Page 21 of Man Glitter
Instead of answering, I gave into what my body and heart wanted. I kissed Charlie, pouring all my sympathies and affection into it. He let me for a few long seconds before grabbing my waist and taking control of the kiss. He rolled us over so he was on top of me and between my legs like he belonged there. The kiss burned hotter, and I wasn’t sure it was right of me to take advantage of him. He’d unloaded all his hurt onto me tonight and more than anything, I wanted to make him feel better.
His lips left mine to trail open mouth kisses down my jawline, my neck, and into the neckline of my pajama top.
“Please tell me I can rip these alpacas off you finally,” he breathed against my skin.
My brain officially shut off for the evening and I tipped my head back into the pillow. “God, yes!”
Buttons went flying as he ripped my shirt apart in one violent tug. I gasped, shocked that I’d inspired a man to literally rip my clothes off, then gasped again as he latched onto my nipple like a starving man. My back arched off the bed, wanting more and wanting it all at once.
Charlie put a work-rough hand on my chest bone and pushed me down to the mattress, sitting up with that smirk back on his face. “Pants are next, my little SweetTart.”
He tugged on the bottoms of my pajama pants and slid them down my legs. His smile intensified when he saw I wore no panties underneath.
“S-sweetTart?” I managed to ask.
Charlie crawled back up my body, his broad shoulders spreading my thighs as his face settled at the juncture. His grin turned positively wicked.
“You say things that are so sour and yet your lips taste sweet. Let’s see about the rest of you.”
He dove in then, his tongue and lips and teeth turning me inside out in a matter of minutes. I grabbed his hair and rocked my hips into his face, just needing a couple more seconds. Instead, he turned his head and kissed my thigh.
“No!” I whined, before remembering I was supposed to be makinghimfeel good.
Charlie’s rumbling laugh had me frowning as he climbed up higher. It had been almost a year since I’d had an orgasm not brought on by my own hand. It was cruel to dangle that carrot in front of a woman and then take it away at the last second.
Then he was sheathing his cock with protection and I licked my lips, considering the alternative. Okay, fine. I wanted cock and good Lord, did I want Charlie’s. I wondered the other day what it would look like fully erect. I’d certainly gotten my wish. Long enough to make me swallow hard, chubbier than a cock had any right to be on a man with a perfect six-pack of abs, and just the right shade of straining purple that told me he wanted me just as badly.
He notched himself at my entrance and paused. My eyes flew open, and I glared at him to get going. Now was not the time to tease me.
“You’re not going to yell at me about this tomorrow, are you?” he asked, that twinkle I loved so much back in his eyes.
My mouth dropped open right as he plunged inside. My eyes rolled back in my head at the beautiful intrusion and my teeth snapped shut. He moved, the posts of the bed hitting the wall in a fast rhythm that made my extremities all tingly. The man was strong, a full six feet of straining muscle and tan skin.
“Oh God,” I mumbled, feeling that rush about to sweep me off my feet sooner than I wanted.
“Look at me, Rudolfina,” Charlie grumbled.
With effort, I got my eyes open and realized what a good suggestion that was. Feeling Charlie, combined with seeing all the bunched, straining muscles, was simply life altering. His abs flexed with each thrust, the dusting of hair across his chest tickling my breasts with each gasping breath, the muscled arms straining to hold himself above me. And then there was the absolute lust and adoration in Charlie’s eyes that made me tip right over the edge, knowing I was safe with him.
I uttered his name at the same time he yelled mine, both of us finding what we needed in a mad spiral of pleasure together. Long minutes later, as our breathing slowed, I barely got Charlie rolled off me before he fell asleep, his arm pinning me to his bed. Thankfully, I had no plans to leave, despite that voice in the back of my head poking and prodding at what the hell I was even doing in Charlie’s bed. I snuggled in closer and fell fast asleep with the hippie neighbor I most certainly wasnotshacking up with.
10
Finnie
The soft sunlight coming through the blinds in Charlie’s room woke me up the next morning. With a jolt, I realized where I was and what we’d been up to in the middle of the night. Turning my head carefully while holding my breath, Charlie slept beside me, his face peaceful in slumber, the sheets pulled up around him. I took the chance to pause and study his features, so still without the smirk or the ready smile. He was handsome. With his insane athlete’s body covered for now, I could focus on his face, which held a jawline I wanted to run my tongue along. The short stubble and unkempt hair made my fingers twitch. I’d pulled on that hair a lot last night under the cover of darkness.
The clenching between my thighs had me rolling to the edge of the bed and creeping out of Charlie’s room on tiptoe. Last night had been a one-time thing. It had to be. I had no time for anything more and I certainly didn’t have the attention span for any kind of relationship. Everything he’d shared with me last night tugged at my heartstrings, which in turn, tugged on the warning bells in my brain. Caring led to feelings and feelings led to distraction I couldn’t afford.
Chester followed me out of the bedroom and into the kitchen where I started a pot of coffee. I’d have to break the news to Charlie that I was moving back to my place. His hand was still healing, but the chance of infection was over and the stitches were already dissolving as his skin healed on its own.
I pulled out a pair of khaki shorts and a shirt that was still clean, slipping them on quickly. I shoved the rest of my clothes back in my bag and zipped it up. The blankets were next, folded and stacked on the couch where I should have slept last night. The thing was, I didn’t regret sleeping with Charlie. I only regretted that I’d let it bleed into something more than a physical encounter. I cared about the man and that was my signal to get the hell out before I messed everything up again.
The thud of the morning paper hit the front porch and startled me out of my musings. I’d grab a cup of coffee to-go and get back to my house before Charlie woke up. It was better that way. If I stayed longer, he’d walk out without a stitch of clothing on and make me melt into a puddle on the floor, willing to stay longer than I should. I gave Chester a good petting behind his ears while ignoring those brown eyes that seemed to beg me to stay, poured my coffee, and put my bag over my shoulder.
I turned at the front door and glanced around the disheveled house, breathing through the pang in my chest. How quickly things could change in just six days. I was making the right decision to leave. Any longer spent with Charlie would only confuse things.
Turning, I nearly tripped over the tiny town newspaper, kicking it across the porch. It unfolded, and the picture on the back page had me slamming to a halt.
