Page 51 of Out of the Gold

I giggle. “Well, maybe a little.”

He bends down, wraps his fingers around the sides, and pulls. The scrap of material moves down my legs, leaving sensuous sparks in its wake. When he reaches my ankles, I lift one and then the other. Now, I’m naked.

Instead of standing back up like I expected him to, Charles kisses my legs where my thong traveled. He licks behind my knee, causing my stomach to clench. “Oh!”

He licks again. “Like that?”

“Yeah,” I reply on an exhale. Who knew that was an erogenous zone? They’ve always only been knees.

He smiles against my skin. “Good to know.”

Charles kisses his way back up the inside of my legs, which reminds me of how I sew him into the superhero costume. Despite being turned on, I giggle. Charles rears back. “What, pray tell, is so funny?”

I school my face. “It’s not funny.” Another giggle escapes.

He places his hand high up on the inside of my thigh. “I can see that.”

I try to suppress my wayward mirth, watching as he walks his fingers higher. My last giggle dies as Charles traces my folds. “Oh!”

“Not laughing now?”

I shake my head. “I was thinking,” I moan. “About,” I moan again. “Sewing you into your costume.”

“Oh.” The pad of his finger passes over my clit and I squirm. “Certainlynotfunny.” He leans forward and kisses right where his fingers are.

“God, that feels good.”

“Charles, not God.” He kisses my sex again. “Yet.”

Liquid seeps out of my body, and I try to pull away. Charles stills me by placing his free hand on my butt. He removes his finger from my core and licks it. “Delicious.”

“It’s okay?”

It’s his turn to laugh. “More than okay. I live to make you wet.”

His words do something to my insides. Dirty, yet thrilling. “I aim to please.”

Charles gets to his feet. “That you do, Goldie.” He kisses my lips again, and I taste a slight tangy flavor.

I’m naked, but he isn’t. I reach out to the waistband of his boxer briefs. His hand covers mine. “Not yet.”

“But . . .”

“Shhh.” He covers my lips with his again, kissing me deeply. I cling to his bare shoulders as he picks me up and deposits me onto the bed. “Wait here.”

Like I’d leave.

He disappears into the bathroom and comes back, placing a small towel on the side table. Then, he opens his luggage and rummages around, putting a bunch of condom packets on top of the towel. He glances at me. “I was hoping.”

I don’t tell him about the pit stop I made in my hotel’s convenience store, for the same item. “Good hope.”

He kisses me. “There’s no reason for either one of us to leave this bed for a long time.”

“I like the sound of that.” I get onto my knees and maneuver over to him. “I like the sound of a lot of things, and they all start and stop with you.”

“Damn. You know how to stroke my ego.”

My hand reaches out and covers his erection, still covered by his underwear. “I want to stroke something else.”

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