Page 63 of Never Kiss and Tell

“Just calm down,” I say, my back hitting the other side of the pool. I should have gone the other direction. He’s trapped me between him and the wall. The only way out is across the pool.

“Want to repeat yourself, princess?” he taunts, placing his hand on the wall behind me, effectively caging me in. He’s so close that our chests almost touch with my sudden rapid breathing. I’ve hyper aware of my nipples poking through my top in the cold water and so is Charlie, his eyes practically burning a hole through my top. I’m grateful for the lights being off, now, so he doesn’t see the heat traveling up my neck and cheeks.

I shake my head, not wanting whatever punishment is attached to taking his man card away.

“What’s the matter? Scared?”

Mildly.

“I said, don’t feel too superior about your dick because I’m sure there are better,” I say in an act of defiance. It was a trap and I knew it, but I played into it because I’m not letting him label me as a coward.Andmaybe I’m a little curious about this punishment.

Charlie chuckles and takes a step forward until our fronts are fully pressed together. I can feel his erection against my stomach and I can say with full confidence that itisprobablysuperior to most. He leans forward, making my breath hitch painfully when he kisses the hollow below my ear.

I can practically feel his smile against my skin. “I can make you beg for me to touch you, princess.” As if he has to prove that point, he kisses me, again, sucking the flesh into his mouth and leaving another mark behind. I want to stop him, knowing I’ll have to buy more concealer at this rate, but I don’t because it feels too good. In fact, my head falls to the side, allowing him more access.

One hand tangles in my hair, angling my head so he can nip a line along my jaw. His other hand slides over my stomach, raising goosebumps across my skin. A shiver moves through me and I’m not sure if it’s from the chill in the water or the teeth grazing over the pulse point in my neck.

“I’m not begging you,” I say, but Ican’tsay I’m not considering it with the way he’s touching me, his breathing huskier than usual.

As if he’s accepted it as a challenge, Charlie’s fingers slip under my top, dancing over the smooth skin around my nipple. At the same time, he sucks on the side of my neck, hitting the perfect spot to draw a noise from me I didn’t know I could make.

“Charlie,” I sigh, not even sure what I want from him at this point. His lips, his fingers? Him inside me? I can’t decide and the feeling is maddening. I wrap my arms around his neck and my nails dig into the flesh at the top of his spine.

He groans, nipping at my skin. “Say the word, Bailey.”

“What?” I ask, lazily. Without thinking, I wrap a leg around him and the angle makes the head of his cock brush against me.Through the thin layer of my shorts, I can feel how big it is. Almost daunting. It would be so easy to end this by slipping my shorts to the side.

“Beg for it, Bailey,” he says, his voice deeper. I can feel his hands shake where they touch me, as if he’s barely holding onto control.

Then, I realize what this is. He’s not going to touch me until I ask him to. He’s giving me a choice — something I’ve not had before.

“Bailey,” he says again, waking me from my drunken haze. He presses his lips to mine, but he doesn’t kiss me. The taste of him fills my mouth, part whiskey, part tobacco, and the rest all him. I could get drunk just from kissing Charlie. “Tell me to touch you and I’ll make it go away.”

He pinches my nipple between his thumb and forefinger, sending electric shocks through my body and straight to my sex. I bite my lip, my teeth digging in painfully to keep from moving my hips against him.

He pulls my bottom lip from my teeth with his own and soothes the sting with a brush of his tongue. I can’t resist him anymore. I kiss him and he growls, low in his throat. His fingers tighten in my hair and his other hand cups my cheek, almost sweetly.

“Touch me,” I whisper against his lips, giving him what he wants. “Please.”

Instantly, Charlie’s hand slips between us and over the waist band of my shorts, before slipping inside.

I almost can’t believe I’m letting Charlie Coulter touch me for the first time in the backyard swimming pool of his house.In the center of New Orleans, while people walk the streets just on the other side of the wall. There are taller buildings surrounding us. Anyone could look out their window and see what we’re doing, but somehow, it only adds to the lust flowing through my veins.

“Fuck,” Charlie hisses when his fingers find me. He rolls my clit with his thumb, eliciting a whimper from me. “I love when you give yourself over to me.” I moan into his mouth, slipping my tongue over his.

I feel his heart beating rapidly, the heavy rise and fall of his chest against mine, and the sexy groan he makes when his fingers dip inside me. It’s like he already knows my body and how to make me come. Like he’s studied me.

He breaks away from my mouth when I slip my hand down and cup him through his shorts. He’s warm, even in the cool water and I’m tempted to ask him to take me to his bed. He lets out a shaky breath, adding another finger inside me.

I move my palm over him slowly, barely able to focus from his assault on my body.

“Quit playing with it,” he warns, his voice foreign. He sounds like he’s on the brink of control and I’m not sure if I’ve ever seen anything hotter in my life.

I swallow my nervousness and run my fingers down his abs to the waistband of his shorts.

“Can I touch you?” I ask, giving him the same curtesy, he gave me.

“Yes,” he hisses, almost like he hates that he needs my touch like I need his, right now.

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