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Chapter fourteen
Charlie
Iheadbacktomy room before going to Linc’s. Seeing as this was my first time on a bike, I wanted to make sure I didn’t have any bugs in my teeth or something equally embarrassing.
When I look at myself in the mirror, the carefree smile reflecting back is almost unrecognizable. I’ve never seen a smile on my face this bright before. The shooting lessons, the grappling in the park, the kisses, all of it is making me feel like a complete badass.
Laughing at myself as I brush my teeth, I think about last night. Sweet Jesus, my body has never come alive like that. I’d accepted a long time ago that sex wasn’t the end all be all so many romance books made it out to be. Granted, I’d only gone all the way with one man. I’d had a brief flirty encounter with a guy in New Orleans. It ended with a sloppy makeout session where he tried to take it further. The fumbling around in the dark and his trying to find my clit with his fingers were thankfully interrupted when Lucy came home early from a shift. It was awkward and mildly embarrassing, but there was no desire on my end to try again with him or anyone else, for that matter.
Not Linc, though. He had no problem finding every part of me that made me light up and beg for more.
When I knock on his bedroom door, Linc calls for me to come in.
I open the door and find him lounging on his bed with his bare feet crossed at the ankles.
“Hey, babe.” He sends me a panty-melting grin and crooks his finger, beckoning me to him. There’s something so casually sexy, if that’s even a thing, about seeing him relaxed in his space. It makes me want to crawl up his body and tuck myself as far into him as I can get.
When I’m close enough, he jackknifes up and grabs my hand, pulling me over him. I let out a yelp and laugh.
“I love that sound.”
“What? The sound of you scaring the shit out of me?” I tease.
“No,” he says, brushing my dark locks out of my face. “The sound of you happy.” His hand cups the side of my face, and he pulls me in for a toe-curling kiss. Oh, who am I kidding? Every kiss from him curls my toes.
With my legs on either side of his, he grabs my ass and rubs my center over the bulge in his jeans.
“Feel what you do to me,” he whispers as he traces warm, wet kisses down the column of my throat. “I want to touch you everywhere. Kiss every inch of your tempting fucking body.”
His words make me feel brazen and needy.
“Mmm, baby. Just like that,” he groans out as I rub myself faster on him, spurred on by the desperation in his voice.
“Sit up.”
I do as he says, and he whips my shirt over my head, throwing it somewhere in his room. Linc pulls down the lace covering my oversensitive nipples, too impatient to take my bra off before attaching his mouth and sucking. My hands tangle in his soft hair, and I cry out in pleasure.
“I love it when you make those noises, Charlie. You like my mouth on these pretty little nipples?”
“God, yes,” I say on a breathy moan.
His mouth moves to the other, and he gives it a little bite. I let out a squeal of surprise as he laves the abused nipple with his tongue.
“Fuck, baby, if you keep rubbing on me, I’m going to come in my pants like a goddamn teenager.” He finally undoes the clasp of my bra, letting it fly somewhere in the direction of my shirt. “These need to come off,” he says, undoing the button of my jeans.
I lift up as he wrenches the pants down my hips and thighs. Linc pulls me back to his chest, and we’re a tangle of wet kisses and rough hands trying to get my pants all the way off. When the offending denim finally gets low enough, I kick them off my feet, and I’m completely naked on top of Linc, who’s still fully clothed.
“Come up here, baby. I want you to sit on my face.”
There’s something downright dirty about being stripped down to nothing with him still having all his clothes on. Like I’m his naked toy, and he wants to play.
Crawling up his chest and over his shoulders, I settle my knees on either side of his head, feeling slightly self-conscious about having my pussy directly over his face. This is all new to me, and I’m not quite sure what I’m supposed to do.
“Hold on to the headboard and get closer.”
I do as he says and lower myself a couple inches.
“Baby, when I said sit on my face, it means I want you to smother me with that perfect pussy.” He grabs my hips and sits me fully on his face, moaning into me. His tongue spears my center, and I cry out.
