comforter over the both of them, her entire body exhausted from not only their lovemaking, but the events of the day.
His…
He called me his…