Page 46 of Air Of Mystery
“You have no idea how much,” he said, his voice gravelly and low.
I scooched over closer to him. “Wanna finish what we started back in June?”
“Are you sure?” he asked.
“Very,” I told him.
“Skye.” He breathed my name, and I fought back a delicious shiver. Then he took me into his arms and kissed me.
This kiss was different from the others. Different because we were alone, and because both knew where we would—as he’d said—end up. His kiss was wet, deep and scorching hot. With a soft groan I tossed a leg over his lap and wrapped my arms around his neck, getting as close to him as possible.
After a moment I felt his muscle bunch beneath me and he stood, with me still holding onto him. I hitched my legs uparound his waist and his hands cupped my behind. Charlie gave me a squeeze, and I moaned into his mouth. Our kiss continued as he carried me out of the living room, down a short hall, and to his bedroom.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The room was cozily small, and there was a light burning low on the nightstand. Those were my only impressions. Because suddenly I wasn’t paying attention to anything else as he was lowering me down to his quilt-covered bed. Charlie’s hands passed over me, ultimately dipping below my skirt to slowly travel up my bare legs.
I trembled when he trailed his fingertips over the edges of my panties. He knelt on the edge of the mattress, bending over to kiss me again. While his lips captured mine, he slowly skimmed his fingers over my most sensitive area, causing me to shudder. For a moment or two I lay back and enjoyed...but then I grew too impatient.
I wanted all of him. I wanted everything.
Reaching for his slacks I began to unbuckle and unzip so I could explore him even as he was exploring me. I slid my hand inside his slacks, shoved his briefs aside and down past his hips, and was rewarded with feeling him at last.
Long, smooth, hard and ready to go, I measured his length with my hands and now he was the one who trembled.
I pulled my mouth from his. “Hurry.”
He smiled and dipped a finger inside of me. “There’s no rush.”
“Oh gods,” I managed as he slowly added a second and then began to slide them slowly in and out.
In retaliation I tightened my grip on him. “I don’t like to be teased,” I warned him.
“Are you sure you don’t?” he asked as he circled that little bundle of nerves. “You’re very wet.”
“You keep doing that and I’m going to scream,” I warned him.
“Maybe I like knowing I could make you scream.”
I was going to start panting in a moment. Charlie moved over me, and I immediately opened my legs for him. The skirt with its long slit fell obligingly out of the way. I pressed against his lower back with my hand, urging him on, and he hesitated only long enough to yank my panties aside. I heard them rip and only pulled him in closer.
A second later he was easing inside of me. I gasped at the stretching sensation; then with one strong thrust, he went deep, and I shouted my pleasure against his shoulder. With a low growl, he began to move, and I wrapped my legs around him and held on. The headboard began to slap against the wall in time with his strokes and hearing that tipped me right over the edge.
I screamed as the orgasm hit, and then I screamed again, as my orgasm went on and on, until he dropped his mouth over mine to muffle the sound. His tongue went deep, and I clamped down all my muscles around him and felt his reaction.
He was shouting into my mouth from his own release and yet he continued to thrust, the headboard still bouncing off the wall…
Charlie slowed his movements and settled down over me. In the now quiet room, I held him close and tried to relearn how to breathe.
“I knew it,” I said after catching my breath.
He lifted up enough to peer down at my face. “Knew what?”
“I knew this would be...” I hesitated, searching for the right word. “Epic,” I decided.
His smile was everything.
“Epic,” he said. “Maybe I could get that printed on a t-shirt.”
