Page 51 of When You Saved Me

Tumbling toward the edge, I didn’t want to come this way. I wanted to be inside of her, stroking her pussy nice and deep.

With the most effort I’d put into anything in my life, I retreated. Charlie gasped for breaths with a delicious smile on her face. Releasing my hold on her hair, the tendrils fell forward over her shoulders, covering her breasts like some exotic mermaid.

Fear. Doubt. Worry. All the things I ran away from. All the things I wasn’t good at.

But this. With her. The physical. I could do this all day long.

Extending my hand toward her, she looked at it, head cocked to the side. “Are you already done with me?”

I huffed a breath as she slipped her small hand into mine. “Not even close.” I guided her toward the back of the couch and as she stepped in front of me, I planted my hand over her left breast. The edges of her scar seemed calmer than they had last night when she was itchy and irritated. The salve had worked, and I was thankful. I hated seeing her even the slightest bit uncomfortable.

Charlie tilted her head back, eyelashes fluttering as I moved my other hand to the small of her back, drawing her close. My cock pressed against her belly. I flexed it against her and her lips pulled back into a smile.

“I’m so wet for you, Deacon.” The sultry sound of her voice acknowledging the want she had for me had my entire body tensing with the need to claim her. My head dipped low as my hand skirted up her chest and over her decolletage until my fingers wrapped around her exquisite neck.

She bit her lower lip.

“Do you know what that fucking does to me?” My grip tightened against her skin.

“I think I have an idea,” she smirked.

“Why do you insist on testing me? Crossing all my boundaries and making mefucking feel? I didn’t ask for this.” I walked her backward until her ass hit the back of the couch.

“I didn’t ask for you to come into my life and wreck me,” I said against her lips before I trailed my tongue along theopen seam. Her little gasp of air had my dick throbbing to be inside of her.

“You didn’t ask,” she replied. “You begged me, Deacon. I could see it in your eyes. You wanted me from the second you saw me all those years ago.” She glared at me. My little sunshine fuckingglaredat me. Feisty didn’t begin to cover what she possessed behind that sweet facade. She was nothing but bright blue flames. The kind that burned the brightest.

“Stop. Fighting. Us.” Her words had my mind spinning.

No. I didn’t want to go there. I didn’t want to face all this yet. I just wanted to feel her and not think.

Whirling her around, I pushed her against the edge of the sofa until her front was flush with the leather. She moaned as I slipped my hand in front to find four buttons I hadn’t noticed before. My fingers fumbled with frustration as I tried to unclasp them as quickly as possible.

Her breathy giggle lightened my chest.

“Why are there so many damn buttons?”

Cheeks flushed, she peeked at me over her shoulder. “To add a little more of a challenge.”

I leaned over her back and nipped the bottom of her ear lobe. “Challenge accepted,” I drawled before I clasped both sides of the front of her jeans and pulled hard. A loud rip had two of the buttons flying toward the floor, landing with subtle thuds against the hardwood.

“So impatient,” Charlie giggled as I yanked her pants down and pulled them away from her feet.

“Mmm, I like these on you.” I tugged on the frilly black lace of her thong.

“I thought you might.”

The fact that she wore black panties just for me had my mouth watering. Charlie Banks was my fucking dream girl and here she was bent over the back of my couch with her perfect little peach in my face, ready for me to take her.

“Always plotting, I see.”

“Only when it comes to getting you inside of me,” her husky voice was like velvet over my skin.

Taking both her wrists in mine, I held them tight behind her back as I smoothed my palm over her ass cheek. “You’re about to get all of me, baby girl.”

With my other hand, I slid her thong to the side revealing her beautiful pink pussy. Rubbing my fingers over her clit, she strained against the hold I had on her wrists.

“Damn. You’re fucking dripping wet for me.”

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