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“Okay.” She nodded. “I’ll find someone else to take care of me.”
“What did you say?” He tipped his head and narrowed his eyes at her.
“If you don’t wanna do it, I’ll find—”
Charlie pushed his way inside and swung the door shut. Silence followed the loud bang and the rattle of the chain lock. Tatum lifted her hands to the back of her neck and untied the dress. He could have swallowed his tongue when the material fell away, exposing her perfectly round breasts and pert little nipples.
His dick at full salute in his shorts, he watched as she inched the dress down over her slender hips and stepped out of it. Standing in front of him in nothing but a pale green lace thong and the heeled sandals he’d appreciated earlier, she quirked her eyebrow at him.
He wanted her. Right fucking now. He wanted to shuck his clothes and sink into her slippery, wet heat and never come up for air. But not like this. Not with the tension in the room so thick it was hard to breathe. Not with their heated, angry words still lingering between them.
Not if she wanted him to fuck her and then go away. Even if he were the type, one time with her wouldn’t be enough.
“Fuck.” Charlie cupped his dick when she lifted one hand to pinch her own nipple.
“Maybe Sev—”
In his mind, he moved like a cobra, but his lunge for her wasn’t stealthy. No sauntering. No pretty moves. He plucked her hand from her breast and sunk the fingers of his other hand in her ass cheek, exposed by the thong. No way in hell he would let her call Sev to come and perform this ridiculous exorcism she claimed to need. He’d drive her demons out to make room for himself.
And then he wouldn’t leave.
They kissed again, the same harsh grinding of their lips and their tongues, teeth clashing and nipping. Her hands roamed over his shoulders, up his neck, and into his hair. The stroke of her short nails on his scalp chased a chill down his spine.
If she needed this, he’d make her come so hard she forgot what planet she was on, let alone the ghosts she claimed she needed driven out.
“Where?”
He turned his face away from her enough to peek around the room. Sure, he could spin her around and take her against the door. But he wanted his mouth between her legs first. If this would be his only night with her, he wanted to taste her from head to toe.
“Here, Charlie. Here.” She cupped his face in her hands, bringing him around to look at her again. He walked her backwards to her couch and pushed her to sit on the arm.
“No,” she argued breathlessly when he ducked his head to her breast. “Fuck me.”
Rather than tease her or kiss her, Charlie closed his teeth around her nipple and bit down a little more than gently. Tatum gasped out loud and palmed the back of his head as he did the same to her other breast.
“Take this off.” His rough, stern voice brooked no argument. He hooked his fingers in the top of her thong and tugged it off when she lifted her hips.
“Charlie—”
It wasn’t his usual move. He didn’t often manhandle women. He didn’t bite a woman the first time he saw her naked. He didn’t bury his face in her folds and suck her clit into his mouth the first time she parted her legs for him. Charlie was a lover. He loved to admire a woman’s nude body. The curve of her hips. The swell of her breasts. He wanted to lave her nipples with his tongue and learn the texture of that sensitive skin as well as the way she tasted. He would prefer to play between her legs, to tease, to worship, and then touch and deliver what she desperately needed.
But desperate times called for desperate measures.
Tatum sobbed out loud when he slipped his hands under her sweet ass cheeks and tugged her closer to the edge of the couch. He tilted her hips up as he pressed his face between the velvety soft skin of her inner thighs.
Her scent, her wet folds told him she was aroused. Again, he wished for more time as he sucked her clit into his mouth and drove two fingers deep inside her, hard enough to make her scream. If only it was his name on her lips. Then maybe he would at least know for sure his ghost was inside her when he walked away later.
Her walls quivered around his fingers. She was close already, but Charlie didn’t let up. He sucked her nub of sensitive skin and raked his teeth over her, drawing another scream of pleasure pain from her lips.
Encouraged by her fingers in his hair, by the pressure of her hands against his head, pushing him closer to her, he curled his fingers inside her and rubbed them over the spot that would drive her to her knees if she were standing.
“Fuck fuck fuck,” she chanted as he licked her without mercy. “Fuck, Charlie. Jesus. I’m quivering.”
“Give me another one,” he demanded.
“No. I need you to fuck—”
He nipped her clit again and then drew back to watch her face as he pressed his thumb to her center and worked the magic spot inside her again with his fingers.
