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“So…” Charlie leans in and kisses me goodbye, his lips cool on mine. I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer, until we’re both breathing hard, blood pounding.
God, he’s good at that.
And just when I’m wondering how to politely ask him to tear all my clothes off, Charlie pulls back with a seductive glint in his eye. “I should bring this inside,” he says, holding up my duffel. “You know, to finish the job.”
I laugh, and fumble with the keys, before getting the door open. I yank Charlie through it after me, kissing him again hungrily, and then we’re up against the wall, his body hard against me.
Mmmm….
Charlie nibbles at my lower lip, tugging my mouth open, and I kiss him back, with slow tongue. The sensation is overwhelming—his soft mouth and the grit of stubble across his jaw. I press up to my tiptoes, wanting to be even closer.
He rocks against me, and I feel him, hard against my hip. And just like that, I’m slick and aching for him, needing him close.Inside me.
This isn’t the first time we’ve hooked up, and you’d think my control would be improving. Instead, I have the anticipationandthe memories from the last time burning me up, licking flames from every angle. And, with the way he’s touching me, I start to wonder if we’ll even make it to the bedroom.
“Yeah,” Charlie growls, as if he heard my thoughts. “Right here.”
He undoes the button of my shorts, hand slipping between my legs. We both hiss out a breath as he rubs against me in slow, delicious movements. I angle my hips, hoping to feel the hard press of his fingers, but he keeps stroking gently. For a beat, I’m surprised he isn’t understanding what I want. But then I feel his breath against my neck, a low laugh.
Tease.
Fine—two can play that game. I unzip his jeans, pushing them down roughly. I touch him lightly, refusing to wrap my hand around his cock, and he groans, sinking his fingers inside me.
I buck into his hand, whimpering, but he goes slow.
I know what he wants.
I wrap my hand around him and stroke, guiding off his sounds until we’re both panting. Charlie releases me a moment, but just to pull his wallet from his jeans and roll on a condom. Then he’s back, pressing me to the wall again,
lifting my arms above my head. He leans his forearm against my wrists, holding me there. My mouth opens to say something—possibly to blurt out that he’s ridiculously hot—but then his mouth is on me again, and he’s tugging my underwear to one side, dipping his fingers into me again, getting me ready before finally,God finally,he pushes his cock into me.
“Yes!” I gasp and press back with my hips. When he withdraws, he waits a beat, making both of us long for another stroke.
“That’s good?” he asks, and I manage anmm-hmm.
Charlie sinks into me again, finding a new angle, and I cry out. In a gruff voice, he whispers, “There it is.”
He releases my wrists, and yanks my hips closer. It’s all I can do to hold on, wrapped around him, clenching and moaning as he thrusts inside me.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he groans, and when he sinks into me again, I gasp at how close to the edge I am. The slow, deliberate rhythm; the tug of one hand on my hair, the scratch of his stubble and his cock—fuck, his cock—plunging into me, stretching me open.
I’m going to come.
The feeling bursts through me like a nova, bright and pulsing. I dig my nails into his back and finally get out a word—his name—as the orgasm shudders through me. It’s intense and over quickly, but I swear I get there again as Charlie speeds up, thrusting over and over, and finishing with a roar as he slumps, breathless against my shoulder.
Damn, that was good.
I look around, realizing that the door is still ajar and we’ve barely made it two paces inside my apartment. If anyone had come to investigate the noise…
I flush, and quickly slam it shut. “Do you need to get back to the bar?” I ask, almost shy, as Charlie detangles himself from me and deals with the condom.
“Oh no,” Charlie says with a lazy smile, reaching for me again. “After a long, exhausting drive like that… I’m going to have to stay the night.”
16
GRACE
Charlie Fox isin my apartment. Specifically, he is on the other side of my bed with his broad back rising and falling in peaceful sleep. We’ve now had sex in a luxurious tent at a Renaissance Faire, in the darkness of my hallway, and my bed.
