Page 112 of You Float My Boat

‘Mmm hmm.’

The attention I gave to her other nipple earned me a deep groan. Shifting forward to steal a kiss, at the same time my hands reaching between her thighs, trailing slowly up her warm skin and slipping inside her, I was rewarded with a deep arch of her back. One of her fists bunching the sheets flew to her mouth, smothering a low rumble.

Just that small action made me want to take her to the middle of a field or lock us in a padded room, so she could let rip. I wanted to hear every sound which fell from her lips.

This entire time my own body was beginning to resemble a nuclear reactor. The pressure inside me was nearing combustible levels. Beads of sweat appeared at my temples. One more muffled groan from Violet and I couldn’t wait any longer. Tugging off my jeans and boxers, a rip of foil, and a much needed thirty seconds for me to regain composure later, I was once again bracketing her under my arms.

‘Are you ready?’

‘Oh yeah,’ she giggled, breaking through the thick tension which had built around us. ‘Show me what you’ve got, Mr Masterson.’

Burying my face in her neck, I muffled my laugh, ‘Jesus, Violet …’

I wish I could have captured it; the way her jaw dropped and her long black eyelashes fluttered. It was so perfect I would watch it over and over. As for me, the composure I’d regained flew right out of the window, especially when her legs wrapped around my hips. My teeth clenched, my jaw hardened, the pressure in my spine became almost unbearable.

I’d never felt anything like it. Nothing. I didn’t know if it was the way she pulsed against me, or how the blue of her eyes had somehow darkened to almost navy – the little flecks dancing like stars in a night sky.

I just knew I’d found a perfect moment, and I would never be the same.

We became a tangle of limbs, trying our hardest to stay quiet, though it only served to increase the intensity we both felt. To speed up the combustion we’d been trying to keep at bay.

‘Are you okay? Is this okay?’ I asked, between peppered kisses, pinning her fists above her head and holding her gaze for as long as I could.

She replied between long quiet moans, where her mouth would drop and her eyes would roll back. ‘Yes, Charlie.’

I’d never heard my name spoken like that before. Like it was the answer to all her questions.

The end came too quickly, too intensely. Black spots blurred my vision, until it narrowed so much that her face was the only thing I could see. We lay there, catching our breath, silently, slowly, letting the reality sink in.

She turned to me on the pillow, her blonde hair splayed out behind her, except for one violet strand resting on my shoulder. ‘Hi.’

‘Hi,’ I replied, kissing her nose.

‘Told you, it’s like riding a bike.’

Later, I looked down at Violet, asleep on my chest, and I couldn’t remember a time I’d felt more content. We were miles away from the snowy afternoon at the beginning of January when I’d asked for her help. Miles.

And it hit me. I was falling for this girl.

But then, as it always did at the moment you least wanted it to, reality slapped me hard in the face. The floorboards creaked above my bed. Brooks had returned from wherever he’d been.

I was acutely aware of the magnitude of having sex with Violet. The potential cost it came with.

I was not going to fuck it up.

19. Violet:

(SHIT. Triple word score, 21 points)

Having sex with a genius really pays off.

I don’t say this lightly, but I think it might be the best I’ve ever had. Of my life.

All nineteen years of it anyway. Or, if you want to be technical, three years, four months and … twenty-three days. Which is how long ago I lost my virginity to Miles Garland, and then all the sex which followed, including the five guys I dated after Miles. None of whom matched up to what I’d been experiencing.

I knew it would be good because, you know … it was Charlie, but I wasn’t expecting it to be quite this good, just yet. I figured it would take some time to get to know each other properly.

To figure it out.

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