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“Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked roughly. His hand slid along her jaw and he nipped at the corner of her mouth. The stubble on his chin was rough, but as he scraped his face against hers, she shivered at the sensation. “Because I gotta tell ya, Charlie. I’m close to that fucking line.”
She licked his mouth and slid her lips across his, wanting more. “What line is that?” she asked in a voice she barely recognized.
“The line of no return.”
She tilted her head back, still clinging to him, and pressed her breasts against his hot skin. She wanted him to know that she meant business, because there was no way in hell she was turning back now.
“Why is my bra still on?” she asked.
With a groan, his hands moved down her back, his practiced fingers divesting her of the skimpy garment in less time than it took to put the damn thing on. His hot breath rolled over her pebbled nipples as he arched her back.
“You’re so goddamn hot,” he murmured, his eyes as dark as liquid chocolate. She watched his large hand cup one of her breasts and she held her breath when he ran his thumb over the pebbled nipple.
“Jesus,” she whispered, as electric shots of pleasure shot through her. The throbbing between her legs intensified and she knew that she was wet. She whimpered, unable to keep it in.
“You like that?”
Rick didn’t give her a chance to answer. He bent toward the other breast and enclosed her nipple in his hot, wet, mouth. Charlie’s hands crept into the thick hair on his head and she held him there, rocking into him as he continued to lick and suck at her breasts.
How long did the two of them stand there, half naked and horny as hell? Charlie had no clue, but suddenly, his mouth left her breasts and he grabbed her ass, pulling her up, hoisting her so that she could wrap her legs around his waist. He buried his face against her once more, his hot mouth spreading shivers of desire along her skin.
Licking, caressing, and suckling at her nipples until she thought she was going to go crazy.
“Oh God,” she said hoarsely. His eyes were wicked as he looked up at her, his tongue darting out one last time, circling her nipple until it was wet. He blew on her, his smile widening at the groan that fell from her mouth.
Charlie took a moment to appreciate just how hot this man was. Her fingers fell from his hair and trailed along his shoulders and his biceps until she splayed her hands against his chest. He was beautiful, and there was still so much more for her to see.
“You work out,” she breathed against him.
“That’s about all I’ve done since I’ve been here.” His voice was low and raspy. She liked it.
She stared into his eyes for several long moments, loving how his hands felt against her butt, how he slowly moved against her. Tongue between her lips, she smoothed her fingers over his firm chest and then up to cup her breasts.
Slowly she circled her nipples, smiling when he swore.
“You’re killing me,” Rick growled, moving suddenly and striding over to a table in the corner of the room. He set her there, his hands on her pants, his body between her legs.
“Get your ass up now,” he ordered and she leaned on her palms so that her hips were in the air. Rick peeled her pants down and tossed them, his dark eyes on the black lacy thong.
He moved closer and she leaned back, hot and anxious.
Oh my God, am I going to let him….
His hands were on her thighs, coaxing her legs wider.
Damn, but she was going to let him.
He moved her panties to the side, sucking in air through his teeth as he slowly exposed her. For one second Charlie panicked. Her leg muscles tightened and she would have closed them if she could.
“Easy, darlin’,” Rick murmured. “Easy.” He looked into her eyes, a wicked, sexy grin on his face as two long fingers slid inside her body.
Charlie whimpered and his smile deepened. “You feel so good. So hot and wet.” He leaned forward and reached for a kiss, his mouth sliding over hers as his fingers slowly rubbed her clitoris.
She couldn’t help it. Her hips began to move in tandem with his fingers. It felt so good. So, so, good. Charlie’s head fell back and she didn’t think about the fact that she was sitting on top of a table, completely naked with a man she barely knew.
She didn’t think about the fact that her legs were spread wide and that his fingers were inside her. Or that she was so wet and swollen. She didn’t think about—
“Jesus, Rick,” she cried when his mouth closed over her. He was on his knees, his head buried between her legs. He lifted her closer to the edge of the table, the stubble on his chin sending delicious sensations rolling over her inner thighs. His tongue was relentless, his fingers just as sure, and she felt the pleasure coil deep inside her as he licked and sucked and teased her until her hips were gyrating off the table.
