Scarlett's POV
He had realized I was completely naked. I was lying on my side, my back, and my backside facing him.
My skin flushed hot, and a deep red crept up my neck, but I still didn't open my eyes. I heard him scramble off the bed. For a second, my heart sank. I thought he was leaving. I felt a wave of disappointment wash over me, colder than the air in the room.
But then, I heard a different sound: the metallic clink of a belt and the rustle of jeans hitting the floor.
He wasn't leaving. He was undressing.
Excitement rushed through me, making my toes curl under the sheets. A moment later, the bed dipped again. This time, it wasn't just heat—it was skin. His warm, naked chest pressed firmly against my back. His legs tangled with mine, and I felt the hard, pulsing length of him pressing right against me.
He pulled the blanket back over both of us, tucking it tightly around our bodies.
