Page 100 of The Charlie Method

“Lead the way,” Will says.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

CHARLOTTE

Maybe twenty

AS WE NEARWILL’S BEDROOM, ISWEARICAN FEEL EVERY NERVE ENDINGbuzzing under my skin. I’m no stranger to adrenaline. When I’m in one of Dante’s sports cars racing around the track, my blood comes alive with it. But right now, whatever’s surging through my veins is far more potent. A cocktail of adrenaline and anticipation. A dizzying drug a girl could get addicted to.

I enter the room, which is lit not by the ceiling fixture but the small lamp on the nightstand, casting a soft yellow glow over the bed. Will lingers near the door, but Beckett approaches me, his eyes searching mine.

“You sure about this?” he says.

“Yes.”

I tug on both halves of his shirt, pulling him in for a kiss, and he laughs against my lips, that warm, deep sound vibrating through me. He kisses me back. Slowly. Thoroughly. He doesn’t rush it. He savors it, like he wants to take his time with me. Then, in one smooth motion, he lifts me into his arms.

My legs instinctively wrap around his waist as he carries me to the bed. My heart thumps harder, excitement and nerves tangling together, but the second he lays me down and hovers above me, all that doubt melts away.

Beckett’s lips find mine again, but this time, the kiss is deeper. The teasing is gone, replaced with pure hunger. He’s determined to devour me. His hands are everywhere, pulling at my clothes, shoving my skirt and panties off, peeling my sweater and tank off. The socks, he leaves on.

“God, this is so sexy,” he mutters as he raises himself on his knees and gazes at me sprawled beneath him, wearing nothing but thigh-highs.

He peels his shirt off his shoulders, tossing it away. Removes his pants. Then he settles beside me, propped up on one elbow, skimming his hand down my naked body. He cups my breast, his thumb rubbing my nipple. Pinching it gently.

“Fuck,” I hear Will groan.

I look over to see him standing at the foot of the bed, stroking himself through his pants. His burning eyes make me self-conscious.

“What?”

“You have no idea how gorgeous you are,” he mutters. “Your body is incredible.”

“It is,” Beckett agrees. He’s nibbling on my breast now, licking my nipple while his fingers play with the other one.

“My boobs are too small,” I protest.

“Perfect handful,” he mumbles, sucking my nipple deep into his mouth.

Pleasure rockets through me. “I don’t have an ass.”

“Sure you do.” He lifts his mouth off my breast, reaching beneath me to squeeze one ass cheek.

I grumble at him. “You’re just going to disagree with everything I say.”

“If you plan on criticizing any inch of this body, then yes. You’re a goddamn weapon, Charlie. You’re dangerous.”

No one’s ever called me dangerous before. I think I like it.

I reach between us to grip his cock, pumping slowly. That gets me a groan. He’s hot and hard in my hand. I look over to see Will easing his pants down his hips, gripping his erection in his fist. Stroking himself as he watches us fool around in his bed.

“Beck,” he says. “I want to see your tongue on her clit.”

Oh my God. What is happening right now?

Beckett slides between my legs, kissing my inner thighs, licking and teasing until I’m begging for him to kiss something else. Begging for the same thing Will wants—Beckett’s tongue on me. We share that sentiment wholeheartedly.

Finally, I feel him kissing my sensitive nub, and I shudder with happiness. I lie back and enjoy it, my gaze shifting from Beckett’s mouth to Will’s face. Back and forth, because I can’t decide what’s more arousing: Beckett’s tongue flicking my clit or Will’s lust-drenched eyes as he watches him do it.

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