Page 50 of What are the Chances

She looks down at her t-shirt and grips the bottom.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Mase.” Her playful, teasing voice stirs something inside me, causing my lower stomach to flutter.

I need her and I need her now.

“Can you help me understand what you mean?” With hooded eyes, she looks up at me, her hands still holding onto the bottom of her shirt.

“Why, of course I can, Ms. Kelley.” Placing my hands over hers, she moves them, allowing me to take over. She lifts her arms, straight above her head as I pull off her shirt, tossing it onto the floor behind me. Without stopping, I unbutton her jeans and slide them down her legs.

It’s different this time. We have more room, more space. It’s as if I’m seeing Charlotte in a new light. If I’m honest, seeing her this open makes me more nervous.

I don’t think on it long before Charlotte removes her bra and panties for me. Grabbing my hand, she slowly walks backward. I start to follow her but stop when I realize what she’s about to do. Her naked body is standing in front of the bed on the left side of the room.

“Wait, not that bed.”

Glancing over her shoulder to look at the bed, she asks, “This one isn’t yours?”

“No,” I laugh, glancing over my own shoulder and hitch my thumb, pointing to the right side of the room. “Mine’s over there. That one is Sam’s.”

“Oh.” A smile slowly spreads across her pink, full lips. “That would have been awkward.” Suddenly, as if her nerves have completely dissolved, she gently pushes against my chest, urging me to start walking backward toward my bed.

I smirk, unwilling to break my eyes away from hers. The back of my knees hitting the edge of the bed, she pushes against my chest once again, a teasing fire buried in her hazel eyes. I follow her lead and sit down.

Climbing onto my lap, she places a leg on either side of mine, her breasts pushed up against my chest, her hardened nipples lightly grazing my skin.

“Feckin’ hell, Char.”

“What?” she asks as she dips her head, pressing her mouth to my neck.

I lean back, resting my back against the bed, my legs hanging off the side of the bed, my feet still touching the hardwood floor. Straddling me, Charlotte bends down, kissing every inch of my neck and chest.

“You’re so…” I breathe out. Her teeth graze my skin, and it takes me a moment to remember what I was going to say. “You’re so feckin’ beautiful.”

Lifting up, she centers over me, then slowly lowers herself down, allowing me to fill her completely. Her hands press into my chest for support, her nails gently digging into my flesh. She closes her eyes when she pulls herself up, then back down, pulling herself into a slow and steady rhythm.

I rest my head farther into the mattress and slide my hands along her thighs, her skin soft and smooth beneath my palms. It doesn’t take her long to pick up speed, making her movements quicker. She calls out my name as her breaths grow heavier. I sit up, wrapping my arm around her small waist. She’s still moving above me, running her fingers through my still damp hair. I run my tongue along her chest as she tips her head back. My mouth travels over her breast, running my tongue along her flesh and gently bite down. Saying my name one more time, I slightly lift us off the bed, never breaking our connection and turn us around. I lay her back on the bed and hover over her, moving inside her. Her legs wrap around my waist, holding me close. Her head tips back into the mattress, just as mine had only moments ago. Her jaw falls open and her legs tense against me, and I know she’s on the verge of falling apart underneath me. Resting my hand against the side of her face, I hold her head back.

She breathes out my name, reaching her climax. Her body shudders beneath me, and I keep up with my movements, bringing my lips to her mouth. Dragging my tongue across her damp skin, her sweet taste fills my senses. That’s all it takes for me to follow her, unravelling above her as she keeps her legs wrapped around me.

Slowly, I lower myself and lie down on the bed next to Charlotte. Her legs are hanging off the bed, but she moves to lay her head against my chest. My heart beat is erratic, and I’m sure it’s thundering against her face, her ear pressed right over my heart. She traces invisible lines across my chest as I run my fingers through her damp hair.

“Well, that was different, álainn,” I smile and kiss the top of her head.

“I don’t know,” she laughs against me. “I think it has to do with the space in here. I feel like I can finally be myself without worrying about the bed creaking or hitting my head on a piece of furniture.”

“What?” I tease. “You didn’t like hitting your head on that dresser?”

“Stop it, Mase.” She playfully slaps my chest, then shifts her head. I can feel her eyes looking up. “I should have known.”

Turning my head to the side, following her gaze, I look at the wall.

“You should have known what?”

“This was your side of the room. You have a freaking Boondock Saints poster hanging on the wall.”

“Laugh it up, woman.” I playfully pinch her side, careful not to take the tickling too far. I’m enjoying her body wrapped around mine. She shifts beside me, then looks up, resting her chin against my chest.

“Where did you get it? I don’t think I’ve ever seen that one before.”

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