The water came up before I could stop it, so there was no point in trying to play it cool. No, I just spit it out and lost all my damn cool points. “Shit.”
She patted my back. “Are you okay?”
“Yep,” I lied, clearing my throat for the sixth time since I’d spewed water all over my pants.
“You were probably drinking too fast.”
“Something like that,” I muttered, finally falling back onto the mattress again.
“Will you do it?” she asked.
It felt like a trick question. I rolled over. She followed suit so that we were facing each other. “Do what?”Play her wingman or give her an orgasm?
“Do what you do,” she replied with a shrug. “I’ll pay you.”
“You know I wouldn’t charge you.” At the same time, I wouldn’t help her get ready for the next man. Been there. Done that.Not again.
“So…?”
“What exactly do you want me to help you with?”
“I don’t want to give a fuck for real. I want to be the Charlye that was at the reception. In charge, confident, beautiful, sexy, ready to walk away from any man who doesn’t value me. Actually, I don’t even want a man right now. I just want to feel like I felt downstairs.”
A smile tugged at my mouth. “You don’t need me for that.”
“Idoneed you.” She searched my eyes and bit down on her lip. “I trust you and I feel safe with you.”
Silence enveloped us as we stared at each other. One thing I counseled my clients on was following cues and listening to what people didn’t say. I sensed she’d just asked me for something that went beyond the scope of a simple wingman. I’d been in business a long time and I knew when a woman wantedmeto be their potential mate. But this was Charlye. Despite how I felt about her, she’d never asked me to be more than her friend. Still…Here we are.
I brushed my thumb over her chin and cupped her cheek in my palm. Leaning in, I whispered, “Stop me now if you don’t want this.” When she didn’t say anything, I kissed her—so long and so hard, I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think. I couldn’t feel anything but her.Shit. I poured every damn thing, every unrequited emotion, every unspoken thought, every missed opportunity, every wasted moment into this kiss. And she kissed me back with the same intensity, the same need. My heart pounded in my ears as I pulled her closer still, so close there was no space between us, no part of her body that I wasn’t touching in some way. I didn’t know where it would lead, but I didn’t care. I wanted her to feel this kiss everywhere. And I wanted her to know that I’m the only man that made her feel this way.
I only pulled back to breathe before I captured her mouth again, sucking on her bottom lip until she moaned. I couldn’t get enough of her mouth—soft, warm. She tasted like lime and mint, sunshine and hope.
“Dex,” she breathed. “Oh God.”
“Tell me to stop,” I murmured against her lips.
Charlye purred. “Don’tstop.”
Spurred on by her breathless moans, I tugged her shirt up and off. She immediately brought her arms and hands up to hide her body. I raised a questioning brow. “Char?”
With wide eyes, she said, “Can you turn off the light?”
I shook my head. “Don’t,” I entwined my fingers with hers and gently pulled her hands away, “cover yourself. You’re beautiful.”
Her eyes softened and she flashed a small smile. I circled her nose with mine, then kissed my way down her body, lingering on her mouth, the column of her neck, her shoulders, the top of her breasts, her stomach. Dipping my tongue into her belly button, I pulled her shorts off. I glanced up at her again, pleased when I found her eyes on mine, giving me wordless permission to go even further. I nipped the insides of her thighs and kissed the backs of her knees as I slid her panties down.
“Tell me you want this, Char?”
A blush had worked its way over her entire body, and it was stunning. Just like she was. She bit down on her lip and nodded. “Yes.” She smirked. “Orgasm me, please.”
Chuckling, I gripped her thighs and buried my face in her pussy, licking and sucking until she cried out through her very first orgasm. And even then, I couldn’t stop. She felt so good, tasted so sweet, I wanted more. And more. And more.
After her third climax, she collapsed onto the mattress. “Oh shoot. Oh shit. Oh damn. I can’t breathe.” She struggled to catch her breath.
I smirked. “That’s normal.”
With wide eyes, she asked, “What the hell did you just do to me?”
