Page 7 of Degrees of Control

Desire shimmered in her belly like heat above a sun-scorched road and she waited for the lick of shame, the nagging voice that told her she wasdoing something bad.Nothing. His hands returned to her upper body, caressing her shoulders, sweeping her hair away from her chest as he ran feather-light fingers across her collarbone. Charlie waited, praying his touch would go where she needed it. Two thick thumbs brushed over her nipples and she moaned aloud, the sound slicing the air like a blade. She reached for him and his hands fell away from her breasts.

“Uh-uh, sweetheart, palms back on the counter.”

His voice was low, taunting. Charlie felt her pussy clench. She brought her palms back onto the cool marble and James resumed stroking her nipples slowly through the silk.

“Good girl.”

His smug approval sent a volt of arousal through her, as did the breadth of his shoulders in the half-light. “God, you’re so big.”

The foolish words fell unbidden from her tongue, but James only chuckled softly. “I know, darlin’. Do you like that?”

“Yes.” She didn’t want to sound like an awestruck schoolgirl, but it was the truth. He was exactly like the man in her fantasies. For now, hewasthe man in her fantasies.

She shivered and rubbed her thighs together, trying to sate the arousal building between her legs. With a low growl, James clutched her knees and pushed them as wide as they could go. Cool air rushed between her thighs as her damp panties were exposed to the evening air. He held her legs apart, looking down at her aching pussy for so long Charlie wanted to scream. Right when she was going to beg for mercy, he pressed his hips against her. Charlie ground herself against him, adoring the rasp of denim against her swollen clit.

“That feel good, darlin’?”

“Yes,” she moaned. “Please…more.”

Charlie didn’t care how she looked, how she sounded begging James Hunter to touch her. Every particle of her body was telling her not to let this electric feeling end. James brought his mouth to her neck, scraping his teeth over her sensitive flesh. “Tell me what you want more of.”

He knew. She knew he knew. But he wanted her to say it out loud and right now bossy was the only game in town.

“Treat me rough,” she moaned. “Rough and hard and mean.”

James froze against her, his thumbs plucking at her nipples, his teeth half sunk into her collarbone, and Charlie realized what had just escaped her mouth. The phrase “treat me rough” was floating in the air, completely independent of her perverted brain. Embarrassment ate through her like acid and she stammered out an apology, determined to leave this bathroom and throw herself into the nearest body of water.

James seized her jaw as roughly as she’d ever fantasized. “I can do that, sweetheart.”

His mouth crashed down on hers full stop, more of a challenge than a kiss. She’d had eight months of Dale’s slender hands and soft mouth, and the contrast between her ex-boyfriend and James nearly blew Charlie away. It felt like he wasconsuming her. The taste of his mouth, the press of his body. His scent was absorbing her like a black hole swallowing a minor planet. For the first time in years Charlie tasted whiskey on her tongue, the heady flavor enhancing the intensity of the kiss tenfold. A thick thumb left her jaw to work its way down her torso, drawing down to play with the waistline of her panties.

“You want this, darlin’? You ready for me?”

“Yes. Yes, now please.”

Another chuckle. “I like how polite you are, darlin’. Bodes well for what we’re gonna do later.”

His fingers brushed down her underwear in a firm sweep. The pressure was enough to make her pussy convulse. “Christ, you arewet. You’re gonna soak through my jeans. you’re so fucking wet.”

Charlie moaned, a little humiliated her body had revealed her intentions so clearly.

“Get you hot, did it? Taunting me with that tight little body while we were dancin’?”

His accent sounded twice as thick in the dark, his words pouring over her like syrup.

“I think you like teasing, baby girl. Seeing how hard you can push a man before you get a reaction.”

“No,” she moaned.

He chuckled. “I think you’re a little liar—question is, what kind of reaction were you looking for? Did you want a nice big kiss on the dance floor? Did you want me to go blind wanting to suck your perfect tits right through this dress?”

He trailed his finger along her pussy in light, infuriating strokes as the other hand trailed over her breasts, brushing over her nipples. Charlie realized the high, gasping sounds were coming from her and pressed her lips together.

“My money was on you wanting someone to push back, give you what you’re aching for. Am I right?”

Charlie nodded.

“Then tell me, sweetheart, unless you want to rub yourself off on my jeans all night?”

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