the pillow between her legs. She tightened her thighs and tried not to focus on the fact that he was that close to her.
It was too late. Her breath shuddered as she pressed her hands down his back. Her eyes closed, and she imagined the scene quite differently. Her hands moved in a rhythm, from his shoulders to his tailbone stroking, kneading, and gripping all the way. Charlie imagined he was kissing her thighs, slowly working up to her apex and dipping his tongue in.
Ayden was right between her thighs, and suddenly he could feel the heat from them, from her. He inhaled deeply and caught her scent. He could hear her breathing and felt the cool drop of something hit his back. Was she sweating? Was she turned on? God he was dizzy. The smell of cookies and Charlie combined to make him crazy. He wanted to just push her back and plant his face…
“Charlie?” Ayden’s voice was muffled and strained.
“Yes?” It was more a gasp than a response.
“You okay up there, darlin’?” He had to smile. She was turned on and moving quickly away now that she was caught. His back was like mush, she had worked it so well.
“Fine,” she said breathless. Charlie moved and couldn’t help herself. She straddled him, sat right on his tight butt, and then began working the back of his thighs.
Yep. She was hot all right. And she just lit his ass on fire. Ayden wanted desperately to roll over and have her sit proper, but he knew that’s what she was after. She wanted him to lose control. He wouldn’t do it.
Charlie took less time on his legs and finally got control of herself. She wanted him to react to her, but she was near climax just touching him. He didn’t take the bait and roll over, so she had to calm down. She was so wound up every part of his body seemed sensual. Now at his feet, she wanted to see his face again. “Turn over.”
Ayden took a deep breath and rolled. He wasn’t sure what to expect. If she moved on top of him, he’d give in. Hell he was ready to bust as it was.
Charlie watched him turn and his erection remained. He put his big hand over it pushing it down. Good thing because she couldn’t take it much longer. She took one big foot in her hand and treated it to slow sensual circles from her thumbs. Ayden groaned.
“God, woman, where did you learn this?” He had to speak. Tell her how good he felt. No one had ever treated him to such pleasures in his life. When she said massage, he envisioned getting his shoulders rubbed. That in itself would have been a treat. Maybe she would let him return the favor. Soon.
“I get it done twice a month. Well I used to anyways.” Charlie watched him lick his lips. She wanted to crawl right up and kiss them.
“Must be nice.”
“It was nice. Did you like it?” Charlie pressed a little deeper in his foot with that question.
“Too much.” Ayden was in a fog. A nice relaxing fog.
“Good.” Charlie let out a long breath and stood. “All done, cowboy.”
“No happy ending, huh?” Ayden wanted to stop the words, but he was too relaxed and his lips were loose.
“Not this time. We need to get back for dinner. I promised to make mashed potatoes tonight.” Charlie began gathering her pillow and the bottle of oil. Happy ending? Yes, she wanted to give him a happy ending, the fairy tale kind, with marriage and kids. The fact that he was obviously not immune to her sexually gave her a new edge. One she planned to use to her full advantage. “I’m going to clean up. Be right back.”
Ayden sat up and the room spun. He really was drunk. At least he felt drunk. He staggered on his own feet and pulled his shorts on. He headed upstairs to get another shirt. Charlie was coming out of her room at the same time he was coming out of his. Ayden couldn’t help himself. He was still in her haze. He stepped up to her and kissed her on the cheek.
“Thank you,” he whispered.
Charlie was flustered. If he hadn’t taken her so off guard with that, she could have
It was too late. Her breath shuddered as she pressed her hands down his back. Her eyes closed, and she imagined the scene quite differently. Her hands moved in a rhythm, from his shoulders to his tailbone stroking, kneading, and gripping all the way. Charlie imagined he was kissing her thighs, slowly working up to her apex and dipping his tongue in.
Ayden was right between her thighs, and suddenly he could feel the heat from them, from her. He inhaled deeply and caught her scent. He could hear her breathing and felt the cool drop of something hit his back. Was she sweating? Was she turned on? God he was dizzy. The smell of cookies and Charlie combined to make him crazy. He wanted to just push her back and plant his face…
“Charlie?” Ayden’s voice was muffled and strained.
“Yes?” It was more a gasp than a response.
“You okay up there, darlin’?” He had to smile. She was turned on and moving quickly away now that she was caught. His back was like mush, she had worked it so well.
“Fine,” she said breathless. Charlie moved and couldn’t help herself. She straddled him, sat right on his tight butt, and then began working the back of his thighs.
Yep. She was hot all right. And she just lit his ass on fire. Ayden wanted desperately to roll over and have her sit proper, but he knew that’s what she was after. She wanted him to lose control. He wouldn’t do it.
Charlie took less time on his legs and finally got control of herself. She wanted him to react to her, but she was near climax just touching him. He didn’t take the bait and roll over, so she had to calm down. She was so wound up every part of his body seemed sensual. Now at his feet, she wanted to see his face again. “Turn over.”
Ayden took a deep breath and rolled. He wasn’t sure what to expect. If she moved on top of him, he’d give in. Hell he was ready to bust as it was.
Charlie watched him turn and his erection remained. He put his big hand over it pushing it down. Good thing because she couldn’t take it much longer. She took one big foot in her hand and treated it to slow sensual circles from her thumbs. Ayden groaned.
“God, woman, where did you learn this?” He had to speak. Tell her how good he felt. No one had ever treated him to such pleasures in his life. When she said massage, he envisioned getting his shoulders rubbed. That in itself would have been a treat. Maybe she would let him return the favor. Soon.
“I get it done twice a month. Well I used to anyways.” Charlie watched him lick his lips. She wanted to crawl right up and kiss them.
“Must be nice.”
“It was nice. Did you like it?” Charlie pressed a little deeper in his foot with that question.
“Too much.” Ayden was in a fog. A nice relaxing fog.
“Good.” Charlie let out a long breath and stood. “All done, cowboy.”
“No happy ending, huh?” Ayden wanted to stop the words, but he was too relaxed and his lips were loose.
“Not this time. We need to get back for dinner. I promised to make mashed potatoes tonight.” Charlie began gathering her pillow and the bottle of oil. Happy ending? Yes, she wanted to give him a happy ending, the fairy tale kind, with marriage and kids. The fact that he was obviously not immune to her sexually gave her a new edge. One she planned to use to her full advantage. “I’m going to clean up. Be right back.”
Ayden sat up and the room spun. He really was drunk. At least he felt drunk. He staggered on his own feet and pulled his shorts on. He headed upstairs to get another shirt. Charlie was coming out of her room at the same time he was coming out of his. Ayden couldn’t help himself. He was still in her haze. He stepped up to her and kissed her on the cheek.
“Thank you,” he whispered.
Charlie was flustered. If he hadn’t taken her so off guard with that, she could have
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