Page 104 of Between the Lines

“Don’t you dare rip these,” she mutters against my neck.

I groan. “How else am I gonna get at you?”

“I’ll take them off.” There’s a smile in her voice as she slides off me. She barely stands before I reach out and tug her pajama shorts and panties straight down.

She’s so pretty. I groan at the sight of her pussy and pull her close, a hand on her hips. I need her on my tongue.

She stops me. “Aiden,” she says, and there’s a warning in her tone. Fuck.Right.

“Sorry, sweetheart.” I pull her back down on my lap instead and kiss her. She’s naked in my arms, on top of me, and I let my hands roam. Over the curve of her spine and the dimples at her lower back. She grinds against me, and I encourage the movement. Even if it makes my cock ache while her heat is so close to me. “God, you’re beautiful.”

That “no compliments” rule is impossible. Might be smart, sure. To keep this from getting too emotional. But I can’t help myself.

She moans when I reach between our bodies, my thumb finding her clit. It swells rapidly at my circling, and I fucking love this—how responsive she is, how wild she is. How she’s always been game.

Her nipples are taut, and her tits jiggle a little with each sharp inhale.

“I wish I had your vibrator,” I mutter. “I’d tuck it against your clit while you ride my hand.”

Charlotte shudders in my grasp, another small moan escapes her. “I…. have it with me. It’s upstairs.”

I curse against her lips. It’s so tempting, but I can’t let go of her to save my life. It would kill me. “We’ll use it later.”

“Okay,” she whispers.

I move my thumb around her clit, pushing on the little button, circling, alternating. I slide my other hand further down until I find her entrance. She’s wet and slick and tight, and I slowly thrust my middle finger inside her.

Charlotte collapses on me, pressing her face to my shoulder. “Oh my God,” she breathes. Her hips move, and I spur her on.

“That’s it, Chaos. Use me to make yourself feel good.” She rolls her hips and sinks down more on my hand.

I press our mouths together again, even as I’m working between her legs, and feel her clench around my finger.

“I want you to show me how you use that vibrator later,” I mutter. “I want to see all your orgasms.”

She’s breathing fast. I flick my thumb back and forth over her clit, the same as I would have with my tongue if she’d let me, and another deep-body shudder racks through her.

“I just want you inside me,” she murmurs.

CHAPTER 38

AIDEN

I want it so much, it’s physically painful. My cock is hard as granite beneath us, and I know the second it’s freed from behind the zipper, I won’t be able to resist sinking into her tight heat.

But we haven’t had sex since that one night all those weeks ago.

The self-discipline it takes to not pull down my zipper and thrust into her strips years off my life.Years.But right now, I’m too tightly wound and too angry, and I can’t be gentle or go easy.

And I’m not fucking Charlotte just once.

It has to be right when it happens. So I slide another finger alongside my first, stretching her tightness. Charlotte shudders again, and her hands on my shoulders morph into a viselike grip.

“I am inside you, Chaos. Nowhere else I’d rather be.”

She tips her head back, a sharp blush rises up her chest. “Aiden,” she says, her hips undulating against me. She’s a vision, a work of art. Beauty personified, and for an instant, I’m so close to coming myself that white-hot pleasure centers at the base of my spine.

But this is about her.

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