Page 37 of Bump and Run
“I want it to be you. That will make it special.”
“You’re killing me.”
I smiled at him. “Please, Charlie?” I tried to give him a sexy, flirty smile.
“Fucking hell.” He groaned and dropped his body against mine. He was heavy, but I liked how he felt against me, and I giggled happily as I wrapped my arms and legs around him. “I can’t.” Charlie’s lips brushed my skin.
My stomach dropped. “You don’t want me? Is that what you’re telling me?” I whispered as I tried to wiggle out from beneath him. All the playfulness I felt moments before was gone. “Get up, Charlie. Get up!”
“Jones, wait,” he hissed between clenched teeth, and when he stared down at me, I wanted to bury myself against his chest. Wrap myself around him again so that I could feel his warmth and inhale his beachy scent all around me. “I want you to be lucid. I need you to remember every single thing that we do. The way I touch you, the way I make you feel, and how good it is. How full and stretched out that pretty hole is. I don’t want you drunk. I want you so damn bad it keeps me up at night. I fuck my fist, thinking about how good you’re going to feel wrapped around my cock. The sounds you’re going to make. If you might moan my name when you come. I don’t want this to be aspur-of-the-moment thing, Jonesy. I want it to be just as amazing as you are.”
My chin trembled as I looked up at him.
“Charlie.” His name slipped from my lips on a breath.
Then I crushed my mouth to his. He dropped back down to the blanket, pinning me beneath him.
I had never met anyone as sweet as Charlie. He was kind, thoughtful, and perfect. The fact that he wanted me, that he went out of his way to invite Henry Richardson to come watch me drive, even though Charlie had never even seen me race himself, said so much about who he was. I didn’t deserve him. I had never met anyone like Charlie before, and I was petrified that he would realize that I wasn’t good enough.
“Jonesy, my sweet, sweet, Jonesy,” he murmured.
He threaded his fingers through my curls to tilt my head up, then kissed his way down my jawline. A loud burst of laughter caused him to stop and look up as a few party goers rushed down the beach and into the water. He snorted and dropped his head against my chest.
“Sharks.”
I shook my head. “What?”
“Sharks. Don’t you remember the first time I kissed you? When I went skinny dipping? You were worried about sharks.”
“I’m always worried about sharks, Charlie. I don’t like to go into the water.”
He chuckled softly. “But you went in with me.”
“I like you. I would do anything to be near you,” I whispered.
Charlie made a happy sound that reminded me of a cat purring. “Mm, I would have done anything to get you into that water, and that included taking off my shorts. I was hoping you would do the same thing.”
“What?” I gasped loudly.
He grinned at me in the dark, his eyes shining in the moonlight. “I wanted to see you naked, Jonesy. I wanted to see your cock, your ass, your everything, and now that I have, I don’t plan on letting anyone else see what’s mine.” He moved to lie next to me and wrapped his arms around me to pull me against him.
“Charlie—”
He stopped me with a hard kiss. “Mine, Bashful, and I’m never letting you go.”
***
“Jonesy, quick, wake up.” Charlie’s husky voice drew me out of my slumber. “You’ll miss it if you don’t.”
I grunted as I rolled over, the feeling of the hard sand beneath me. Shoot, had we fallen asleep out here last night? Memories from last night flooded my senses. The hard cider, dragging the blanket out away from the party, begging Charlie to deflower me. Heat flamed my cheeks as I sat up, but when I opened my eyes, I saw the sunrise before me. Beautiful and breathtaking as the day began to wake up.
“Gorgeous, right?” Charlie commented as I stared in awe at the orange and pink colors that had started to break out over the dark sky. It reminded me of cotton candy.
I nodded. “It’s like nothing I’ve ever seen before.” I stared wide-eyed as Charlie moved behind me, his arms wrapping around my waist. I smiled as he leaned his head on my shoulder.
“Take a picture before it’s gone,” he suggested, and I quickly reached for my phone in my pocket, praying it had some battery life left.
I took a couple of photos before I turned it around to snap a couple of selfies with Charlie, realizing these were more memories of us together.
