Scarlett's POV He opened the door without putting me down.One hand on the handle, kicked it shut behind him, reached back and locked it, all while still carrying me, which apparently was easier than I thought, and then crossed the room and set me on the bed.He looked at me and I looked at him. His hands moved then, slow and deliberate, as he unbuttoned my blouse, one button then another. The blouse parted, revealing the lace of my bra, the swell of my breasts. The cool air hit my skin, making me shiver again. His knuckles brushed against my stomach, and I arched into him, my back lifting off the bed. “Spence,” I breathed, and the name sounded different on my lips, softer, needier, like I was already halfway gone.His fingers traced the edge of my bra, his touch feather-light, and I ached, I wanted more. But he didn’t rush. His hands were steady, his movements deliberate, like he was memorizing me.“You’re beautiful,” he said, his voice rough.I should have felt exposed, which I d
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