Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 31942 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 160(@200wpm)___ 128(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31942 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 160(@200wpm)___ 128(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
He plays my body like an instrument he’s always known. Every pleasurable note blends into the next until I realize the pain has receded and there’s only need, hot and achy, left in its place.
“Don’t come yet,” he commands as he slowly withdraws. There’s something so erotic about the sight of his body entering mine again, about seeing our flesh become one in this moment.
He fills me up and cradles my ass in his hands. He grips my soft flesh so tightly that I’m pretty sure I’ll have bruises there tomorrow and I love that idea. I love that I’ll be marked by him.
“Now?” I plead and writhe against him. I don’t know how he’s managing to bounce me on his cock so perfectly but every time he thrusts in, he’s hitting all of the spots I need. There’s so much pleasure so close but I’m not about to reach for it. Not until he says I can.
He clenches his jaw as he increases the tempo, finally finding a rhythm that’s about to push us both over the edge.
“Now,” the word is a snarl ripped from his throat. It’s all I need as I come around his cock, squeezing every bit of pleasure from his body that I can. I’m a sweaty, panting mess by the time I float back down.
“Good girl, waiting for permission,” he murmurs right before his own release starts. It goes on and on, his sticky seed spilling into my pussy and down my thighs.
We’ve made a mess of the counter but when Brody hugs me so tight, I really don’t care. All I care about is that his naked body is against mine. His cock is nestled between my thighs and he’s still so hard. But neither of us say anything, the only sound in the room is our harsh breathing.
“I think I need to shower again,” I force myself to chuckle as I say the words. I wish we could stay like this forever. I wish he’d always hold me this close and that we could be a real couple. But I know better than to focus on those emotions. I have to pretend that this didn’t mean anything to me.
“You’re probably right.” He lets me go and is that reluctance on his face? No, I have to be misunderstanding this again. He doesn’t want to snuggle with me or cuddle or anything that couples do. This was just good sex. Scratch that. It was amazing sex. Amazing sex with the one man I can never have.
I push from the counter and try to figure out what I’m supposed to say. I have no experience with flings and certainly not with someone like Brody, who is hot and perfect and makes me feel all giddy.
“I’ll just…” I start then because I can’t decide what to say, I do the only thing I can think to. I nod at him like we share amazing sex all the time and walk out of the room.
9
BRODY
I blink after Charlie has left the room. For a second, I couldn’t focus because all I could do was watch those beautiful round globes as she walked away. Now there’s an ache deep in my chest. One that tells me I need to go to her.
I’ve never been a toucher after sex. It just doesn’t seem like there’s much point. But it’s different with Charlie. I need to touch her. Need to keep feeling her skin against mine. Need to spend more time with those curves wrapped around me.
Hearing the shower water knocks me out of my trance and I march down the hall. I knock once then without waiting, I’m barreling into the bathroom.
She peers from behind the shower curtain. Her long hair is already wet, and her lips are still swollen from my kisses. “What are you doing?”
“Conserving water,” I answer as I join her in the too tiny bathtub. I pull her naked body against my own, needing her more than I can explain. I’ve needed her for three years and I’ve been too much of a coward to admit that to myself.
She stiffens in my arms, but she doesn’t push against me. Surprise and wariness mix in her tone. “What is this about?”
I want to tell her I love her. I want to tell her that my heart feels like it’s beating for the first time. But I can’t risk pushing her away. Not with that creep out there stalking her. So, I settle for different words and hope my tone communicates what I’m not saying, “I like you, Charlie.”
She relaxes into my embrace then giggles. “I kind of figured that out on the kitchen counter.”
“Let me take care of you.” I guide her under the water and wash her hair. I use that floral shampoo, the scent filling the steamy space. When I’m done, I grab the bar of soap and wash her all over, careful to watch her injured arm. There’s something about doing this. It feels intimate and primal.