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Authors: Aurora Rose Lynn
Tags: Erótica
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Their tongues mated, tasted, explored. Charlie’s hands travelled up Roxie’s relaxed spine, along the soft leather and into her lustrous hair. He loved the scent, the wildness yet the tameness of her. Her secretiveness added a forbidden spice to her, to that kiss, and he indulged himself, careful not to pull on her tresses. She was giving herself to him, and for now there was nothing else that mattered. Here, in his house, Rowter wouldn’t be able to get to her. He’d have to get through Charlie first.
Inwardly, Roxie sighed with enjoyment. This kiss was the most spectacular ever, she decided, extricating her fingers from between their bodies. Too bad she wouldn’t be able to hold on to him. He was quite the catch—for a society girl, which she’d ceased to be the moment she’d fled from her father’s bodyguards. Precious freedom meant more to her than anything, and to make love to Charlie brought forth the exhilaration of being free from prying eyes.
She cupped Charlie’s silk-clad buttocks in her palms, lifting him higher against her belly. He heaved a deep groan into her mouth. Their hot breath mingled, sending a ripple of pleasure down into her yearning center. Her breasts ached with an unaccustomed ferocity that left her puzzled. What was Charlie doing to her that no man had done before? A simple caress left her breathless, panting for more. This once, she’d satisfy herself as she’d yearned to since her days of freedom had begun.
His fingers disentangled from her hair and he drew away. “I want you. Do you want me?”
Roxie felt certain he was asking, as a gentleman would, to ensure he wasn’t confusing her signals. She snorted, an affectation she’d learned from Eileen. “I crossed four lanes of heavy traffic and almost got killed in the process—do you really think it was because I thought you needed a cold drink?”
Charlie grunted but kept his hungry eyes focused on her face. Under his scrutiny she felt a feminine thrill ride through her.
“I didn’t think my comfort was preying on your mind.” He smiled good-naturedly. “More like you were hot for me.” A darting glance at her breasts, and he added, “Like I was for you, Roxie. Can I take you upstairs?”
She laughed flirtatiously. “Charles Vernon, I thought you’d never ask.”
He swept her into his arms and against his massive chest as if she were a rag doll and ran up the stairs from the foyer into a corridor with many closed doors. After that, Roxie closed her eyes. She’d vowed so many times since she’d escaped her prison that she wouldn’t become angry when she saw crystal chandeliers, ornate wood mouldings and expensive furniture. She’d concentrate on Charlie. Once their lovemaking was done, she’d slip away into the night. Repressing a chuckle, she amended, As quietly as a woman can on a loud motorcycle.
If Charlie had hopped on behind her, she’d have driven into the mountains, made love to him on the blanket she’d brought, but she hadn’t counted on the urgency of fulfilling her desire. Neither had she figured in that he’d be a stuffed shirt when it came to trying something new. She’d seen the quickly concealed horror in his eyes when she’d ridden up. She loved the excitement of owning her own bike, of revving up the engine and slipping in and out behind slow-moving vehicles on the freeway.
She felt him kick a door open with the toe of his shoe and abruptly took in the scent of clean sheets, delicate flowers and Charlie’s lingering, musky scent.
“You can open your eyes now,” he whispered tenderly.
She batted her eyes open to find the room in half-light with a bed stand lamp at low power providing the only illumination. He sank to the bed, depositing her as he would have a crystal vase that might shatter with any sudden, uncalculated movements.
Roxie sank into the mattress on top of the cotton sheets. She suspected the bed had been made up to perfection earlier.
“I love the
Their tongues mated, tasted, explored. Charlie’s hands travelled up Roxie’s relaxed spine, along the soft leather and into her lustrous hair. He loved the scent, the wildness yet the tameness of her. Her secretiveness added a forbidden spice to her, to that kiss, and he indulged himself, careful not to pull on her tresses. She was giving herself to him, and for now there was nothing else that mattered. Here, in his house, Rowter wouldn’t be able to get to her. He’d have to get through Charlie first.
Inwardly, Roxie sighed with enjoyment. This kiss was the most spectacular ever, she decided, extricating her fingers from between their bodies. Too bad she wouldn’t be able to hold on to him. He was quite the catch—for a society girl, which she’d ceased to be the moment she’d fled from her father’s bodyguards. Precious freedom meant more to her than anything, and to make love to Charlie brought forth the exhilaration of being free from prying eyes.
She cupped Charlie’s silk-clad buttocks in her palms, lifting him higher against her belly. He heaved a deep groan into her mouth. Their hot breath mingled, sending a ripple of pleasure down into her yearning center. Her breasts ached with an unaccustomed ferocity that left her puzzled. What was Charlie doing to her that no man had done before? A simple caress left her breathless, panting for more. This once, she’d satisfy herself as she’d yearned to since her days of freedom had begun.
His fingers disentangled from her hair and he drew away. “I want you. Do you want me?”
Roxie felt certain he was asking, as a gentleman would, to ensure he wasn’t confusing her signals. She snorted, an affectation she’d learned from Eileen. “I crossed four lanes of heavy traffic and almost got killed in the process—do you really think it was because I thought you needed a cold drink?”
Charlie grunted but kept his hungry eyes focused on her face. Under his scrutiny she felt a feminine thrill ride through her.
“I didn’t think my comfort was preying on your mind.” He smiled good-naturedly. “More like you were hot for me.” A darting glance at her breasts, and he added, “Like I was for you, Roxie. Can I take you upstairs?”
She laughed flirtatiously. “Charles Vernon, I thought you’d never ask.”
He swept her into his arms and against his massive chest as if she were a rag doll and ran up the stairs from the foyer into a corridor with many closed doors. After that, Roxie closed her eyes. She’d vowed so many times since she’d escaped her prison that she wouldn’t become angry when she saw crystal chandeliers, ornate wood mouldings and expensive furniture. She’d concentrate on Charlie. Once their lovemaking was done, she’d slip away into the night. Repressing a chuckle, she amended, As quietly as a woman can on a loud motorcycle.
If Charlie had hopped on behind her, she’d have driven into the mountains, made love to him on the blanket she’d brought, but she hadn’t counted on the urgency of fulfilling her desire. Neither had she figured in that he’d be a stuffed shirt when it came to trying something new. She’d seen the quickly concealed horror in his eyes when she’d ridden up. She loved the excitement of owning her own bike, of revving up the engine and slipping in and out behind slow-moving vehicles on the freeway.
She felt him kick a door open with the toe of his shoe and abruptly took in the scent of clean sheets, delicate flowers and Charlie’s lingering, musky scent.
“You can open your eyes now,” he whispered tenderly.
She batted her eyes open to find the room in half-light with a bed stand lamp at low power providing the only illumination. He sank to the bed, depositing her as he would have a crystal vase that might shatter with any sudden, uncalculated movements.
Roxie sank into the mattress on top of the cotton sheets. She suspected the bed had been made up to perfection earlier.
“I love the
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