Page 48 of Fire in My Heart

Her lips twitched. “I’m up for that challenge.”

I used my shoulders to widen her stance, then lifted one leg over my shoulder, holding her to me with a hand on her ass. In this position, she was open to me.

Her fingers dug into my scalp as I licked her. She tasted sweet, like warm honey. I circled her clit, then used my fingers to plunge in and out of her. Her hips undulated at my ministrations, and when she went over, I held her through her orgasm.

I stood, kissing her until her back was pressed against the wall. I lifted her and entered her in one motion.

“Oh, fuck. You feel better than you did last night.”

She arched a brow. “Maybe because you’re not wearing a condom.”

“Shit. I’m sorry.” I quickly pulled out and lowered her to the floor. I couldn’t believe I’d been so careless.

“Hurry,” Charlotte called after me, but I’d already grabbed a towel and rubbed myself down before grabbing the last condom in my wallet.

I was back in the shower within seconds, the rubber covering my dick. I didn’t waste any time lifting her against the tiles and sliding home.

It felt good, not quite as nice as going bare, but still amazing. We didn’t have much time, so I thrust hard, my eyes falling shut as I reveled in the feel of her pussy squeezing my cock. I’d never get enough of this, of her.

There was something about her that drove me crazy and inspired me to keep her close at the same time.

When I felt the telltale tingle at the base of my spine, I used my thumb to press against her clit, her head hit the tile with a thunk, and she moaned. I followed her over, wishing we could spend the whole day in her cottage, hiding from the outside world.

I lowered her slowly to the floor, grabbing the soap to washoff quickly while Charlotte shampooed her hair. We were quick and efficient, neither of us saying anything.

Charlotte got out before me, drying off, then disappearing into the bedroom to get dressed. I followed more slowly, needing some time to deal with my feelings.

I never felt anything after sex. It was a release. It was something I did from time to time but not anything I craved or needed. But Charlotte was quickly becoming an addiction. One I wasn’t sure I’d be able to drop.

But we’d promised to give it some time and enjoy being in the moment. I shouldn’t be thinking about it or why it felt so different from anything else in my life thus far.

When I walked into the bedroom, Charlotte was already gone. I dressed quickly, finding her in the kitchen drinking coffee. “You want a to-go cup?”

“Sure,” I said as she poured the coffee.

Charlotte screwed on the lid and handed it to me. “We should get going.”

We headed out to our vehicles.

“I have to stop at home to change.” I was wearing my T-shirt and the clothes I had on last night.

“I’ll see you on the farm then.”

“Sounds good.” I nodded to her as she got into her small car and drove away. It was better this way. My family didn’t need to see us arriving together or me in the same clothes I was wearing last night.

For the first time, I was grateful my house had flooded and I was forced to stay in the garage apartment. At home, I changed quickly, then drove to the main house, parking next to Charlotte’s car.

When I met up with Wes by the barn, he said, “You take my advice last night?”

My jaw tightened. “I don’t kiss and tell.”

Wes smirked. “That’s a yes.”

I jerked my chin in the direction of the door to the barn. “Get back to work, or I’ll tell your wife you married her out of pity.”

Wes sobered quickly. “That’s not true, and she knows it.”

I raised a brow. “Does she?”

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