Page 50 of Out of the Gold

He licks my neck where he bit me, and his lips curve upward. “Like that, huh?”

“I like everything you do to me.”

He unclasps my frilly yellow bra and slides it off my arms, then drops to his knees in front of me. “How about this?”

His mouth attaches itself to one of my distended nipples and he sucks. We’ve already established how sensitive I am, but this time is different. We’re not stopping. And the intensity is off the charts.

“Oh, that’s so”—I suck in my breath when his free hand plays with my other nipple—“good.”

He removes his mouth from my body. “Only good, huh? I’ll have to see what I can do to earn a ‘great’.” He redoubles his efforts. When he bites—he gets an A+ for this skill—my knees buckle, which earns a chuckle from him. “That’s better.”

My body’s not my own. It’s his to play with, and I like it. When he switches to my other breast and gives it the same treatment, I moan my approval. Clamping his head to my body, I run my fingers through his silky, perfectly maintained hair.

We remain locked like this until his hands move downward. To my waist. I watch him undo my gold metal belt and slide it through the loops. It clanks on the floor.

But I don’t want to be naked when he’s still fully clothed. He inches toward my fly. “No, wait.”

Breathing hard, he drops his hands, which curve into fists on his thighs. “That’s okay, Goldie. We can stop right now.”

I shake my head. “No, Charles. I don’t want to stop. But I don’t want to be the only one not wearing any clothes.”

I reach for the hem of his shirt, but he beats me to it. Pulling it upward from the back of his neck, the shirt’s on the floor before I realize what’s happening, and my hands land on his naked torso. “Oh.”

His stomach tightens with my touch, but his smile tells me he likes it. He holds his arms out to the side. “Enjoy.”

My gaze explores every inch of the sculpted masterpiece that is Charles Wainwright. I step forward and trace his six-pack with my lips, causing him to hiss. The sound is heady. When I get to the top of his V, I close my teeth.

“Yeah, someone’s a quick learner.”

I step back. “I did graduatemagna cum laude, you know.”

“Inspiring.” He reaches out for me again and draws me deeper into the villa. “Let’s go find the bedroom, all right?”

“Thought you’d never ask.”

“We can do it on the balcony later.” He winks.

My gaze darts back to the private balcony, noting the discarded clothes strewn there. I catch my bottom lip with my teeth. “You think we could do it out there?”

He laughs. “Yeah. I do. But not this time. Now I’m going to spend hours worshipping you in a soft bed.”

I mouth the word “worshipping.” I like that. “I’m all in.”

We enter the bedroom, which boasts another huge window overlooking the same view. There’s a king bed with white bedding and a chaise lounge off to the side. Two closets. Another door leads to the bathroom, I presume.

“It’s gorgeous in here.”

He turns me to face him and stares into my eyes. “I only see you.”

I’m lost. In him. In this moment. I’ve waited almost twenty-five years, and it’s more than perfect. I’m ready.

He bends down and takes off his shoes, and I slip off my sandals. Now we’re both barefoot and half-dressed. My hands go to the button at the top of my shorts, but he shoos them away. “No. Let me. Please.”

I smile. “Well, since you asked so nicely.”

He kisses me as he undoes my fly, and my shorts slip to the floor. For my part, I reach out and untie his shorts. He wore workout clothes, probably to be less recognizable. Shortly, they’re on the floor next to mine.

Charles reaches out to my yellow thong. I don’t usually wear them, but I planned ahead. “A thong? Are you trying to kill me?”

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