Page 17 of Unexpected Forever
My smile widens and before she can respond, I bend down and throw her over my shoulder in a fireman’s hold.
Yeah, I’m acting like a damn caveman.
No, this isn’t like me.
But I can’t recall the last time I wanted a woman as badly as I want Charley. Or the last time I’ve been so relaxed with a woman that I’m more a man than a commodity.
She squeals and laughs, her small ineffective fists bouncing off my back. “Nate, put me down!”
“Not a chance, babe.”
“But I’m flashing the world! And the breeze is…”
“Cold?” I chuckle as I cross the field toward the inn. “Let me help you.”
I lay my hand where the hem of her dress barely covers her ass. But I can’t resist messing with her a little bit, just like she’d messed with me all night long flitting around in that dress, lighting up my body like a damn Christmas tree.
I shift so my thumb grazes the inside of her thigh. Her skin is like silk, soft and smooth. With each swipe, I inch closer to the promised land. Her breathing changes, coming in small pants.
Lucky for us, we don’t run into anyone on the walk to my room, a.k.a. the longest walk of my life.
And let’s just say she gets me back for teasing her.
On the way up the stairs, Charley draws figure eights on my back. Each swirl of her finger creeps closer to my ass, making the desire in my gut burn hotter.
“If you want me to find the key and open this door, knock off the doodling, Charley.”
Her chuckle is low and throaty and doesn’t help keep my hands steady as I fumble in my pocket for the key card.
After two unsuccessful stabs and a string of colorful curse words, I finally line the card up with the slot and swing the door open. Once inside, I close it with my foot, the slam like a starting pistol at the beginning of race.
I lower Charley to her feet, but as soon as those ice pick, sexy-as-fuck heels touch the floor, I have her up against the wall.
Her little purse falls to the floor when her hands end up in my hair, pulling me down to her lips. Anxious to taste her again, I meet her demanding mouth with my own, ready and willing to give her what she wants.
My arms lock around her small waist and I pull her up against me, my aching cock pressing into her belly. My mouth captures her moans as her fists grip my shirt.
Kissing Charley is like holding on to a live wire—electric—and makes me wonder if I’ll live through it.
I tear my mouth away from hers and look down at her. Her eyes are closed and her lips are swollen from the assault of my mouth.
God, she’s beautiful.
“Why did you stop?” she asks, her eyes fluttering open. Lust thickens her soft, melodic Southern accent I find incredibly sexy.
“I just want to look at you.”
When she smiles, my pulse races and my knees threaten to give out.
She cups me through my slacks. “I just want to feel you.”
Her hand moves over my cock, reducing me to grunting caveman levels. She gasps when my hands make their way under her dress and caress her clit.
Fuck me. She’s warm, wet, and my world is reduced to the way she feels under my hands.
Slowly but surely, this woman is driving me mad.
The need to be inside her is primal.
