Chapter 9 #2
He’s turning me into a girl. I hate it. No one can ever find out, or I’ll never live it down. I sigh, long and deep.
“What was that for?”
“I’m sorry I made a mess of things.” My voice is muffled as I burrow deeper into the crook of his neck.
He kisses the top of my head. “You can’t help being a scene-stealer. That’s just your way.”
“You don’t even know me.” I rub my cheek against his stubble.
How had I missed him? What is wrong with me?
“I know enough.”
It’s true. Charlie Radcliffe seems to understand something about me I don’t have words for. Something I’m not sure I understand myself.
I lift, planting my hands on his broad chest. “You drive me crazy.”
The woman I am when I’m not with Charlie is standing in the background, appalled at the things I’m confessing. But the woman in this car wants nothing more than to invite him in.
His hand falls to the curve of my ass. “I haven’t fucked in the back seat of a car since I was seventeen.”
I flash him a smile full of mischief. “Oh yeah? It’s only been a couple weeks for me.”
He laughs, making him devastatingly gorgeous. “You are such a brat.”
“I think you like it.”
“I think you’re impossible.”
I prop myself on his chest, my lashes fluttering. “Yet you can’t resist me.”
“I’d argue, but the evidence is against me.” He trails a finger over my cheek.
Our eyes meet.
He drags his thumb across my lower lip.
“Are you sorry?” I hold my breath.
“No.” His voice is soft, wrapping me up like a warm blanket. “You?”
“No.” When he swipes his thumb over the damp flesh once again, my tongue sneaks out and licks. “I’ve never seen midnight eyes before.”
His gaze flashes, darkens. “That’s funny because I was thinking I’ve never seen eyes look like lightning.” When I tighten around his shaft, he chuckles. “You’re so easy.”
“Don’t ruin this for me by being annoying.”
He tucks a lock of hair behind my ear. “You want to please me. There’s no shame in that.”
I scowl, digging my nails into his chest. “Your ego needs to be humbled on the regular.”
“Your cunt disagrees.”
“Is that so?” I clamp my inner walls down around him.
He sucks in a breath, his cock hardening. “Not fair.”
I do it again, rocking forward. “Now, what about me makes you think I’m interested in fair?”
He groans and pushes up his hips, sending a jolt of pleasure through me. “You’re so evil. I love it.”
“Of course you do.”
Charlie
Other than the glow of lights from the parking lot, the sky is inky dark. Between our two vehicles, Jessica and I square off in our separate corners. Since we skipped the awkward goodbye the first time around, neither one of us quite knows what to say or how to leave.
I’m still not sure I understand what happened.
One minute, I was texting her to provide an innocent update, and the next, I was pushing her into the back seat of my SUV.
I run a hand through my hair, doing my best to collect my thoughts, even though I’m wrecked.
We fooled around for over two hours. Two grown adults, who should know better, parked in a deserted corner of a fucking Walmart, going at it like a couple of horny teenagers.
What’s worse? I don’t want to leave.
It makes me nervous, because leaving is not a problem I have. I’m always anxious to be on my way. Not that I don’t let a woman linger, because I’m not a total asshole, but I’m still ready to be on my way before she is.
So, not wanting to let Jessica Moore out of my sight is exactly why I should get in my car and drive away. But all I can think about is that at this time next week, I won’t have to.
I’ll see her walk down the hall.
I’ll have meetings with her.
I’ll see her at functions and parties and get-togethers and game nights. Our houses are a mile and a half from each other, running along the same river’s edge.
She is about to become very accessible.
And I find her utterly fucking addictive.
She is irresistible, somehow flipping every single switch I have, including the ones I hide. Today proves how susceptible I am to her.
Which makes her dangerous and punctuates why I need to stay away.
My hope is now that I’ve fucked around with her for a couple of hours and come multiple times, I’ll get control of the situation.
But I have my doubts.
Glancing at her standing there, propped up against her car completely ravished, makes losing my mind more understandable.
Since I ripped the buttons clear off her white silk blouse, she’s tied the fabric between her tits, showing off an expanse of flat stomach before the tight slate-gray skirt that hugs her hips starts.
Her legs are long in stiletto heels. Her hair is a wild mess, spilling over her shoulders and down her back.
She is so fucking hot, I can’t help staring at her in a kind of stunned awe. I have no idea how I’m going to get work done ever again.
To fill the silence and get us moving in the right direction, I jut my chin at her. “What’s your mom going to say about how you look?”
She shrugs, waving a hand through the air. “They go to bed at nine thirty. They’ll be none the wiser.”
“I suppose that’s something.” I lean against my SUV, crossing my arms. “All things considered, I should probably know how old you are.”
“Thirty-two.” She angles even more against the car, cocking her hip. “What about you?”
“Thirty-six.” I let my gaze travel all over her and do my best to lighten the mood. “Have you had enough orgasms to concentrate on Saturday?”