name, mesmerizing her. Her limbs went slack, and she felt helpless to move. Didn’t want to move and break the spell. Because right here, and right now, there was no one else in the world. There was only Charlie, saying her name—rubbing his lips into the hollow of her throat, reminding every cell in her body that she was alive, and that she needed him too.
He lowered her onto the bed. The mattress creaked when he added his weight to hers, removed his shoes and socks. As she drank in the scent of him—sweat and adrenaline and male musk—prickles of excitement spread down her belly and twitched between her legs. Hurriedly, she kicked off her sandals.
On the nightstand beside the bed, a pistol flickered in the moonlight. Charlie had seen to everything, and right now all she wanted to do was lose herself in the moment. Right now all she wanted to think about was how good it felt to be with him.
Reaching out, he took her hands in his. “You’re shaking.”
“It’s been a wild night,” she replied, even though she knew that wasn’t the reason she trembled. He rolled on his side, facing her. Watching her from beneath hooded lids, he worked his knee between her legs, dragging it up and down until the friction from his body and the tug of her jeans had her aching and wet. Her hand went to her mouth to muffle a soft cry. He pulled that hand down, cupped her palm over his rock-hard length. “This is what you do to me,” he said, his voice low and throaty.
She fumbled with the buttons on his Levis, and he helped her push them down.
“Talk to me, Anna. Tell me what you need . ”
She dipped her hand inside his boxers, cradled his erection, delighting in the slick, hot feel of him.
“Talk to me, Peaches.”
Her heart fluttered nervously in her chest. Talking had never been her thing—and certainly not in bed. But she did know what she wanted. She wanted Charlie. She wanted him like she’d never wanted any other man.
“Naked. I want you naked.” Just saying those words felt freeing and conjured up all sorts of ideas of what she wanted to do to him—what she wanted him to do to her.
“That’s no problem.” He wriggled on the bed, twisting out of his Levis and boxers, while she worked his T-shirt over his head.
“Now you.” It wasn’t a request.
She scooted out of her jeans, out of her damp panties, and then sat back on her heels. Charlie lay on his side, never taking his eyes off her as she shed her blouse, her bra—all of her protective layers. Reaching up he caught one breast in his hand. Gently, he squeezed and played and fondled. He teased the sensitive skin around her nipple over and over again, frustrating her, driving her mad.
His eyes met hers. “Tell me, Anna.”
Her heart still fluttered in her chest, but she was no longer nervous. She didn’t know how Charlie had done this to her, but it didn’t matter. She liked it.
She’d never been in so much danger, and yet she’d never felt so safe.
She moved his fingers to her hardened nipples. “I want to feel your mouth on me, here.”
“Not right now.”
She started to complain, but by then he’d pushed her legs wide, and she changed her mind about where she wanted to feel his mouth.
“You’re so beautiful,” he said, slipping his thumb between her folds, and working it in slow circles over her until she wanted to scream. At last, he put his mouth on her. He pushed his fingers inside her, while he licked and sucked and flicked his tongue.
She writhed against him, wanting more, so much more.
“Please.” She gasped and tugged him up by the shoulders until he lay on top of her.
He snuck his arms around her and rolled on his back, leaving her on top, straddling his hips. She took a moment to let her eyes feast on his body—the honed, hard muscles of his chest and arms, his flat tanned stomach. She loved the way his erection jutted out of the dark hairs that curled in his groin. She started to move down, wanting to taste him,
He lowered her onto the bed. The mattress creaked when he added his weight to hers, removed his shoes and socks. As she drank in the scent of him—sweat and adrenaline and male musk—prickles of excitement spread down her belly and twitched between her legs. Hurriedly, she kicked off her sandals.
On the nightstand beside the bed, a pistol flickered in the moonlight. Charlie had seen to everything, and right now all she wanted to do was lose herself in the moment. Right now all she wanted to think about was how good it felt to be with him.
Reaching out, he took her hands in his. “You’re shaking.”
“It’s been a wild night,” she replied, even though she knew that wasn’t the reason she trembled. He rolled on his side, facing her. Watching her from beneath hooded lids, he worked his knee between her legs, dragging it up and down until the friction from his body and the tug of her jeans had her aching and wet. Her hand went to her mouth to muffle a soft cry. He pulled that hand down, cupped her palm over his rock-hard length. “This is what you do to me,” he said, his voice low and throaty.
She fumbled with the buttons on his Levis, and he helped her push them down.
“Talk to me, Anna. Tell me what you need . ”
She dipped her hand inside his boxers, cradled his erection, delighting in the slick, hot feel of him.
“Talk to me, Peaches.”
Her heart fluttered nervously in her chest. Talking had never been her thing—and certainly not in bed. But she did know what she wanted. She wanted Charlie. She wanted him like she’d never wanted any other man.
“Naked. I want you naked.” Just saying those words felt freeing and conjured up all sorts of ideas of what she wanted to do to him—what she wanted him to do to her.
“That’s no problem.” He wriggled on the bed, twisting out of his Levis and boxers, while she worked his T-shirt over his head.
“Now you.” It wasn’t a request.
She scooted out of her jeans, out of her damp panties, and then sat back on her heels. Charlie lay on his side, never taking his eyes off her as she shed her blouse, her bra—all of her protective layers. Reaching up he caught one breast in his hand. Gently, he squeezed and played and fondled. He teased the sensitive skin around her nipple over and over again, frustrating her, driving her mad.
His eyes met hers. “Tell me, Anna.”
Her heart still fluttered in her chest, but she was no longer nervous. She didn’t know how Charlie had done this to her, but it didn’t matter. She liked it.
She’d never been in so much danger, and yet she’d never felt so safe.
She moved his fingers to her hardened nipples. “I want to feel your mouth on me, here.”
“Not right now.”
She started to complain, but by then he’d pushed her legs wide, and she changed her mind about where she wanted to feel his mouth.
“You’re so beautiful,” he said, slipping his thumb between her folds, and working it in slow circles over her until she wanted to scream. At last, he put his mouth on her. He pushed his fingers inside her, while he licked and sucked and flicked his tongue.
She writhed against him, wanting more, so much more.
“Please.” She gasped and tugged him up by the shoulders until he lay on top of her.
He snuck his arms around her and rolled on his back, leaving her on top, straddling his hips. She took a moment to let her eyes feast on his body—the honed, hard muscles of his chest and arms, his flat tanned stomach. She loved the way his erection jutted out of the dark hairs that curled in his groin. She started to move down, wanting to taste him,
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