Page 14 of The Broker

Thoughts were dim in my mind, clouded with need. I jerked the cup down and gripped her bare breast, pinching her nipple. Since her shirt wasn’t off, I couldn’t see exactly what I was doing, but in a way, it made it hotter. I enjoyed exploring her like this.

But Charlotte was too impatient.

When she went to sit up, she nearly knocked our teeth together, but I backed up just in time. Her arms crossed and her hands grabbed the sides of her shirt, and then she lifted it over her head so fast, it was practically a blur. The sweep of her hair fell around her bare shoulders, and she tossed the shirt aside.

I didn’t get much time to view her black bra or the way her tits looked inside it because her hands threaded into my hair. She yanked my head down to her, and I obliged her with a thorough kiss.

The teasing words came from me, low and throaty. “So aggressive.”

She drew in a deep breath. Shit. Had my comment accidentally caused her shame? God, I hoped not. That was the last thing I wanted.

“Fuck,” I continued. “I’m so into it.”

I moved to bury my mouth in the crook of her neck and sucked at the spot where her pulse was pounding, and I had to gnash my teeth when she ground herself against the fly of my jeans.Jesus. My dick was throbbing and straining against the denim, so the sensation of her rubbing on me was pleasurable agony.

The bed was quiet as I shifted, trailing my mouth down over her collarbone and inching toward the black lace. My short breath bounced off her bare skin as I worked my way lower, and I didn’t miss the way goosebumps lifted on her forearms.

A smile burned across my lips.

She couldn’t see it, though. I had my mouth nestled between her breasts, and a sound escaped from her that was so quiet, it was barely a moan. I hooked a finger in the cup of her bra, tugged it down, and closed my mouth around her extended nipple. I lost myself for a moment in her soft skin. Usually, when it came to sex, I was thoughtful. Or maybe calculating.

But tonight, I was mindless and reckless, and I had no idea if my dry spell was causing it... or the girl beneath me.

She gasped when my teeth clamped down on the sensitive bud. But the sound wasn’t tinged with pain; it seemed to simply be surprise. Her grip on my head tightened, not to push me away, but to hold me close.

My tongue spun circles around her nipple, and I sucked, and I savored the quiet whimpers of satisfaction she made.

I gave the lace of her bra another tug and commanded her with a voice that was probably too strong, “Take this off.”

If my order bothered Charlotte, she didn’t let on. Maybe she liked that I’d matched her aggression. She complied instantly, wedging a hand underneath her, unhooked the clasp, and then the lace was pulled out of my way.

I had my mouth and hands on her tits before she’d finished pulling the straps down her arms. I teased with my lips and my tongue, nipping at her and following it up with gentle kisses. One breast, then the other... and back again.

Her breathy whine echoed through every inch of my body.

More, she’d wordlessly said.

Yes, I almost whispered back.

We reached for each other’s pants at the same time, and when I chuckled, amusement lit her eyes. She pulled back her hand, using it to brush a strand of hair out of her face so she could better watch me work.

I popped the snap of her jeans and dropped her zipper, revealing the edge of more black lace. Had she worn the sexy matching bra and panties for her date, the guy who had foolishly abandoned her? I grinned to myself.

His loss was my gain, and I was very,veryhappy about it.

Her back arched off the mattress when I slipped a hand inside her undone jeans, delving my fingertips beneath the waistband of her underwear. She was slick and warm, and it pumped more heat through my body.

She clamped a hand on my shoulder. “Fuck.”

That was exactly what I planned to do. With my fingers, my mouth, my cock. Could I wring an orgasm out of her with each act? Shit, I couldn’t wait to find out.

It was hard to figure out which was hotter—watching her squirm as the edges of my fingers rubbed against her clit, or listening to her short, labored breaths. But her jeans were tight and there wasn’t a lot of room to maneuver inside them.

They had to go.

She lifted her hips to help me as I peeled the denim down her legs, but when I slipped my fingers under the waist of her black panties, she tensed.

“Those stay on,” she said breathlessly.

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