Page 124 of You Float My Boat

I stilled for a second, adjusting to the new position and the feel of him inside me. The soft smirk, green eyes twinkling, the way his hair always curled around the left side of his face, even at this disgusting time in the morning, he still looked insanely good.

The calluses on his palms, as he ran them over my skin, sent another cascade of goosebumps across my body to join the rest now pooling at the base of my spine. The delicious twisting of pressure was kicking up further with each swipe of his thumb against my pebbled nipples.

‘You’re so beautiful, Violet. I could look at you all day.’

His hands slipped to my thighs, gripping into my arse so he could control the movement – slow, deliberate thrusts with each steady rock of my hips until he needed more.Weneeded more. It didn’t take long for the tell-tale sign of an impending orgasm to make itself known.

My thighs gripped tighter, and his fingers dug harder. What started as slow and steady descended into two chaotic rhythmless writhing bodies, desperately chasing a release. Only when his thumb brushed against my clit with the pressure I’d been craving did my body give in and push me over the edge.

He followed less than a second later.

Just like every time before, we stayed glued together until our breathing synced and settled. Until he pushed the sweaty strands of hair away from my face and kissed me like he had no intention to ever stop.

He dropped a final kiss to my lips, ‘I have to go. I need to get back before the boys wake up, we have training at eight.’

He made no signs of moving away from under me, his arms wrapping me up while I listened to his heartbeat settle.

Eventually, I tipped my head up, ‘Charlie?’

‘Yeah?’

‘No pressure, but seeing as you’ve spent nearly every night here this week, we probably should tell my brother …’ Glancing away, my bottom lip caught in my teeth, ‘I know I said wait until the Boat Race, but you know, if this is a proper thing between us …’

‘Violet … Violet, look at me.’

My eyes flicked up again.

‘It’s a proper thing.’ He snuggled back down under the duvet with a long sigh, curling a strand of my hair around his finger, but all I could stare at was the red and white pastry box band still around his wrist like the most precious friendship bracelet. ‘You’re right, we need to tell him.Ineed to tell him. There’s so much drama going on in the house right now with Oz, and every time I try to talk to him something else happens. I haven’t wanted to add to the chaos, but I know I owe it to him, and you. I’m going to do it today. I wasn’t planning on waiting until the Boat Race.’

‘So you weren’t going to listen to me?’

‘I always listen to you.’ He smiled as he dropped one last kiss on my mouth, making me laugh.

‘Fine, but if he gives you a hard time, tell him he has me to deal with.’

He flung back the covers and stood up with a laugh. ‘Don’t worry, I will.’

Pushing myself up against the pillows, I took the opportunity to gaze at his finefinearse before he pulled on his boxers.

Well done, Violet. Bloody well done.

‘Hey …’ I began, as he picked up the rest of his clothes, ‘can you leave me your hoodie?’

‘Yeah, why?’ he asked, tossing it onto the bed.

‘I want to wear it today, you know how girls wear their …’ I stopped talking, seeing as we hadn’t actually had that particular discussion. Were we still seeing how it was going? Because I think I already knew.

I glanced up to find Charlie peering at me in amusement. ‘You can finish that sentence.’

‘You know what I was going to say?’

‘I do. Even though I also like watching the conversation going on in your head, and reading it all over your face, I want to hear you say it.’

I shuffled up the bed, staying wrapped in the duvet just like they did in the movies, though I definitely wasn’t as graceful. Charlie sat down, his hands pushing through my hair until he caught a violet strand between his fingers and ran it under his nose.

‘Say it.’

‘I was asking if you’d leave your jumper with me, so I can be one of those girls who wear their boyfriend’s clothes to their games, or races …’ I shrugged, ignoring the grin plastered on his face. ‘Whatever.’

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