10
SCARLETT
Living Room Flow
Fuming, she stormed off down the street. The cold night air stung her face and seeped through her leather jacket, but she was too upset to care.
Myles Katsaros.
The name reverberated in her mind. She could see him with painful clarity—handsome, charismatic, always sharply dressed and ready to impress. He’d seduced her, promised to make all her dreams come true. Then when she least expected it, he’d stomped all over her heart and humiliated her in the worst way imaginable.
How could Traeger utter that bastard’s name to her face? How fucking dare he?
“Son of a bitch,” she hissed, blinking back tears of hurt and fury.
She hadn’t gotten very far down the street when Gage, Ryu and Zander caught up to her, surrounding her like her own personal security detail. Even in her anger, she couldn’t outpace their longer strides.
“Where are you going?” Gage asked.
“Where do you think?” she snapped. “I’m going back to the hotel.”
“C’mon, Scarlett, don’t be mad,” Ryu cajoled. “You know Traeger didn’t mean to offend you.”
“Yeah,” Zander chimed in. “You know how he is. He’s not happy unless he’s miserable about something.”
“It’s more than that,” Gage said grimly. “He had a fight with his old man before we left Boston. It was pretty bad.”
This took some of the edge off Scarlett’s anger. They all knew about Traeger’s troubled relationship with his father. He’d almost dropped out of college because of it. If they hadn’t intervened, God only knows what he’d be doing with himself these days.
“I’m not making excuses for him,” Gage went on. “He was dead wrong for what he said, and he knows it. Believe me, Scar, he feels like shit right now.”
Scarlett looked over her shoulder, scanning the faces of the pedestrians walking up the busy street. “Where is he, anyway?” she grumbled.
Ryu chuckled. “We made him stay behind and pay the bill.”
She snorted. “Serves him right.”
“Sure,” Zander muttered. “Except he’ll probably hook up with those hot blondes who were flirting with him. So, yeah, we really showed him.”
His envious tone made Gage and Ryu laugh. Even Scarlett cracked a smile.
By the time they got back to their hotel, she’d banished all thoughts of Myles Katsaros from her mind. She’d moved on with her life a long time ago. She refused to expend any more emotional energy on someone so undeserving.
When they entered the hotel lobby, the boys wandered off to the bar while she headed up to her room. The hotel was an upgrade from the flea-bitten dumps they usually stayed in when they were on the road. Yet another benefit of touring with a more successful band.
Scarlett had just stepped into the elevator and pushed the button for her floor when she was joined by a tall guy with two bimbos, one under each arm. She immediately recognized him as Leo Harry, Black Kross’s charismatic frontman.
He pressed the seventh floor button and then blinked at Scarlett like a meth-head surfacing from a hallucination. Then a slow grin crawled across his face and he slurred, “Hey…Drummer Girl.”
Scarlett smiled. “Hey—”
“Wait. Don’t tell me.” He snapped his fingers. “Scarlett, right?”
“Right.”
He nodded a few times. “I’ve heard you play. You’re really good. Fucking talented, actually.”
“Thanks,” Scarlett said warmly. “So are you.”
“Isn’t he?” the bimbos cooed, gazing up adoringly at their rock god.
He kissed each one on the forehead before giving Scarlett a lazy grin. “We should collaborate sometime.”
“Really?” She got a little excited. “We’d love—”
“Not the guys. Just you.”
“Oh.” Her bubble of excitement deflated, and she felt herself frowning. She wasn’t doing any collabs without her bandmates. They were a package deal.
Before she could say that to Leo, the elevator doors opened on the seventh floor.
Leo got off with his simpering groupies, winking at Scarlett over his shoulder. “Be seeing you around, Drummer Girl.”
She smiled lamely. “Yep. You will.” Obviously.
When the elevator reached her floor, she got out and made her way to her room. Once she stepped through the door, she saw the bouquet of gardenias that she’d brought over from the Knitting Factory before dinner. The delightful fragrance filled the room, bringing a smile to her face and lifting her mood.
She went over to smell the bouquet, smiling some more as she touched the soft petals and thought of Viggo. Pulling out her phone, she took a picture of the flowers and texted it to Nadia with the message: Look what #19 sent me.
She knew Nadia was probably cuddled up somewhere with Reid, so she didn’t expect to hear from her until tomorrow morning. But to her surprise, Nadia wrote back almost immediately: OMG! What gorgeous flowers! I told u that man is smitten!
Laughing, Scarlett responded: Don’t know abt all that. Hvnt heard from him since he texted to make sure I got here safely. That was hrs ago.
Stop worrying, Nadia admonished. He prbly went out with the fellas and lost track of time. How was the show???
Awesome, Scarlett enthused. Check my IG pics. But I wanna hear more about the chateau u found for the wedding. The pics look amazeballs!
IKR! Nadia gushed excitedly. We fell in love at first sight! It’s perfect for us. Can’t wait to show u!
Scarlett felt a sharp pang of homesickness as she typed: Can’t wait to see it. Where’s Reid?
She pictured her cousin grinning wickedly before answering: He went to get us some water. We just had an intense…workout.
Scarlett laughed. I bet you did, hussy!
A string of angel emojis followed that had her laughing even harder. Then Nadia wrote: He’s back now so…
Scarlett grinned lasciviously. Go drink that water, gurl! Slurp it up!
Nadia responded with laughing emojis. I’ll call u tomorrow!
Still grinning, Scarlett tossed her phone on the bed and instructed her Echo to play Jhené Aiko. As the opening notes of “Spotless Mind” poured out of the black cylindrical speaker, she headed to the bathroom to take a hot shower.
When she was done, she brushed her teeth and smoothed on some papaya body butter. Then she padded naked from the bathroom to reach her suitcase on the table by the window.
She’d packed Viggo’s old jersey, one of the best Christmas gifts she’d ever received. If she couldn’t be with him, wearing his jersey seemed like the next best thing. Well, not quite. But close enough.
Smiling to herself, she tugged on a pair of zebra-striped boy shorts. Then she slipped the jersey over her head, relishing the feel of it against her bare skin. The fabric was soft and warm, perfect for a cold winter night in New York. Not as perfect, though, as the lazy stroke of Viggo’s rough palms caressing her body. She wished she could feel those callused hands all over her right now.
When her phone chirped on the bed, she walked over and looked down to read the text, expecting to see another message from Nadia or Lennox or—God forbid—her mother.
Her pulse beat faster when she saw that the text was from Viggo. Finally!
U up? he wrote.
She smiled coyly, picked up the phone and typed: Is this The Swede?
The one and only.
Her smile turned into an outright grin. Before she could reply, she saw three small dots dancing on the screen. He was typing again.
She waited, literally, with bated breath.
I know it’s late and you’ve had a long day. But I need to see you. Can we Skype?
She felt a spark of pleasure so fierce it shot straight to her girl parts. He needed to see her. Not wanted. Needed. How fucking hot was that?
Biting her bottom lip, she texted back: Let me switch over to my laptop.
Hurry.
Well, damn!
Her pulse was racing with excitement as she tossed her phone on the nightstand, opened the bottom drawer and took out her laptop. She was about to flip it open when she suddenly remembered that she was wearing Viggo’s jersey. Not wanting to look like a superfan—or a puck bunny—she set aside her laptop and quickly rummaged through her suitcase for something to change into.
After swapping out the jersey for a cropped tank top that exposed her stomach, she climbed into bed and arranged the pillows against the headboard before settling back into them. With her laptop on her thighs, she logged into Skype, found Viggo’s name in her contacts and hit the Video Call button.
He picked up immediately.
Just seeing his face on the screen quickened her heartbeat and made her belly clench. She’d almost forgotten how absolutely breathtaking he was.
Those hypnotic gray eyes stared back at her. “There you are.”
“Here I am.” She sounded breathy.
His smile was slow and sexy. “You’re a sight for sore eyes.”
“So are you.” God, was he ever. His ripped arms were bulging out of a white wifebeater—ugh, she hated that word, but yum to his mouthwatering biceps. He sported a tattoo of the Swedish flag on his right arm and tribal tattoos on the other. He looked insanely hot and fuckable. Seeing him shirtless would have been even better, though she probably would have embarrassed herself by licking her laptop screen.
When his gaze lowered to her breasts, she felt her nipples tighten and poke at the fabric of her tank top. There was no mistaking the flare of lust in the eyes that slid back up to her face.
“Are you in bed?” His voice was husky.
“I am.” She practically purred the words. “You?”
“Not yet.”
“Where are you?”
“Living room.”
She glanced behind him. “It looks dark.”
“The lights are off.”
For some reason, it turned her on even more to think of him sitting in a darkened room staring at her face on his laptop.
As if on cue, “Living Room Flow” began playing in the background. Scarlett bit her lip as the seductive instrumental notes slid over her before Jhené began singing, “I’m so glad you called right on time. You must have just read my mind….”
“Holy shit.” Viggo was peering closely at her neck. “Is that a hickey?”
“Umm-hmm.” She smiled, reaching up to touch the faint love bite. “Thank you for the going-away present.”
His grin was sheepish. “I’m sorry. I guess I got a little carried away.”
“Don’t apologize. I love it when you get carried away.”
“It’s very easy to do with you.”
She smiled coyly, looking up at him from under her lashes. “Thank you for the beautiful flowers. The gardenias were a really nice touch.”
“I was hoping you’d think so,” he murmured. “Ever since Saturday night, I’ve been picturing you with that flower in your hair.”
“And wearing nothing else?” she said with a suggestive grin.
He gave a low chuckle. The sound was so sexy it curled her toes. She stared at his gorgeous face, wondering if the stubble on his jaw would be rough against her inner thighs. She was dying to find out.
“…If these walls could talk they’d say pick me up and put me on…this bed is way too soft, it’s time to get off….”
Viggo’s eyes gazed into hers from beneath heavy lids. “What’s that song you’re listening to?”
“‘Living Room Flow’ by Jhené Aiko. Ever heard it?”
“No, but I’m enjoying it.”
“It’s sexy as hell, isn’t it?”
“It is.” Viggo leaned back into the sofa, a lazy smile curving his lips. “You have really diverse taste in music, don’t you?”
“I do,” she agreed, smiling. “I’ve always loved rock ’n’ roll, especially heavy metal. But I’m also a huge fan of K-pop, R&B, reggae, psychedelic, and folk. I just love good music that speaks to me, you know?”
“I do.” Viggo smiled, watching her. “I love the way your face lights up when you talk about music.”
She grinned. “I can’t help it. Music is life.”
“I agree.” His gaze was warm. “Someone uploaded a video from your show to YouTube. You guys sounded great.”
“Thank you,” Scarlett said appreciatively. “It was a good night.”
“That seems to be the consensus. I’ve read nothing but rave reviews from people who were at the show.”
“Really?” Scarlett was thrilled. “It totally rocks when people enjoy our performances.”
“What’s not to enjoy? You guys are amazing.”
“Aww.” She blew him a kiss.
He pretended to catch it and smear it over his lips. When she let out a delighted laugh, he winked at her.
“Since you’re a spokesman for Skype,” she said teasingly, “do you get, like, a bonus every time you actually use it?”
“Nah,” he said with a chuckle. “They paid me enough when I signed the contract.”
“I bet.” Scarlett grinned and relaxed deeper into the mound of pillows behind her. “So what’d you do with yourself tonight?”
“Not much,” he drawled. “Just hung out with my teammates.”
“Did you have fun?”
“Not as much fun as I would’ve had with you.”
Scarlett melted all the way down to her toes. “I can’t wait to go on our dinner date.”
“Tell me about it,” he said gruffly. “This month can’t end soon enough.”
“Agreed.”
They shared a little smile that left Scarlett tingling with anticipation. His lips looked so full and kissable. She ached to feel them sliding up her inner thighs and pressing hotly against her sex.
After another moment, he asked conversationally, “So what does your room look like?”
She shrugged. “Nothing special. Just a standard hotel room.”
“Let me see it.”
Amused by the request, she picked up her laptop and panned it around the room. “See? Nothing special. Well, except for your flowers.” She lingered on the bouquet of gardenias. “See how gorgeous and elegant they are? They totally class up the joint.”
Viggo chuckled. “Cool.”
She came back on the screen. “You probably stay in nicer rooms when you’re on the road.”
“Not always.” His eyes resettled on her face. “Are your bandmates next door?”
“Down the hall.” She smiled wryly. “At the moment, three of them are downstairs at the bar and one is off somewhere doing God knows what.”
Viggo gave her a lazy smile. “What do you guys usually do after shows?”
“Not much, really. We usually just grab something to eat and hang out.”
“What about parties?”
“What about them?”
“Do you go?”
Scarlett shrugged. “Sometimes.”
Viggo looked like he wanted her to elaborate. So she did.
“We like checking out new clubs. If we’re traveling with another band, we usually party with them a few times during the tour. It really just depends on what else is going on or what city we’re in. Some tours are more eventful than others.”
Viggo nodded slowly, absorbing her answer.
She smiled. “Can I ask you a question?”
“Depends.”
“Depends?” she repeated, raising an eyebrow. “Depends on what?”
“The question.”
Her brow rose higher. “Are there certain questions you won’t answer?”
“Ask me your question and I’ll tell you.”
“Why didn’t you ask me to dance at the engagement party?”
His eyes glinted. “Did you want me to?”
“I—” She blushed. “That’s not the point.”
He smiled a crooked smile. “You’re an amazing dancer, Scarlett. Maybe I didn’t think I could keep up.”
She studied him, lips twitching. “That’s not the reason.”
He looked amused. “How do you know?”
“Because you’re too confident to let something like that intimidate you. And I’ve seen an old clip of you dancing at some party. You’ve got rhythm, white boy.”
He laughed—that warm, sexy, infectious laugh that always fried some of her brain cells.
“So what gives?” she persisted. “I saw you watching me on the dance floor. Why didn’t you make your move?”
Viggo stared at her mouth, then slowly lifted his eyes to hers. “I didn’t think I could handle it.”
Her heart thumped a crazy little beat. “What do you mean?”
“I don’t think you realize how mesmerizing you are. The way you dance…I got so fucking turned on just watching you. Taking you in my arms? Holding you close in front of all those people?” He gave his head a slow shake. “Like I said, I didn’t think I could handle it.”
His words set her pulse galloping faster than a herd of wild horses. “Oh,” was all she could whisper.
“Yeah. Oh.” His eyes were fixed on her face, hot and glittering.
She licked her lips. Swallowed hard.
The pull between them was unlike anything she’d ever felt before. Powerful. Consuming. Scary.
“Why don’t you have a boyfriend, Scarlett?”
The question caught her off guard. “What?”
“Why don’t you have a boyfriend?” Viggo repeated.
“I don’t know. I guess I just haven’t met anyone special enough to deserve the title. And it doesn’t help that I’m on the road several months at a time,” she added ruefully. “Separation is tough on relationships. You know that better than anyone.”
“I do,” he agreed. “It makes dating that much more challenging.”
Scarlett nodded, watching his face as intently as he was watching hers. “Have you had a lot of serious relationships?”
“I’ve had a few.”
She felt an irrational surge of jealousy toward the women who’d garnered more than a one-night stand. Over the years he’d been photographed with dozens of different chicks on his arm. She couldn’t remember seeing him with the same companion more than once, but she’d obviously missed something.
“How long has it been since you’ve had a serious girlfriend?”
His lips twitched. “It’s been a while.”
“Hmm.” She crossed one ankle over the other. “Do you lose interest very easily?”
He chuckled, shifting on the sofa. “There’s no way to answer that without lowering your opinion of me.”
She grinned. “What do you mean?”
“If I answer yes, you’ll think I’m a shallow prick. If I blame the women for not holding my interest, you’ll think I’m an arrogant dickwad. It’s a lose-lose question. But you knew that.”
“No, I didn’t,” Scarlett laughingly protested. “You think I was trying to set you up?”
“Weren’t you?”
“No.”
He gave her a knowing look.
“Maybe just a little,” she relented with a grin.
His laugh was a soft rumble.
Scarlett was enjoying their conversation so much, she didn’t want it to end. She wondered if he felt the same.
“What’s your middle name?” he asked her.
She chuckled. “I’m not telling you.”
“Why not?”
“It’s kinda embarrassing.”
“C’mon,” he scoffed. “It can’t be that bad.”
“It’s pretty corny.”
“What is it? Tell me.”
She hesitated, biting her lip. “You have to promise not to laugh.”
His eyes glimmered. “I promise.”
“Cross your heart, hope to die—”
“Scarlett.”
She sighed. “It’s Rain.”
“Rain?”
She nodded, bracing herself for jokes.
“Scarlett Rain,” Viggo murmured experimentally. “Wow. That’s beautiful.”
Pleasure warmed her insides. “You think so?”
“Absolutely. It sounds poetic. Suits you perfectly.”
She sighed. “I suppose it could have been worse. They could have named me Purple instead of Scarlett. Then I’d be—”
“Purple Rain.” Viggo laughed, and so did she.
Long after the humorous moment passed, they sat smiling at each other.
“I already know your middle name,” Scarlett told him.
“Yeah? What is it?”
“Björn,” she announced importantly. “Viggo Björn Sandström.”
He winked. “That’s me.”
She smiled at him. “You have a very Swedish name.”
“I get that a lot. Do you like it?”
“I love it. It’s strong and sexy and has a lot of character.”
He smiled and lowered his eyes for a moment, his lashes fanning over his cheeks. They were so thick and spiky. She wanted to put her cheek against his and feel those lush lashes brush her skin.
“So how’s your bed?” he murmured, his eyes lifting to meet hers again. “Is it comfortable?”
“Comfortable enough.” Wish you were in it, lying on top of me. “No matter how comfortable the bed is, I usually have a hard time falling asleep when I’m on tour. I lie awake for hours tossing and turning, waiting for my brain to shut down.”
“Sorry to hear that,” Viggo commiserated. “I can relate. Post-performance adrenaline is no joke, is it?”
“No, it’s not.” He gets it! We’re freakin’ perfect for each other! “So what about you? Adrenaline hangovers aside, do you enjoy sleeping in hotel beds?”
“Not as much as I enjoy sleeping in my own.” The deep timbre of his voice stroked along her nerve endings and made her skin tingle deliciously.
“I bet your bed is humongous,” she teased. “One of those California king-size beds that dominate an entire room.”
“It’s pretty big,” he agreed, staring at her mouth. “Lots of room to spread out.”
Her throat went dry at the thought of him spreading her out on his big bed, parting her thighs with his big hands and filling her with his big cock.
As her temperature heated up, her laptop suddenly felt too warm on her bare legs. So she put it down on the bed and shifted to lay on her side with her head propped up in her hand.
Viggo’s smoky eyes roamed down her body, sliding over the curve of her hip before homing in on the bare skin of her stomach.
“Your belly button’s pierced,” he noted huskily. “How did I miss that when we were together?”
“It was dark.” Scarlett grinned. “And you were more focused on my boobs.”
His eyes gleamed. “Can you blame me? Your boobs are amazing.”
She laughed. “I’m glad you enjoyed them.”
“I did. I can’t wait to enjoy them some more.” His gaze returned to her pierced belly button. “That’s so fucking hot.”
Heat pulsed between her thighs. “You like it?”
“I do. Very—” He sucked air through his teeth as she began stroking the diamond stud in her navel. He leaned closer to the screen, looking transfixed.
Watching his face, some wicked impulse made her purr, “I want your tongue right here.”
“Yeah?” His voice was a low rasp. “You want me to lick your belly button?”
“Yes…for starters.”
His throat moved with a hard swallow. “Where else? Show me.”
Slowly she ran her fingertip up her chest to circle her nipple through the tank top. “Here.” She moved to the other nipple. “And here.”
Viggo drank her in, the stark lust in his eyes tightening her breasts to the point of pain. “Where else?”
With a seductive smile, she trailed her finger down her stomach to touch the V of her crotch. “Right here.”
She heard him swear softly under his breath. His eyes had darkened to a smoldering shade of gray. It was all she could do not to slip her hand inside her boy shorts and stroke her throbbing clit. It needed some attention.
“How do you want me to lick you, Scarlett?”
The question caused moist heat to flood her crotch. “I—” She blushed and swallowed, the words sticking in her throat.
Viggo’s expression was pure sin. “Do you like it soft and gentle? Do you like it slow? Or do you prefer it a little rough?” His voice was as dark and soft as black velvet. “I can use the edge of my teeth just to tease you a little, make you squirm against my mouth. Then I can stroke your lips with the flat of my tongue, slide them slowly apart to get to all that warm honey inside.”
Scarlett must have whimpered because he chuckled softly. He had her pussy drooling without even laying a finger on her.
“So tell me, Scarlett.” His voice dropped to a crooning purr. “How do you want me to lick you?”
“Like that,” she breathed. “Just like that.”
He laughed low in his throat.
Holy hell. They were really Skype-sexing.
“I wish you were here,” she whispered.
“So do I, baby. There’s nothing I want more right now.”
She bit her lip. “My vibrator’s gonna get such a workout tonight.”
Lust flared in his eyes. “Can I watch?”
“Can you watch what?”
“Watch you masturbate.”
Just like that, her body overheated. “I’m not masturbating in front of you,” she croaked.
“Why not?”
“That’s a very private activity. And we just met, like, five minutes ago.”
His eyes glinted. “But you’re gonna masturbate when you finish talking to me.”
“I—” A quiver ran through her as heat suffused her face and neck. She quickly turned the tables. “What about you?”
“What about me?”
“Are you gonna jerk off when we end our call?”
An unholy gleam entered his eyes, a look so sinful that her breath caught and her thighs parted slightly of their own accord.
He shifted his laptop so he could stretch out on the sofa, leaning back against the armrest with one tattooed arm folded behind his head. From that angle, she could see that he was wearing dark shorts. His muscular thighs were powerful, and there was an unmistakable bulge at his crotch.
She felt her stomach tighten. As she watched, he slid his hand inside his shorts and fisted himself.
Her eyes flew up to his face. “What’re you doing?”
His naughty smile was orgasm-inducing. “Getting a head start.”
A jolt of pure lust sizzled through her body. Her nipples puckered and her clit throbbed, hardening to an almost painful bundle of nerves.
Viggo watched her with knowing eyes. “Are you getting off?”
“Wh-what?”
“Our call.” His expression was damnably wicked. “Are you hanging up now?”
“No.” The word left her mouth before she could stop it. Not that she would have. She knew what she wanted. There was no use denying herself any longer.
Before she lost her nerve, she sat up and crawled off the bed.
“Where are you going?” Viggo asked.
“Be right back.” She turned her laptop so he could watch her strut away in her boy shorts that bared the bottom half of her ass cheeks.
He groaned. “Jesus, Scarlett.”
She grinned mischievously as she reached her suitcase. Keeping her back to him, she pulled on a purple satin kimono that stopped midthigh. She belted the robe around her waist, then dug inside the suitcase’s zippered pocket where she stashed her sex toys. She wasn’t brave enough to ride her dildo in front of Viggo. So she grabbed her bullet vibrator and slipped it into the pocket of her robe.
“Hurry up and get back over here,” Viggo growled from her laptop.
A ripple of excitement ran through her. She couldn’t believe what she was about to do.
“Alexa,” she softly commanded her Echo, “play ‘Motivation’ by Kelly Rowland.”
The seductive song began playing as she turned and sauntered toward the bed, her short robe parting to expose her upper thighs with every step.
When she saw the look on Viggo’s face, she almost melted into a puddle of need right there. The raw hunger in his eyes took her breath away. He looked as if he could eat her alive.
She came to a stop in front of the laptop. Riveted by his ravenous gaze, she reached under her robe and peeled off her zebra-striped shorts with a little shimmy of her hips.
Viggo made a growling noise deep in his throat.
The sound heated her blood and tightened every muscle in her body. Biting her bottom lip, she stepped out of the skimpy shorts and bent to pick it up. She was surprised at how wet the crotch was. Skype-sexing with the Swede had her juices flowing like a river, and they were just getting started.
As he watched, she tossed her shorts onto the top right corner of her laptop. It covered just the edge of the screen.
Viggo stared at the dangling underwear and slid his tongue over his bottom lip. “Can you mail that to me?”
Scarlett let out a smoky laugh. “What would you do with it?”
“What wouldn’t I do with it?”
“Oh my,” she purred, turning on the bullet vibrator. “What a dirty boy you are.”
His rakish grin weakened her knees and fluttered her heart. Slowly, deliberately, she spread her legs and brushed the buzzing toy over her mons, shivering at the electric sensation.
Viggo watched her intently, licking his lips. “Your robe’s in the way, beautiful.”
“I know,” she breathed, managing a sexy wink. “You’ll have to use your imagination.”
“Oh, that won’t be a problem, fantasy girl.”
That made her smile. Staring into his hooded eyes, she ran the pulsing little bullet up and down the slick folds of her sex. Her soft hiss of pleasure had Viggo shifting restlessly on his sofa, drawing her gaze back to the mountain in his shorts.
She imagined his fingers wrapped around the long, scrumptiously thick column of his cock. The thought aroused her as she circled the tip of the vibrator around her creamy opening, pretending his fingers were stroking her.
“Talk to me,” he commanded, all Alpha male. “Tell me how it feels.”
“It feels good,” she whispered.
“Yeah?” he rasped. “Are you wet? Is your clit hard?”
“Very hard.” She pressed the vibrator against the simmering bundle of nerves. Erotic tingles shot through her and she moaned softly with satisfaction.
Viggo’s eyes darkened, nostrils flaring. “Pretend that’s my tongue on you, licking your clit and tasting your hot little pussy.”
Scarlett groaned and rotated her hips, increasing the pressure on her clitoris. The vibrator hummed deliciously, delivering pure pleasure.
She watched Viggo watching her, enjoying the way his broad chest expanded as his breathing grew more ragged. He looked breathtakingly masculine and virile, radiating raw power and carnal intensity.
“Take me inside you,” he ordered.
She shivered and arched her back, a hungry moan escaping as she eased the head of the buzzing toy inside her.
“Fuck.” Viggo’s breath hissed out between tightly clenched teeth as his gaze alternated between her face and her hand moving between her legs. “Go deeper for me, honey. Imagine me sucking your pretty nipples while I fuck you with my fingers.”
“Oh God,” she gasped, trembling all over.
“Now imagine my cock pushing inside your tight pussy. I’m so fucking hard you can barely stand it. But you’re begging for more because it feels so damn good.”
“Yes,” she moaned, her neck arching as her eyes closed. “It feels sooo damn good.”
No guy had ever taken charge of her like this or gotten her so excited. She thrust the humming bullet in and out of her pussy, her breath quickening, sweat breaking out over her body as she pretended the vibrator was his big, throbbing cock.
“That’s it, baby. Just like that.” The rasp in his voice raised goosebumps all over her skin. “You’re so fucking hot, Scarlett. Shit, I’m about to explode and I’m not even there to touch you.”
She whimpered. He was driving her wild with his insanely sexy voice and his dirty talk.
She bent forward, bracing her hand on the edge of the bed and spreading her legs wider. Her skin felt hypersensitive, her breasts ached, and slick cream oozed from her pussy and ran down the inside of her leg to her foot.
She could see herself in the small video box in the corner of the screen. Her face was flushed with arousal, her eyes hot and hazy.
“I’ve never done this before,” she breathlessly confessed.
“Good,” Viggo growled. “I don’t want you doing this with anyone else.”
She grinned. “So possessive.”
“You bring it out in me. Now put your toy down and use your fingers.”
Biting down on her lip, she eased the vibrator from between her legs and held it up. It was glossy from her juices.
When Viggo saw it, he let out a tortured groan that made her pussy clench and spasm.
She turned off the little bullet and tossed it onto the bed. Then she cupped her aching breasts through her robe and pinched her nipples, imagining his searing mouth wrapped around the tight, prickling flesh.
“So beautiful,” he whispered hoarsely. “So fucking beautiful. God, Scarlett, what you do to me.”
She loved the sound of his lust-roughened voice. She squeezed her breast with one hand and spread her labia with the other, sliding two fingers inside with a throaty moan. Her stomach quivered as she rocked her hips against her hand. As good as her fingers felt, she longed for the deep penetration of Viggo’s dick, pounding her hard and fast.
He bit into his bottom lip and raked one hand through his hair, never taking his eyes off her. His smoky gaze consumed her, so intense she thought it would burn a hole through the screen and scorch every inch of her skin.
She fingered herself while staring at his tattooed arm, the thick muscles flexing as he pumped his cock with his fist. She could see the swollen head peeking over the waistband of his shorts. It was shiny with precum. So fucking hot.
“I found your G-spot.” His voice was a dark, guttural rumble. “I’m stroking it with my cock. Over and over, deeper and harder. Do you like the way that feels, baby? Does it feel good?”
“Yes. God yes,” she whimpered. She was breathless with arousal, gripped by a primal need she could barely contain. She’d expected to feel paralyzingly self-conscious about this whole Skye-sexing thing. But it felt so right to lose her inhibitions, to let go in front of this supersexy man.
She wanted to prolong their mutual masturbation session, but she could feel her pussy clenching around her thrusting fingers. She groaned as her thighs started shaking, her head tilting back and her spine arching.
“Don’t look away.” Viggo’s voice was a rough command. “Look into my eyes when you come for me.”
Heat licked up her body, flamed in her face.
“Oh my God, Viggo. I’m—” She broke off with a choked moan as the first wave of her orgasm hit.
“Fuck,” Viggo groaned harshly. He was coming, too.
As her pussy spasmed wildly, she bent over the laptop, her face so close to the screen she could see Viggo’s pupils dilating. Their gazes locked as they exploded together, the connection between them like an electrified wire of sizzling heat.
The orgasm was so intense that her legs buckled under her. She slid to the floor on her knees, gasping and panting shallowly. Closing her eyes, she could only imagine how much harder she would have come with Viggo actually thrusting inside her.
After several moments of stunned silence, he breathed, “Holy shit.”
A breathless giggle escaped her. “My sentiments exactly.”
“I…I…Fuck.”
Scarlett grinned weakly and blew her hair out of her eyes. Somehow she managed to climb back up onto the bed and curl into a boneless heap on her side, dazedly watching Viggo on the screen.
He was staring down at himself. He’d pulled his shirt halfway up, and she could see wetness glistening on his seriously ripped abs.
“I don’t think I’ve ever come so fucking hard in my life,” he uttered.
Coming from a guy who’d probably boned more than his share of bunnies, Scarlett took immense satisfaction in his words.
He looked up at her, tracing his bottom lip with his tongue. His lids were heavy, eyes bright with awe and lust. “That settles it. I’m hopping a plane to New York to finish what you started.”
“What I started?” she said on a breathy laugh. “You’re the one who told me to masturbate in front of you.”
“Only after you told me to lick your belly button.”
“Hmm. Good point.”
He laughed.
She grinned. “That was fun. We should do it again sometime.”
“How about tomorrow night, and every night after that until we meet up again in Canada?”
She laughed softly. “Um…let’s pace ourselves.”
He gave her a sexy half-grin that melted her insides.
She lay on her side with her head resting on one arm, her short robe riding up her leg. The insides of her thighs were sticky from her juices and her girl parts were still tingling. It was late and they both had to get up early the next morning, but neither seemed in any hurry to end the call.
“Viggo,” she whispered.
“Yeah, baby?”
“What was that you said to me this morning before you kissed me goodbye? Do you remember?”
His smile was lazy. “Vacker tjej.”
“Vacker tjej,” she repeated. The second word sounded like shay.
“It means ‘beautiful girl.’”
Scarlett smiled, her stomach all aflutter. “I love Swedish.”
His soft laughter made her want to snuggle into his big chest. God, she wished he were here with her right now.
“Guess we’d better get ourselves to bed,” she said with a sigh of regret. “I have an early interview and you have morning skate.”
“Yeah,” he reluctantly agreed. “Have a good show tomorrow night. I’ll call you after the game.”
“Please do.” She winked. “And don’t forget to score a goal for me.”
“I won’t forget.” He smiled that slow, sexy smile. “Hope you have an easier time falling asleep tonight.”
She grinned. “Something tells me I will.”
After they disconnected, Scarlett shut off her laptop and placed it on the nightstand. Then she slid off her robe, turned out the light and crawled under the covers. She felt warm and sated, sensuously drowsy.
As she lay there listening to the sounds of the city outside her window, her mind drifted back in time to the night of her first encounter with Viggo. Today was almost six years to the date, and the memories were as fresh and as powerful as ever.
She was just eighteen, a scholarship student at Berklee whose passions were singing and playing the drums, collecting Misty Knight comic books and watching hockey.
Viggo was a nineteen-year-old phenom drafted out of the Swedish Hockey League. Scarlett had watched him stumble through a few interviews, adorably mangling his English and explaining that his grandfather had allowed only Swedish to be spoken. His boyish charm and air of vulnerability had captivated her, tugging at something deep inside her. He’d struck her as a boy who would love playing hockey whether or not he became a star, and she’d found that totally endearing. It didn’t hurt that he had the smokin’ hot face and hard-muscled body of a young Viking god.
Not surprisingly, he won everyone’s hearts and became a media sensation, racking up millions in sponsorships and endorsement deals. Fortunately he had the explosive talent to back up the hype and fame.
The fateful game happened on a Wednesday night, and it was every bit as exciting as Lennox had described. Viggo and Reid were the most electrifying hockey players that Denver Rebels fans had ever seen. They’d wowed the crowd with their lightning speed, raw athleticism and stickhandling prowess. But Viggo was the one who’d captured Scarlett’s young imagination and fueled her secret fantasies—fantasies she’d never shared with anyone.
She still remembered the rush of excitement she’d felt watching him race up and down the ice that magical December night. His lethal slap shots and breathtaking breakaways had the crowd roaring like maniacs.
Her heart tried to leap out of her chest when he’d scored that thrilling goal halfway through the first period. Her stomach did all sorts of acrobatic flips and spins as he’d skated right up to the glass where she and her family sat. His dazzling grin lit up his face and ignited his beautiful gray eyes. Everyone was pounding on the glass and screaming his name, but somehow his eyes had found Scarlett’s through the sea of euphoric faces. When he pointed at her and winked, she’d swooned so hard she almost fell out of her seat.
Lying in bed later that night, she’d gotten herself off while thinking about him and the brief “connection” they’d shared. It was sort of pathetic, but hey, she was eighteen and just beginning to explore the true depths of her sexual desires. One thing was for sure—none of the boys at college came close to making her feel the way Viggo Sandström did.
Last month when Nadia told her that Viggo wanted to meet her, she thought her cousin was playing a joke on her. Once she realized that Nadia was totally serious, her emotions had veered between shock and excitement, panic and yearning. She’d heard that old adage about never meeting your heroes because they always disappointed. It was one thing to crush on an NHL superstar from a distance. Being set up with him was a whole different story. So much could go wrong, and if he turned out to be a complete asshole, it would feel like an epic letdown.
Scarlett sighed, staring out the window at the twinkling lights of Brooklyn.
Apart from getting baptized—which she was too young to remember—meeting Viggo was probably as close as she’d ever come to a religious experience. He was…There were no words to describe what he was. He’d surpassed all her expectations and then some.
As she lay there in the darkness, she didn’t let herself think about what tomorrow would bring. She didn’t let the doubts creep in, didn’t give in to the temptation to second-guess her actions.
With her body still humming from her orgasm, she closed her eyes and fell asleep with the world’s biggest smile on her face.