Chapter 20
Chapter Twenty
Hope
I reached behind me and unclasped my bra. Charlie dropped his pants and boxer briefs in one swoop, and it was more than clear he was ready for me.
My heart was beating wildly. In Paris, he’d been a sexy stranger. Now I wore a pretend ring, and his touch set off a deeper desire to my soul.
We kissed at the edge of the bed, and Big Charlie brushed against my thigh. My muscles tensed, my nipples hard. I wanted him too. Excitement strummed through me, and I climbed onto the bed.
He followed me, kissing my lips. I sighed and ran my hands down his muscled back. Being with Charlie was like finding a spot in heaven. As our kiss ended, he used those sexy lips of his on my neck, tickling me with his rougher all-day-outside scruff.
Then he found my erect nipples and suckled. I moaned as blood rushed through my veins. I rolled my panties off me, grateful I'd picked the sexier ones.
His cock grew even harder, and I ached to be one with him. My body grew warm and ready. I wrapped my legs around his, urging him to take me. We’d waited long enough. Part of me had known the second he’d walked into the bar that we would end up naked and in bed.
He stopped and slipped on a condom. I had no idea where it'd come from, but it didn’t matter. My clit was sensitive and ready. And my body steamed both from now and from the memory of being completed.
He finished, and I opened my legs wider. When he slipped inside my core, I moaned. My heart fluttered. Hunger for him overtook me, and I held on tighter.
He found a rhythm, and I lost the ability to see beyond him. Warmness rushed through me, and my entire body spasmed. I couldn’t see anything except Charlie. All I heard was my heartbeat. Trembles of desire racing through my fingers and toes. I was Charlie’s for as long as he wanted me.