CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

Starting at her neck, I kiss my way down her body. I travel along her spine, licking a path across her sexy, beautiful back. She sighs and wriggles on the bed. She turns her head to watch me, and I near her ass. I drop a kiss on one cheek. “Don’t worry. No rules being broken. And just so you know, I’m fine with having every other part of you. I only tease you when I say that.”

She smiles back at me, her way of saying thanks.

“I do like the soft flesh of your ass though, and I’m going to need to spend some time here,” I say, drawing a line at the bottom of her right cheek.

She raises her rear higher, inviting me to kiss her. I lick a line around the curve of her cheek, first one, then the other, and she wiggles against me, a soft little moan falling from her lips. I press my teeth against the flesh and bite gently. Her moan rises in volume.

Lust beats a path through my veins. I’m hard, ready and eager, but I won’t rush things, because I’m loving every second of this. Pressing my thumbs against her cheeks, I lift up her ass and surprise her with a slow, lingering lick along her wet pussy.

She gasps. “Didn’t expect that.”

“I can tell. But I can tell you like it.”

“I do,” she says breathily.

That’s all I give her of my mouth right now. Instead, I return to her legs, wanting to work her up, to get her hot and wet from all-over kisses. I run my tongue down the back of her thigh. “Every inch of you,” I say softly against her skin. “I want to have marked and kissed and touched every single inch of your skin.”

“I want that, too,” she says on a whimper, her voice breathy, the way she gets when she’s heating up. I already know her cues, her signs, the way she responds to me, and it’s only been a few days. I love knowing her body, knowing her tastes.

Like this—the back of her knee is an erogenous zone. I brush my lips there, and she makes a tiny, sexy noise.

I move down her calf, and kiss her other leg all the way to her ass again. Then, I grip her cheeks, tilt her hips, and bury my face between her legs. She tastes silky and sweet as her liquid arousal floods my tongue, and her scent fills my nostrils. She rocks back into me, and my desire for her ratchets into this deep, clawing need in my chest, in my bones. All I want is all of her. I kiss her sweet pussy until she comes on my lips.

When I step away to strip, she flips over. Her lips are parted, and her eyes look glossy. Her skin glows. “Wow,” she says.

I wiggle an eyebrow in response as I shrug out of my shirt.

“I think I’m addicted to your mouth,” she says softly.

“Good. Because my mouth is addicted to you.”

When I reach my pants, she sits up and takes over, unzipping my jeans. “I want to do it.”

She tugs off my briefs, and my cock says hello to her.

She makes a sound like a purr. “Good to see you, too,” she says and darts out her tongue to lick. She swirls the tip of her tongue around the head, but before I get lost in the magical world that is her wickedly wonderful lips, I move quickly. I grab her hips, and flip her over. “Hands and knees, like a good dirty girl,” I tell her.

“Am I a dirty girl?”

“You are with me,” I say, as I move to grab a condom.

I stop, though, to admire the beautiful sight in front of me—Charlotte, on all fours, her gorgeous ass raised in the air. I smack it once, a light crack on the side of a cheek. She flinches, but lets out a sexy little cry. “Oh God,” she moans.

That sound. Her words. Her noises. This woman is a dream. She’s discovering how much she likes everything with me, and I’m learning how much I adore fucking her. I bend my head to her rear and press a kiss to the spot I smacked. Then in a flurry, I grab her wrists and push them down on the bed. “Changed my mind. On your elbows. Ass up high.”

She bends like a dancer, following my lead. I drag the head of my cock through her wetness. She moans and shifts closer, wanting me, inviting me, needing me. I spank her once again, and she yelps in pleasure.

I roll on the condom and sink into her. White-hot sparks shoot through my veins. The tightness, the heat—it’s astonishing. I growl, low and guttural, like an animal. “You,” I say on a groan. “You’re so sexy. I think I’m going to set up camp here all night.”

She laughs and moans at the same time. “You’re crazy.”

“No, I’m just fucking turned on beyond anything I’ve ever felt,” I say, my voice rough, as I start to pump.

She’s silent suddenly. No, moans, no cries, no wild pants. A small but clear voice asks, “Really?”

She cranes her neck to look up at me. My God, she’s all vulnerable, her eyes so trusting, her body bent in a downward slide. “Yes,” I answer as I slam into her, giving her all of me. My hands clamp tightly to her hips. “I swear, Charlotte. You fucking do something to me.” I pull back out of her so only the tip is in. She writhes, trying to draw me back. “You drive me wild. You make me crazy.” I thrust deeply, and her breath spills out in a gorgeous moan. “I just can’t get enough of you.”

“Oh God, I feel the same,” she says, and bends lower, lifting higher, offering more.

She’s all I want. All of her, as I fuck her like this until she comes in a frenzy of sound and heated cries. My muscles tighten, my vision blurs, and my own climax seizes my body as bright, hot pleasure crashes over me.

I flop down onto the bed, and she flops next to me. Resting her head in the crook of my arm, she stays like that—hot, sweaty, and naked. Absently I run my fingers through her hair. She brushes her hand across my stomach.

“That was amazing,” she murmurs. “I think that was our best ever. I’m going to give you a gold star for excellence in orgasm delivery. A statue even.”

“I’d like to thank the Academy,” I begin, teasing her.

She swats my chest. “So you were faking it? Fine, so was I,” she says with a huff.

In an instant, I’m on my hands and knees, pinning her. “No, you were not faking it.”

Her eyes taunt me. “Yes. Yes, I was.”

“You weren’t. But just for that comment, you’re going to show me how much you like it when I fuck you.” In a flash I raise her wrists over her head, and lower my arm along the side of the bed, feeling for her dress on the floor. I grab it and yank off the ribbon from the belt loops with one hand.

I wrap it around her slender wrists then around a bed post. Her eyes track my hands the whole time as I tighten the pink fabric. “Pretty in pink,” I murmur, then I run my fingertip against her lips.

I locate another condom and roll it on my dick. Yes, I’m fucking hard again. How could I not be? She’s tied to my bed, still wet from her first two orgasms. Of course I’m fucking erect. I spread her legs, savoring the sight in front of me—her legs in a V, her hands bound, her eyes wide open.

I wedge myself between her thighs. “Now, you’re going to beg for it.”

“I am?”

“You are,” I say roughly. “Because you’re not getting all of it until you do.”

I slide in but I only give her a few inches. I lower to my elbows so I’m close to her and proceed to slow-fuck her for the next several minutes, teasing her the whole time, never going all the way in. She moans and writhes and rocks beneath me, every thrust eliciting a new sexy murmur from her.

“Say it. Say how much you want me.”

“I wasn’t faking it. I was joking when I said that,” she says on a pant.

“Tell me how much you want it all. Tell me how much you want all of my cock.”

Her hips shoot up. “I want you. I want you so much. Fuck me deep. I’m begging you,” she cries, and she is begging, and it is exquisite to witness her desperate sexiness.

I fuck her hard and deep, until she is out of her mind with pleasure. Until her cries turn hoarse. Until her eyes squeeze shut. Until she can’t stop saying my name as she falls apart once more. Multiple orgasms sound pretty damn good to me, too, so I join her, coming again with a shudder that jolts my whole body.

When I untie her, she raises a hand to my hair, drags it through, and kisses me. “I lied. That was the best time ever.”

“It gets better every time,” I say softly.

Soon, she stands and starts to gather her clothes. Spinning in a circle, she hunts for something on the floor.

“What are you doing?” I ask curiously.

“Getting dressed.”

“Pourquoi?”

“So I can go. Isn’t that the deal?”

I crawl to the edge of the bed and tackle her, arms around her waist, surprising her.

“What are you doing?” she shrieks.

I toss her on the mattress and tickle her.

She cracks up. “Stop it.”

I don’t relent. My fingertips race up her sides, making her squirm. “I’ll stop if you spend the night.”

“Mercy, mercy,” she calls out, and she’s smiling, as wide as the sea of stars in the sky.

I tug her to me, brush her hair away from her ear, and then whisper, “Will you stay?”

Her breath hitches. “Yes. You don’t care if we break another ground rule?”

“We’re still ahead. I mean, I don’t care, so long as you don’t try to kiss me the second you wake up.”

“Because of morning breath, right?”

I nod. “Not yours. Just in general.”

She wrinkles her nose. “Morning breath is an excellent new ground rule. I hate morning breath.”

“Me, too.”

“I don’t have a toothbrush, though.”

“I have an extra one. Never been used,” I tell her.

She places her index finger on her lips as if she’s weighing all the options. “But what flavor toothpaste do you have?”

A blush creeps across my cheeks.

She notices and points. “Don’t tell me you use bubblegum Crest?”

I shake my head. “No. I bought the kind you like. The minty Crest.”

Her eyes sparkle, and she brings a hand to her chest. It’s the sweetest thing. “You bought me toothpaste.”

She sounds happier than when I bought her the ring. My heart beats faster, and words start to form on my tongue. Words that reveal strange new feelings inside me. I part my lips so I can say something. Tell her how much I am starting to feel for her. How real it is all becoming.

I stop when she lowers her mouth to mine and whispers, “You really are my best friend.”

Friends.

Yes. That’s all she wants to be.