Page 26 of Unexpected Forever
Adrenaline courses through me and my chest tingles.
It’s a reaction I don’t understand.
Most of the women I sleep with are women I’ve known for a while and we have a mutual friends-with-benefits arrangement.
They know the deal. No strings, just sex.
I’m relieved to find them gone in the morning.
The few times back in the early days when I would stupidly pick a woman up in a bar, they were harder to get rid of, wanting to hang for breakfast the next morning like it meant they were my girlfriend or something.
I wasn’t a girlfriend type of guy.
But inexplicably, I have the urge to cook Charley breakfast, get to know her better, listen to her tell me funny stories.
Even more odd, I want to tell her things about me. Watch her listen—really listen, not listen with starry eyes—when I talk.
I rub my eyes with the heels of my hands. None of that can be a reality. I know me and that’s never going to happen with a woman.
I threw away the key to that Pandora’s box a long time ago.
I have my sister and my teammates, who are the closest thing to family. That’s more than enough for me.
But if Charley’s still here and game, we can finish what we started before the sun comes up.
I kick off the sheets and pull on my discarded slacks. I don’t bother with underwear because once I find the blue-eyed vixen, our clothes won’t last long.
The tension in my body releases when I find her in the kitchenette, wrapped in one of the robes provided by the inn. She turns and stops when she sees me, two bottles of water in her hands. A shy smile curves her lips. “Hey. I was thirsty. Thought you might be too.”
The robe covers her from head to toe, but the top gapes open, gifting me with a view of her glorious tits.
I clench my jaw, wishing I could keep from wanting her again, but like a predator after its prey, I’m unable to stop myself from stalking toward her.
With her eyes on mine, she lifts her chin but backs up until she hits the wall. There’s no fear in those blue depths, only need and a desire matching mine.
My mouth waters for another taste of her skin, her mouth, her pussy. “Actually, I’m hungry.”
“Oh. Well, since it’s so late, I don’t think room service—”
I cage her between my body and the wall. “I don’t need food, Charley.” I run my finger over her exposed collarbone, her throat moving as she swallows. “I just need you.”
With my stare on hers, I pull on the loosely tied knot around her waist. My hands run over her shoulders under the robe, making it fall and pool at her feet.
The water bottles fall to the floor as our mouths crash together, and her hands unbutton my pants, shoving them down to my thighs.
I hoist her up against the wall, and she wraps her legs around my waist, locking her ankles at my lower back.
Her arms come around my neck, and with our faces inches apart, her eyes flutter closed when I tease her clit with the tip of my cock. I line up with her hot opening, ready to push into all that heat.
And then I freeze, my stomach dipping.
Fuck, we need a condom.
Her eyes widen as though she realizes the same thing. A second later, her face softens and she cups my cheek with a hand. “I’m on the pill. I’ve never been with anyone without a condom before. And I just had a physical a couple of weeks ago. I’m good if you are.”
My mouth goes dry and I lean into her hand. “I’ve never been without protection either. And honestly, I haven’t been with anyone other than you since my physical six months ago. I’m all clear.”
Her eyes flare at my words, and something passes between us I can’t put my finger on. I kiss her palm. “I’m more than okay with it.”
