Chapter 16 Charlotte #2
His tongue glided into my mouth and against mine.
There shouldn’t have been tongue. This was supposed to be a wedding kiss in front of an audience.
Chaste and sweet. Not whatever was going on here.
This was escalating wildly into groping and grinding against each other.
His probing tongue explored every inch of my mouth.
His cock pressed against me, and it felt thick and hard.
Flames crept over my skin. My fingers curled into his soft hair.
I should stop this. God, I don’t want it to stop.
He cupped my breast through my dress and moaned against my neck.
Heat pooled between my thighs, along with an unbearable ache.
I’d never have taken this measured control-freak man for a moaner.
My back hit the wall. With a hand either side of my head, he boxed me in.
His lips traveled along my jaw and down my throat.
I should have pulled away, but I was too high on him to protest. High on his scent, the relentlessness of his lips, the feel of his hard chest pressed to mine.
We were practically dry-humping each other.
This was dirty and unexpected, but so fucking hot and intoxicating.
My body was still responding to him like a horny teenager, whether I wanted it or not—racing heart, weak knees, fluttering stomach.
“I need to touch you.” His voice was thick and unsteady in my ear.
“Do whatever you want.” I sounded needy and desperate, but I was too turned on to be embarrassed.
One hand wrapped around my ass, squeezing, and the other slipped up my inner thigh.
With a deft hand, he pulled my underwear down and drew a finger through my folds, parting me.
There was no resistance. The wetness at my core slicked my thighs.
A groan escaped him, and it was the most erotic sound I’d ever heard.
His knee nudged between my legs, and his finger came to rest lightly on my swollen clit.
My body set alight. My breath came in shuddery gasps.
“You’re my fiancée. I brought you here for me. No one else. Do you understand?” He whispered the words hotly against my collarbone, like a prayer. He rubbed my clit in a smooth, light motion that made my toes curl.
“If you want a man to touch you, then you ask me. If you want to feel something different, I’m willing to oblige.”
Somehow, I found words to speak. “This isn’t in the contract.”
“We can amend the contract.”
“I’m sure we can when it suits you.”
He slipped a long finger inside me, silencing me. His words were rough against my ear. “That’s right, sweetheart. My contract. My rules.”
A moan left my lips. I wanted to surrender.
I needed to fall apart and let him put me back together again.
I shouldn’t have wanted it, but the ache was unbearable.
He worked my clit in firm circles. It usually took me a long time to orgasm, but pleasure sparked at the base of my spine and rolled behind my hips.
I could barely breathe from the need to come.
My legs began to shake. The sensation was so intense, a whimper left my mouth.
He watched every play of emotion on my face as he worked me with his expert fingers. Another shuddering whimper escaped me.
A slight smirk curved his lips. His crisp voice was icy and aloof. “I know, baby. It feels good, doesn’t it? Your pussy feels so good for me, too. Are you dripping like this for me or for him?”
He couldn’t even help being a condescending prick when he was doling out more pleasure than should have been humanly possible.
I sucked in a few desperate gasps of air. “You’re jealous? Is that what this is?”
“I took you to that party to be with me, not him. You’re never going to let him touch you again.”
He curled his finger, hitting a spot that made my pussy clench. My breath left me with a strange hissing sound. I couldn’t stop myself from grinding shamelessly against his hand.
“Say it.” He slipped in another finger and held perfectly still.
“Say what?”
He withdrew his fingers sharply.
“Fuck!” I clamped my thighs together to soothe the desperate need.
He interlaced his fingers with mine and pinned my hands high above my head against the wall. “Tell me what I want to hear. You’ll never let him touch you again.”
I was so close to the edge, I would have said anything to make him carry on. “Please. Don’t stop.”
“As much as I enjoy hearing you beg, I need you to tell me you’ll never let Reuben touch you again.”
Of course I wouldn’t. What did I care about Cole’s brother when I had Cole touching me like this?
Reuben was lovely. He was gorgeous and charming in a bumbling, sincere way, but golden retriever men weren’t my type.
My type had always been Cole. Only Cole.
I looked him squarely in the eyes. “Reuben who?”
“Good girl.” He drove two fingers back inside of me, filling me, curling upward. His thumb played with my clit in unyielding, deliberate strokes.
“Stay away from him. Stay away from my father.”
“I didn’t even know your father was there.”
“Good.”
He tugged down the zip at the back of my dress and freed my breasts. He groaned as he pulled my bra cups aside and buried his face in my cleavage. The indecent slippery sound of his fingers pumping into me as he sucked on my nipples made my face hot.
“Dripping all over my hand. You needed this, didn’t you, Charlotte?”
Yes. I needed it. But it’s too much. Not enough.
It had been so long. Too long since I’d felt any pleasure in my body.
His lips found mine again, and he kissed me deeply, smothering my moans.
I’d forgotten this kind of unbearable, raw aliveness.
The sparking heat of skin against skin. He latched onto my nipple with his mouth and sucked hard.
Release ripped through me, sudden and overwhelming, like a river bursting its dam.
I was coming. Coming harder than I ever had in my life.
A stream of indecipherable sounds left my lips.
I cried out and buried my face into his shoulder.
His masculine scent filled my nose, and I breathed him in.
“Eyes on me,” he commanded. “See who makes you feel this good.”
I gripped his shoulder tightly and lifted my face to meet his gaze. His inscrutable eyes held mine as I shook with release. He didn’t stop soothing my clit until every tremor left my body and I collapsed limp against him, still quivering and panting.
The contract had been ridiculous, but it was important.
We both knew where we stood. This shouldn’t have happened.
He stepped away, still watching me intently.
I yanked my dress down from around my hips and smoothed it.
Orgasms complicated matters that could have been straightforward.
I really shouldn’t have let that happen.
What had just come to pass wasn’t funny, but a dark humor gripped me, and I couldn’t help myself. It was ridiculous. My life had become ridiculous. I had to find the humor in it or I’d fall to the floor and weep. A laugh bubbled up and burst out of me. It echoed around the still entrance hall.
He raised a dark brow. “Something amusing?”
“I was just thinking that was a good effort, but we might need to tone it down for the big day.”
“Agreed.” He arched a dark brow and smoothed his shirt. “It’s going to need some work.”