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I wish I could see her face as I crowd closer with my arm braced above her. “Your friends might not be finished yet.”
She shrugs. “I’ll wait in the car.”
With the boyfriend?
“I don’t want you seeing anything.” It’s a weak reason to keep her in here, and she knows it.
“It’s gone quiet,” she whispers over her shoulder, looking at my chest.
With a finger under her chin, I lift her face until she meets my gaze. “I guess it didn’t take him long.” I smirk.
“I wouldn’t know,” she whispers, with a small shrug.
A blush spreads over her cheeks, and her gaze darts around the room, anywhere but me.
What is she saying? That she’s never slept with him, or that she’s never slept with anyone?
My hand is around her throat before she can blink, her back now pressed against the door.
Our breaths mix as we each wait to see what the other will do.
“Charlie,” she breathes, her lips grazing mine.
My tongue wets my lips instinctively, touching hers as it does.
“What?” I ask through my foggy brain.
“That’s my name . . . Charlie,” she explains. “Charlotte, actually. But my friends call me Charlie.” My girl likes to ramble. Silence bothers her. “You never asked me . . . what my name is,” she whispers, her tongue peeking out to wet her lips, and she brushes mine this time.
“It doesn’t matter,” I tell her, crowding in closer. Caging her in with my arms, I watch her shiver as my words and their meaning roll over her. “I’ll be calling you mine.”
My lips press against hers, but I don’t know how to do this. With a growl, I keep my lips on her skin and move to her neck, my tongue tasting her.
Her small hands clutch at my shirt but quickly move to shove my stomach as hard as she can when I sink my teeth into her neck.
My moan fills the small room. I finally get the taste I’ve wanted since I looked at her.
Her blood touches my tongue; her taste fills my mouth.
Need burns its way through my body.
Desperate.
I’m desperate to sink my cock into her. To force her to take me.
A solid bang on the door startles us both. Another first for me.
I step back, ready to defend us, except Charlotte moves with me. She turns in my arms to face the door. Her hand joins mine on her throat, as if my firm grip comforts or maybe even makes her feel safe.
I stare down at the crown of her head in amazement. Everything about this woman is made for me.
Anger mixes with arousal.
“Come on, Charlie, enough sucking his cock! That’s what I brought Dale for,” a male voice yells, followed by a foot connecting with the door.
Charlie jumps again. Someone will die—and painfully—for giving my girl that look of fear.
“Shhh,” I soothe, caressing my thumb back and forth over her pulse point. “No one will harm you, ever.” I feel her relax in my arms and choose to press her, prepare her. “Except me.” I growl, sinking my teeth into her shoulder through her sweater.
