Taking Chances (Pleasant Grove Book 1) by Tara Lee (11)

Chapter 12

ELI

RABBING CHARLI LIKE THAT WAS a bad idea. She slaps my shoulder after I release her.
“What the hell Eli? You scared the hell out of me.”

I have her pressed up against the wall in seconds. I see the passion in her eyes and I know she can see it in mine. I am losing what little control I have left.
I can feel my erection was pushing against her.
I want to take her right here.
I can feel the heat rolling off her body.
She is so fucking gorgeous, I almost can't handle her. I thread our fingers together on one hand while I run my

other hand over her perfect body.
She has seemed to have sobered up a bit.
“Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. I just wanted to get you

alone,” I say.
“Why?” she asks, through harsh, laboured breaths. Jensen and I had never fought before. I think we are going to

start now. He is going to hate me for touching his sister but I just can't be around her anymore and do nothing, I need to take a risk. I lean forward and reach for Charli’s face pulling her in to kiss her.

She opens for me straight away; her luscious lips are so damn edible.
I swipe her bottom lip with my tongue and give it a gentle bite. I hold her close as my tongue greedily takes hers.
She grabs my arms while I pull her into me. My throbbing cock pushes into her stomach. It’s so hard, I think I’ll combust right here.
She pulls away, breathless, as she looks up at me, even with her heels on she still has to look up at my six-foot-four body.
She has that sexy look in her eyes, but also a hint of nervousness, like she wants me to go further but she’s not sure.
I know she is innocent it pours off her.
How is that possible? She is twenty-one. Why is she still a virgin? Has she chosen that?
I want a taste, I can't help it, I want her and I want her naked, underneath me, begging me, moaning my name and falling apart when I touch her, just like in my dreams.
“Eli,” she whispers.
“Yeah, sweetheart?”
“What are we doing? If Jensen or one of the other guys catch us, it won't end pretty.”
She releases a breath.
Her nipples poke through her dress, she wants this as much as I do.
Fucking hell. My cock twitches.
“I want this, don't get me wrong. I just don't think here is a good place for us to be seen together.”
Her eyes fall to the ground.
She is right.
This is not the place.
I crave her, but this needs to be done right.
I press my forehead against hers and let out some deep breaths.
“I just–I just.”
I can't get it out.
Fuck, man up, Eli.
“What is it?” she asks.
Her big green eyes stare up at me, waiting for my answer.
“Charli, I think you’re fucking gorgeous. You’re the sweetest, most amazing, hottest, wonderful and sexiest woman I've ever known. When you smile, baby…I swear, the whole fucking universe lights up.”
I am rambling, I somehow sound like I was a sixteen-year-old boy again, instead of the twenty-four-year-old man I am.
“I care about you.”
I can't say love. I don't want to freak her out but yes, I'm pretty sure I am in love with Charlotte. I always have been, but never admitted it to myself. I wouldn’t allow myself to act on it. I wanted to protect her from myself.
“You care about me? Then why didn’t you respond to any of my messages, Eli? I haven’t seen you in two weeks.”
Her voice breaks. She’s upset, and it’s me who has her upset, again.
Shit.
I push back from her and start to pace running my fingers through my hair.
She doesn’t know I got a threatening call from an unknown number. I found out the number had an Alabama area code. I drove down there, trying to find this person, because I wanted to make sure they never said Charli’s name again. I came back with nothing, and still don’t have a clue who the person is.
I’m not sure I want to tell her. I haven’t found anything, and I don’t want her to worry
“I’m sorry. I had stuff to take care of, it kept me pretty busy,” I tell her as I run my hand down her cheek
“Really?” She raises her eyebrows. “Is everything okay?”
“Nothing for you to worry about.”
“I really want to kiss you again,” I tell her I step closer to her
“Are you just saying that to get in my pants?” she asks, releasing a nervous giggle.
Wait, what? I know I sleep around a lot. I can be a jerk, but doesn’t she know how special she is.
“No god, no, sweetheart. If all we do is kiss, I’ll be the luckiest man in the world. If you let me have that much, I’ll be okay. You mean that much to me, Charli.” I take a deep breath. “You're much more than just a fling, baby. You’re special, and I know it's taken me this long to see it. I’ve been waiting for you. I wasn’t sure if I deserved you—I always thought you could do better than me.”
I tentatively reach forward and brush some hair from her face, skimming my hand along her cheek.
Even after our talk, I’m still unsure about being a boyfriend. Maybe I’ll be terrible, but I need to believe we can do this together.
She smiles, leaning into my touch. My whole world shakes. Damn, how does she do that? I’m weak where she’s concerned.
It is like a halo has formed around her, she is an angel, sent to heal me. Maybe… just maybe, she can.
I pull her to me again. I just need one more taste. She moulds into me. I love how she does that.
I pull her bottom lip into mine, giving it a little nibble. She moans into my mouth.
Fuck that is hot.
My self-control is done. She is driving me insane.
“When you shudder like that, all I can think about is burying my cock deep inside you.” I hiss.
I really do want to be inside her, but I know she isn't ready for that. Not yet. I’ll get her there, though.
We need to take this slow. Things between us have been so intense that she has me to a point where I’ve never wanted to be inside a woman so damn much. I could just blow, thinking about it. Her flushed cheeks don’t help matters. Neither does the way she is looking at me, batting her eyes, biting her bottom lip.
“I've had a crush on you since I was sixteen. I think I've been in love with you from the moment you winked at me. You would always talk to me, even when you and all the guys were hanging out. I wasn't just Jensen's annoying little sister to you.”
I knew this, but it’s nice hearing her tell me. Her confession somehow makes me see her clearly.
“You have been in every fantasy I've ever had,” she admits, swallowing hard. Her heavy breathing pulls her breasts together with every breath. I long to touch them.
Holy hell.

I’m going to cum in my damn jeans, and I’m not sure if it’s because I’m enjoying her cleavage, or because I think she just admitted that she fantasizes about us.

“Baby, what are you saying?” I ask.
She blushes again.
Why?
I don't understand.
“Sweetheart, if you tell me you touch yourself while you think

She blushes and smiles but says nothing.
I need her naked right now, and I need to be inside her.
Damn it.
Why can’t we have been somewhere else right now?
I want to see how far she will go. I know she would never have sex out here, not for the first time, anyway.
She deserves way more than her first time to be out the back of a club in some dirty alley. Be that as it may, I still need to touch her. To feel her explode for me. I need to see her face when she climaxes.
I start to lift her dress watching, her face for any sign of distress. I play with her thigh, trailing my finger towards the sweetness I know awaits me. She sighs, opening up for me.
Good start.
My heart beats so hard against my chest that I’m sure she can hear it.
She is so close to me, I can feel her breath drift over my skin.
I press against her needing to be closer to her, I touch her soaked panties and I nearly fall to my knees right there.
Charli’s whimpers as I touch her.
She seems to be embarrassed and tries to close her legs.
“Baby don't close on me, you will enjoy this, let me take care of you,” I reassure her with a whisper in her ear.
I give her earlobe a little nibble while I work my hand into her panties.
Charli tips her head back giving me better access to her slender neck.
I slip her panties to the side and slowly start to work a finger inside her swollen pussy.
Damn, she is so wet but so tight.
Her tight hole squeezes my finger, letting me know how fucking mind blowing it would be once I get inside her. She whimpers as my finger gently slides in and out of her tight pussy, giving her time to get used to my finger. I use my thumb to gently rub her clit.
Charli moans. Her orgasm starts building. I gently slide a second finger into her pussy, causing her to press down on my fingers. She moans a second time. Her sounds drive me insane, testing my willpower.
She digs her fingers into my arm, holding me, not allowing my arm to move. Charli doesn’t want this to stop. Her other hand finds my back and she digs her nails into me. She’s holding on tight, marking me. I like it.
No, I fucking love it.
“Oh god,” she screams out.
I can tell she is close.
“Cum over my fingers baby. I want to feel you, I want to feel your wetness on me, I want to taste your sweet pussy.” I move my thumb around in circles giving her the pleasure she needed so badly.
“Fuck my fingers, baby.”
She breaks apart around my fingers, crying out my name as she clings to me.
I stop Charli from falling as her knees go weak from her orgasm taking control.
“Wow,” She manages to say, breathless.
“Are you back with me yet, sweetheart?”
I slip my fingers from Charli. All I can think about is tasting her essence from my fingers, but I control myself.
She looks at me, wide eyed.
“That was amazing,” she says, breathless. “That’s what I’ve been missing out on?”
“I thought you touched yourself while you thought of me.” I smirk at her.
She giggled. “Maybe, but my orgasms have never been that intense.”
“Thank you, I’ll take that as you approve,” I say, kissing her. Her cheeks go red.
It smacks me in the face—I’m completely in love with this girl. It’s so crystal clear. I have always wanted her, and now if she lets me, I can have her any way I want her.
“I really liked that. Can we do it again?” she asks. “Damn baby, you can't go saying things like that to a man and not expect him to get as hard as a rock.”
Charli looks down at my thick length trying to force its way through my jeans.
Yeah baby, it’s hard for you.
“Do you want me to fix that?” she asks shyly.
All I can think about at this moment is ripping her panties off, and burying myself as deep as I can inside her. But, I need to be gentle. I need to cherish Charli. She’s not, and never will be, a quick fuck. Even if I do want to put my cock in her hot little mouth because it’s such a turn on, I can’t do that to her. Not here. She doesn’t deserve that. She deserves a warm bed and candles and flower petals and shit.
“That's okay, next time,” I say with a wink.
I start fixing her dress, but before her smell is gone, I lean down and take a small taste, kissing her through her panties. I rub my nose against her. She is saturated with wetness. Her scent is intoxicating. I flick my thumb against her dress, making her gasp.
She gasps.
“Just a small taste,” she begs.
I’m fucked with a capital F.
“We better head back in before someone notices we are gone.” The sexual tension between us is like a big flashing neon sign. Charli feels it too. Even though I stand and right her dress, I’m still tempted to take her behind the bar. She wants me to fuck her, but instead Charli nods, agreeing with me.
“Okay, yeah. Probably a good idea,” she says.
She looks like she wants to say more but stops herself. “You go on ahead, I'll give it another few minutes before I follow you,” I reply.
“Okay.”
She turns and looks at me one last time before she goes through the door, and then she is gone.
What have I just done? What the hell have I gotten myself into? I thought I would be able to have a small taste and that I would be okay. Now, it’s not going to be enough. I need to be inside Charli. I won’t be pressing her against some dirty wall outside again.
Like I said, I want the bed.
I want her naked, screaming for me to keep going, begging me to take her harder until she collapses after riding my cock to the hilt.
I fix myself before I head back in. I need to get a grip if I don't, I’ll embarrass myself.
I hear a noise and turn around, but it’s dark. I can't really see anything.
I open the door to head back in.
Knowing my fingers were inside that piece of heaven is going to be hard, especially with her looking like a fucking wet dream tonight.
She makes me feel like I am fucking sixteen again, and that I won’t be able to control myself around her.
“Eli,” a voice calls as I am about to walk inside.
Turning around I see Hannah. She is a girl I hooked up with a few times last year. This chick is nuts, so that was a bad mistake on my behalf.
“What do you want, Hannah?”
“What do you think I want, Eli? I want you, of course. I've told you we belong together.”
“NO, WE DON'T! YOU'RE A CRAZY BITCH. I told you to leave me the fuck alone,” I yell back at her.
I storm back inside, trying to get away from the crazy bitch as fast as I can.