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When he sucks the tip of my tongue, I moan again. It's such a hot moan that I forget who I am for a second. My head is buzzing with lust.
He likes that I moan. He smiles.
“Tell me the truth, Blaire, or I'll keep you in this room all day long.”
“The truth about what?” I ask, blinking rapidly at him, my head swimming.
Letting go of my hands on his face, he runs his fingers into my hair and seizes my head, holding us mouth to mouth.
I don't let go of his face. If anything, I squeeze him tighter, finding the whole ordeal of us staring at each other while kissing too intimate.
“Has anyone ever been gentle with you?” he says, and then he's kissing me as though he really means it. His wet licks are unhurried, and his lips are gentle, shaping around mine, making my mouth water.
In a haze, I shake my head.
“No,” he whispers in my mouth, blinking then. “I didn't think so.” Wrapping his huge arms around my entire body, he forces me up his leg so we are chest to chest, crushing me to him.
Now, it feels like he's all over me, all over my mouth; all over my body, and I'm not sure I don't like it. He smells so good, like he's just had a shower.
My heart is hammering nineteen to the dozen, trying to jump out of my ribcage, and I'm so damp between my legs that I feel clammy and hot.
“Did I hurt you last night?”
I think I whimper in his mouth, anxious, struck by his question. I can’t live like this for three months, wondering... drowning in anxiety... unwillingly wanting... I need to know what the days have in store for me. I need to know how bad it's going to get.
“Don't be frightened,” Charlie whispers again. He grips the back of my neck with one hand and holds me there, his other arm still wrapped around my back.
“Charlie,” I tremble out his name, visibly anxious, “what are you going to do to me now?”
He glances between my eyes, his alight with ardor. “Nothing. I just want to kiss you.”
I'm so relieved that I know he can feel my body going slack with relief.
“Did I hurt you?” he asks once more, taking my mouth in another deep kiss.
I want to tell him it was agony because that is after all what men like, isn't it? To inflict pain on girls?
I don't tell him thatthough.I shake my head, being honest. It wasn't that bad. I've suffered far, far worse.
“Good,” he says softly, pecking the edge of my mouth. “I didn't want to hurt you.”
I frown at him, and he pecks my mouth again. He said he was going to do terrible things to me, didn't he?
“What did you mean by, 'I might be the only girl you won't hit'?” my courage to ask that comes from nowhere.
The way he smiles at me... My stomach flips.
“I like you,” he says sincerely. “A lot more than I thought I would.”
Something vibrates in his jeans pocket against my thigh.Without breaking away from me, he shifts to hold me in one arm, squashing my breasts to his hard chest. He reaches into his jeans pocket and pulls out his phone; answers it against my mouth while still kissing me. “What?”
Now, it feels really intimate with him being on the phone, unable to stop having his fill of me.
Charlie utters a few words amid pecking me, while I'm cupping his face in both my hands, kissing him back, then I hear someone say something about arranging a meeting on Maksim's behalf.
My heart drops into my stomach.
Why would he be arranging a meeting on Maksim's behalf?
