27. Charlie
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N oah abandons the party, disappearing up the stairs to the second floor.
My chest is pounding and I’m enraged .
I’m tempted to storm up to Beth and give her a piece of my mind, but my heart is too heavy with guilt.
I know Noah.
This isn't him.
He's hurt. Seeing me in his arms again—regardless how innocent—had to have triggered something...dark in him.
It’s the only explanation.
I weave through the crowd and make my way upstairs to my room. I knock on the door gently since he has my only key.
It’s a minute before he opens the door and my heart stops.
He looks...broken.
“I’m sorry I slapped you.”
He steps aside, letting me enter. Closing the door, he presses me against it. “Don’t be. I liked it.”
“You liked it? And people think I’m weird.”
He smooths my hair and strokes the side of my face before looking into my eyes. “I like that you don’t take my shit.”
“You don’t really think—”
“No," he breathes. "It was a reaction you didn't deserve. One I’m not proud of.” He pulls away. “I’m sorry.”
“Can we talk about it?”
He runs his hands through his hair and sits on the bed. “That’s breaking rule number one.”
I step between his legs, making him look at me. “I think we broke that rule when you cornered me downstairs because I was saying hello to an old friend.”
He looks up at me with a small grin. “I know. That wasn't fair. I told you it was never about you and that's still true. It just…doesn't make it hurt any less.”
My throat clogs and liquid fills my eyes. “I’m s—”
He presses his finger to my lips. “Stop. I never want to hear another apology from you.”
“But—”
“No matter what. That’s not why I’m telling you this. I’m telling you this because we agreed to honesty. And regardless of how innocent—I didn’t like his hands on you tonight, Charlie.”
I nod. “Okay. I'm okay with that," I say with a smile.
He smooths my hair again, almost like a reminder to be gentle with me. Then pushes me aside to stand, leaving me facing the empty bed. “Please just give me a minute. It’s supposed to be a celebration. I’ve ruined enough for you.”
I don’t move, keeping my gaze on the covers. “Why did you call me up here?”
There's a beat before he answers behind me. “No reason. Heat of the moment.”
I turn to face him. “What heat? What did you want to say? Or do?”
“It was nothing. Fine, look, I’ll walk down with you.”
Suddenly I have deja vu of nights when I felt rejected. Nights he looked like he wanted to devour me but held back because he was afraid he’d break me or something.
My chest burns with anger I’m not certain I can control the way Noah can.
There might be a price for what I’m about to do but I’ll pay it. “I left my panties at the spa.”
He blinks. “What?”
“Do you think anyone noticed? Downstairs?”
“Charlie, don’t fuck with me.”
I shrug and pick up my purse from the floor.My skintight dress rising slightly.
Noah spins me against the door. His breath on the back of my neck. “Fine. I’ll tell you. I wanted you up here so I could flip you over on the bed and fuck you so hard they'll hear you screaming from the vents. I wanted to drive into you like I own you, slam my cock so deep you'd forget your name. You wouldn't be Charlie. You wouldn't be Charlotte.”
I pant against the door. "Then what would you call me?"
"Mine."
My turn to face him. “I'm all yours.”
He breaks and breathes my name. “Charlie.”
I hike my dress and pull down my panties, handing them to him.
He scoffs. “Should’ve known you were full of shit.”
I storm over to the bed, bending over the quilt and resting on my elbows.
He steps up behind me and pulls me up gently, leaning me against his chest. “I’ll be right back. Don't. Move.”
I hear the water running in the bathroom and a moment later he’s behind me again. He holds me upright, kissing my neck and shoulder tenderly. He lifts my dress over my ass, holding it there as he swipes his fingers between my legs. He hums appreciatively. "Does my dirty mouth turn you on?"
"Yes."
"Good," He removes his hand, leaving me cold, and bends me over the bed. "You'll need it."
"What?" I breathe.
His husky voice is in my ear. "Move your right hand between your legs and get yourself off."
I gasp, lifting my head. "This is what you had in mind?"
"No. This is what you had in mind. You wanted to spend the night alone? Show me what you had planned."
I hear him unbuckle behind me, his pants dropping to the floor. He stands behind me with his cock teasing my entrance, and the urge to touch myself is too strong to fight.
A sharp slap on my ass makes me cry out and I move my hand between my legs, whimpering as I rub myself.
His hands are on my hips. "Does that feel good?"
If he's talking about the spank, then yes. Heavens yes. I shake my head. "No."
"But it's what you had planned for yourself tonight, wasn't it?"
“Noah.”
"Is it enough to make you explode?" He strokes himself behind me, his tip just barely grazing me as he does.
I don't answer him. I rub faster, panting. A humming noise starts and it takes me a moment to realize he has my vibrator.
"How about this? Does this help?" He smooths the lipstick-sized toy along my dripping center before pushing it through my folds. I moan, loving the vibration in my core but needing more.
Desperately needing more and it's right behind me.
"I…I don't want to come like this. I want you," I pant, feeling on edge but knowing it won't come close to what he can do. "I only want you."
He pushes my hand down and shoves the toy aside before whispering gruffly in my ear. "Don't you forget it."
My stomach flips.
Reaching over, he rubs me tantalizingly slow. “Tell me this pussy is mine and I’ll fuck it.”
I clench at his words. “It’s yours. I’m yours. Make me scream the way only you can.”
“Fuck.” He reaches for a pillow, shoving it under my chin before giving me another sharp slap. I yelp into the pillow just as his hard cock slides between my wet folds, filling the void since my good-for-nothing vibrator left it. He doesn’t give me time to adjust.He's so aroused, pumping into me with furious strokes, slamming into me as promised, filling me to the brim.
I come fast and hard, screaming into the pillow. Noah grunts, giving three rough thrusts and rubbing me to keep me going before shuddering and pulling out of me before his release.
Holy shit. I'm on a cloud I never want to come down from. I'm with a man I never want to leave. I'm so fucking in love, I could cry.
Noah waits for me by the door when I step out of the bathroom after cleaning myself up.
He hangs my silver purse over my shoulder and snakes his hand behind my neck. “I’m sorry.”
“For what?”
“I promised to always be kissing you when we’re…” he leans into me but I push against his chest.
“I’ll let you make it up to me later. I need to go deal with someone now.”
“Beth?”
“How did you know?”
“Who do you think pointed you out to me when I walked in?” He grins.
“Why is this funny?”
“It’s not funny, it’s cute. You've got your claws, your target, ready to… what exactly did you plan on doing?” He smirks like he can’t help himself.
My eyes widen. “I don’t know.”
He pulls me against him. “Come on, let’s just havea good time. She’ll leave on her own.”
“That's no fun,” I grumble.
He hands me back my key card.
I'm about to reach for it, then stop. “Hold on to it. You can come get my things later when we’re ready to go home."
He grins and kisses the tip of my nose. "Noah one. Charlie zero."