Page 36 of Shadowing Charlotte
Alexander
Six weeks. Six fucking weeks without so much as a word from Charlotte. At first, I decided to give her time to cool off, expecting she would text me and apologize. As the days passed, I soon realized that wasn’t going to happen.
It took all my will power not to drive by her house or follow her to work, the temptation growing until I felt like I was going to implode. After three weeks, I surmised that I had read her wrong entirely. Perhaps she really wanted nothing more to do with me.
I was lying in bed, still hungover from drinking with Shawn, scrolling through my phone, when the notification came through.Charlotte Emmerson liked a photo you are tagged in.
It caught me by surprise, my pulse quickening. Gods, even after six weeks, the mere thought of her made every nerve in my body come alive. Thinking about her was like touching a live wire, electrifying and painful, and I was still addicted to it, no matter how scorched it left me.
I stared at the notification, trying to discern whether Charlotte was trying to antagonize me. When the days turned into weeks, I should have removed her from my friends list, but the thought of not seeing her face stung like salt in a fresh wound.
The feed refreshed, a photo popping up on the timeline.Holy shit.
My pulse quickened and my heart raced at the sight. There she was, sprawled out beside the pool, fucking naked, save for the towel draped across her ass.
Was she fucking baiting me? No… She looked happy, smiling at the camera, her honey eyes shining brightly.
I couldn't fucking help myself; I never could when it came to Charlotte.
Your friends don't need to see you naked. Put some fucking clothes on.
Make me
Her reply was almost instantaneous, as if she'd been waiting for my text. As if she knew her photo would set me off.Fucking brat.
You've ignored me for six fucking weeks, and now you're begging me for another punishment?
You're fucked in the head, Charlotte.
You already knew that.
Reason and doubt shouted at me from the recesses of my mind, even as I climbed into the car and pulled onto the road. It was a bad idea. Then again, when did I ever have any good ideas when it came to Charlotte?
When I pulled up to the curb, I blinked, coming out of my daze. My body was on autopilot, as if I’d blacked out the entire drive. That’s what Charlotte did to me, turned me into a brainless animal that acted on pure instinct.
I slipped through the side gate, still unlocked after all this time, and stepped into the backyard. Charlotte was half asleep, eyes closed, and sprawled across the lounge chair, her naked skin glowing in the afternoon light. I stepped silently around her, admiring the unhindered view of her looking so vulnerable and carefree.
“You’re going to burn if you don’t get out of the sun,” I commented. Charlotte’s body seized in surprise, and she bolted upright, her nose wrinkling as she squinted up at me. “Hi, princess… Miss me?”
She jumped at me, launching herself into my arms. “Char—” I didn’t have time to protest, the shock of the cold water hitting me as we both fell into the pool. “Damn it, Charlie! My phone!” I complained as we resurfaced, her arms and legs still wrapped around me like a fucking koala.
“If you don’t have insurance, I’ll get you a new one.” Her soft lips were already skimming the side of my neck, latching on.
“Slow down, baby. We need to talk,” I groaned out, battling against my baser urges.
“I don’t want to talk. I need you inside me… right fucking now…” she panted against my ear, pulling at my soaked clothing as I moved toward the steps of the pool.
“Charlotte…”
“I’m fucking sorry, alright?” she whined. “Is that what you want to hear? That I acted like a spoiled, immature brat? I know I did; I’m sorry!” she insisted, her hands sliding beneath my soaked shirt; heated fingers grazing against my chest and making my heart pound like a drum.
I wanted to tell her that it wasn’t enough, that she needed to change her attitude. Instead, when my mouth opened, I was shoving my tongue into hers, moaning as she eagerly reciprocated.
By the time I reached the back door, Charlie still hanging onto me for dear life, I was half naked. She wasted no time, using her feet to push my jeans off my hips, nearly making me trip in the process. We didn’t even make it to the bedroom. Tiny, excited whimpers echoed around the kitchen as she dragged me to the floor, straddling my hips.
“Charlie—Fucking Christ,” Before I’d even had a chance to react, she was sinking down on me, already soaked for me. “Fuck, baby.” I moaned, collecting myself enough to grip her hips as she began to ride me.
“God, I missed you,” she breathed in a heavy pant. Her perfect tits bounced with each motion, her nipples stiff and begging to be touched. Even her skin seemed to have a golden glow from the time she’d spent in the sun. She looked like a fucking goddess as she leaned over me, taking what she needed.
