Chapter 48 #2
My eyes jump instantly up at the sound of Charlie’s voice, and what exactly had I been thinking about? Only, does it really even matter?
It’s a good thing I’m sitting on his bed and, when I drop my phone, it only falls a few inches onto the neatly made blankets. Not that I’d have cared if it cracked in half at the moment though because holy shit—
“What do you think?”
In the back of my mind, I know I’d been wondering why Charlie’d taken his suitcase into the bathroom with him, but now I get it. Why he was taking longer than usual. And holy shit—
I think my response is, “Hnnng,” but I’m not exactly sure because next thing I know, smirking like the gorgeously smug, cruel bastard he is, Charlie’s sauntering across the room, coming to a stop between my legs where I’m sitting at the edge of his bed.
Like they’ve got a mind of their own, my hands are instantly on his hips, stroking over the smooth, tight material of the black leggings he’s paired with the oversized, shimmery pale green sweater that’s currently hanging askew, showing off one beautiful, irresistibly smooth, toned shoulder.
Loose as it is over his slim frame, the sweater’s cropped short, exposing the tiniest sliver of skin above his leggings.
As if what he’s wearing’s not enough though, he’s done something with his face. His cheeks are pinker than usual, with this light shimmer over them that calls attention to the sexy freckles sprinkling their tops. When he blinks, his eyelids shimmer too.
“Is that,” I break off, clearing my throat and shifting on the bed against the sudden tightness at the front of my jeans.
Fucking hell he’s pretty. All I want is to strip him out of that outfit and suck him off so I can see how he looks, all shimmery and pink and golden and as wrecked as he always looks when I make him come. “—makeup?”
He nods. “Do you like it?”
He’s not smug and smirking anymore, and all I want is that confidence back on his face. God, he needs to know exactly what I think of how he looks right now.
Charlie lets out a soft gasp when I tug him down onto the bed and roll us so I’m pinning him back against the mattress. “I love it,” I whisper, making sure to let my lips brush over the shell of his ear.
To emphasize my point, and because my dick is begging for any kind of attention, I rock my hips against his, letting him feel how much I mean what I’m saying. And yeah, maybe there’s also some sadistic revenge for the weekend-long case of blue balls he’s giving me.
God, tomorrow night is so far off…
Tomorrow— Fuck yes.
Charlie and I have plans for tomorrow, when we get back to Riverside, and now I know I want those plans to include him looking just like he looks right now.
“Will you put it on again when you fuck me?”
The barely audible, whimpery moan he lets out has me thrusting against him again. It’s not a choice. I simply cannot help myself.
“I could totally do that.” That smirk is back on his face, breathless and more irresistible than ever.
He arches up to kiss me, and the only thing that keeps me from forgetting that we have to stop is the sound of the door just down the hall opening. An unpleasant but very needed reminder that we are far from alone right now.
“Fuck,” I whisper, pulling back from his lips and letting my forehead fall heavily against his as my fingers grip the soft fabric of his sweater in frustration. “Remind me why we’re here and not alone and naked in one of our beds back home?”
Charlie makes a tsking sound, reaching down to slap my ass. It’s harder than the swats he frequently gives me on the arm or shoulder, and oh god, why is that so hot?
His eyes are narrowed in one of his attempts at a glare, and even though he’s shutting off every one of my rational thoughts and completely invalidating the already flimsy effort with how his hand that just slapped me is now teasing over the curve of my ass through my jeans, I try to force myself to at least try to look like I’m sorry.
Apparently, he’s not buying it even a little.
“Are you going to even attempt to behave yourself?” He arches an utterly non-threatening eyebrow. Unthreatening, but unhelpfully sexy.
“I told you,” I whisper, letting my lips drag over the line of his jaw as I rock my hips against his. “You make it so hard.”
“Ohmigod,” he groans, covering his face as he shakes his head. “Why? Why are you the most ridiculous man I’ve ever met?”
“I’m not ridiculous.” I pry his hand away from his face, dropping a kiss to his palm. “It’s a serious problem. How is it fair to expect me not to be like this when you look like that?”
He grins as he presses a quick peck to my lips before squirming out from under me as I roll onto my back so I can stare up at him. “I think you should be asking yourself that too, Myles Marlow. Look at you, all handsome and drool-worthy—”
The already heated temperature of my blood spikes as he rakes his eyes down my body and then up again.
“—with your sleeves,” he leans down to pluck at the material of my shirt, “rolled up, you dirty cheater. Totally unfair.” A slow, supposedly disapproving shake of his head. “Especially considering the fact that you have a serious advantage over me.
“You,” a sweep of his hand in my direction, “are wearing jeans. Sexy, tempting jeans that hug your gorgeous ass I can’t stop thinking about just right.
Jeans that are soo much better for hiding untimely hard-ons than leggings,” he gestures to where his obvious erection is straining against the skintight material and I groan, completely unable to keep from palming my own dick through my (apparently tempting, ass-hugging) jeans.
“So you tell me, who exactly should be complaining about fairness here?”
My smile’s so big, I don’t know that I’ll ever be able to wipe it completely from my face.
I love this man. So completely and overwhelmingly that, at moments like this, with his beautiful smile beaming at me and his brilliant eyes full of the brightness his mere presence fills my life with, there isn’t room in my head for any thought besides that.
And soon, just as soon as I can work up the courage, I’m going to tell him.