Page 39 of Counterpoint and Harmony

And Christ, I miss that. All of it. With the long phone calls lately, making out with her in her hotel room during her surprise visit, holding her in my arms again, and the memories of how we started flooding my mind today, I know that all of that is within reach again. Even if only for right now.

Without breaking the kiss, I move us to the bed, turning so that I lay back with her on top of me.

She plants her knees on either side of my thighs, her sexy little skirt riding up her thighs, and I bite back a groan at the realization that with a minor shifting of clothes, I could be inside her.

Instead of pressing herself to where I’m hard and aching, she plants her hands next to my head, only lowering her face to mine, kissing me again. Sweet, gentle kisses. Nothing deep. Nothing aggressive.

And it’s driving me out of my mind.

Unable to bear it anymore, I wrap my arms around her and roll us over, settling between her legs. When her lips part on a gasp as I grind against her heat, I delve my tongue into her mouth. She arches, sucking on my tongue, pressing her hips against mine.

It’s my turn to groan. Breaking off our kiss, I drop my head into the space between her neck and shoulder. “God, Charlie. I want you so bad.”

Her fingers find their way into my hair, dislodging the elastic band holding it together, and she tugs so I’ll pull my head up to look her in the eye. She brings her knees up on either side of my hips, rubbing herself against my rock hard dick. “I want you too.”

At her admission, I dip my head and kiss her again. But now my hands are sliding under her shirt. Needing to find her skin.

That seems to be the permission she needs to do the same. As soon as my fingers find their way under the fabric of her top, her hands are rucking up my T-shirt, yanking it up to my armpits like it’ll burn me if she doesn’t get it off right away.

With a chuckle, I lift up, ducking my head so she can yank the shirt over it, then pull my arms out of the sleeves one at a time. She flings it away as I remove my glasses and set them on the bedside table, then her hands start sliding up and down my chest and around to my back, where she pulls me down for another kiss. This one hard and fierce. Needy. Hot.

My hand goes to her thigh, sliding down the outside, teasing along the edge of her panties, which only makes her rub herself against me more. She gets a grip on my hair again and tugs my head back, her chest heaving with her panting breasts. “Pants off. Now.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

I sit back on my heels, undoing the button and zipper on my jeans before standing and pushing them down as I step out of my shoes. She props herself up on her elbows, her eyes dark and hooded, watching me.

I lift my chin in her direction as I kick off my pants and underwear together. “Your turn. Get naked.”

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