Page 29 of Unearthed Dreams
Oh my god.No one had ever spoken to me like this before, and I nearly melted into a puddle on the sticky bar floor.
“Do you know what to do when you get home tonight?” His whispered words caressed my ear, his hazel eyes burning into mine with an intensity that made my core clench. The airbetween us crackled with electricity, every molecule charged with desire. His voice was pure sin, deep and rough, dripping with promises of pleasure I’d never known.
I shook my head slowly, unable to break our heated gaze. Of course, Iknewwhat to do—I’d read enough books to understand the mechanics—but I lacked the inspiration to ever go there before. I wanted him to give it to me, and my pulse thundered in my ears as I waited to see what he’d do or say next.
His large hand engulfed mine, calloused fingers sliding between my own. The gentle stroke of his thumb against my sensitive skin sent shivers down my spine straight to my core. “You’re gonna take these two fingers...” He demonstrated with a sensual caress that had me squirming on the barstool. “And slip them into those pretty pink panties I bet you’re wearing...”
A desperate whimper escaped my throat as my eyes fluttered shut. His continued stroking of my fingers mimicked what he was describing, each movement sending jolts of electricity through my body. My thighs clenched together, seeking friction.
“Slide them through your center, feel how wet you are...” he rasped. “Use all that sweet cream to make yourself feel good. Just like this.” He guided my fingers in small circles that had my hips shifting restlessly. The scent of his cologne—spicy and masculine—filled my lungs with each ragged breath.
“Start with your fingertips. Light touches. Teasing.”
My chest heaved as explicit images flooded my mind.
“Slow circles. Build the pressure gradually,” he growled, demonstrating the motion. “Find that sweet spot. When it feelstoo intense, when you’re right on that edge...” His fingers tightened on mine. “Don’t stop until you come apart.”
The tension coiled tighter in my core with each word. My clit throbbed in time with my racing pulse. Could his filthy words alone push me over? Because I was dangerously close to finding out.
The loss of his touch snapped my eyes open. Kai had retreated behind the bar, his impressive bulge straining against his zipper as he gripped the edge of the counter. His chest rose and fell rapidly, muscles flexing beneath his tight black shirt. The hunger in his eyes made me throb.
“Time to go, Charlie.”
“But—” The words died in my throat. What could I say? That I wanted his hands on me, teaching me everything he’d just described? That I needed his fingers between my legs, showing me exactly how to touch myself? That I craved his mouth on my skin?
The seam of my jeans pressed against my center, the rough denim both torture and relief.
“Please, Charlie.” His knuckles whitened as he gripped the bar edge. Another bead of sweat rolled down his temple. “I’m hanging on by a thread here.”
“So let go.”
“Fuck.” The word came out strangled. He dragged his gaze back to mine, jaw clenched tight. “I’m not the man for you, pretty girl. Time to head home.”
My core clenched at the gravel in his voice. I rose from the barstool on shaky legs, gathering my purse. The walk to the door felt endless, my panties soaked. At the threshold, I turned back for one last look.
Kai’s heated gaze raked over me like a physical caress, lingering on my hips, my breasts, my parted lips. The naked hunger in his eyes made me throb. I’d be replaying this moment tonight, fingers buried deep as I imagined those strong hands on my body instead of my own.
Chapter Ten
KAI
Friends taughtfriends how to masturbate, right?
Fuck.I barely lasted five minutes in my self-imposed friend zone. The moment she moaned over that simple vodka and pink lemonade, I was done for.
The glass I’d been polishing squeaked under my cloth as I worked the same spot over and over, lost in thought. My mind kept replaying the way her eyes had fluttered shut, those soft pink lips parting as she’d savored the drink. How many glasses had gone empty while I’d been caught in her spell? The cops at the pool table had been signaling for another round for God knows how long, but I couldn’t tear my attention away from Charlie’s innocent reactions to my not-so-innocent instructions.
Some fucking professional I was, letting my bar service go to shit because one shy bookworm had scrambled my brain. But Christ, the way she’d looked at me with those big blue eyes, hanging on to my every word as I described exactly how to touch herself...
“Hey, Kai! We’re dying of thirst over here!”
I jerked my head up, finally registering Andy waving an empty glass from the pool table. Shit.
I forced myself to focus on pouring fresh beers, but my hands weren’t quite steady. As I carried the drinks over, I caught the knowing looks the guys exchanged. Great. Just what I needed—the whole damn town watching me lose my mind over Charlotte Everton.
Andy followed me back to the bar, his eyes darting to where Charlie had been sitting moments before, her empty glass still carrying the faint trace of her lipstick. I could almost see her there still, perched on that stool with her cheeks flushed pink and her chest rising and falling as I?—
“What were you and Charlie talking about?”
