Page 51 of The Wanted One

“Then shut up and kiss me.”

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

JACK

The moment Charley’s tongue met mine, I let go of her wrists, and moved my hands to her hips to keep her steady as she arched into me.

She pushed up on her toes as I bent my knees, bringing her core closer to my cock. She ground against me, moving in circles, searching for relief I had every intention of giving her.

“Please tell me that you have a condom,” she said between kisses. “Because I didn’t think to bring any on the trip. No plans to have sex.”

I stood tall, breaking my mouth from hers. “I wasn’t looking to get laid, either.” I brought my hands to her face and swiped my thumbs over her cheeks, careful not to touch her dimple that was showing. I didn’t want to provoke the same startled reaction from her that happened earlier. “Fortunately, Gwen was a bit more optimistic and forward thinking about our plans tonight and shoved two in my pocket. Against my objections, of course.”

Her dimple deepened, and God help me, it was adorable. “Mmmm. I both love and hate her for that.”

“Hate, huh?” I arched a brow, curious.

When she stepped back and slipped a hand in my pocket, her fingers skimmed the side of my stiff cock, only a thin bit of fabric separating her from touching me. “I’m not a fan of her hand being this close to you.”

I smiled, feeling a bit foolish about the grin on my face given she’d already told me she’d never be with me after this mission ended, but I couldn’t help it. “I didn’t take you for the jealous type.”

“I’m not.” Her hand left my pocket, and without ever breaking eye contact, she unbuttoned my jeans and slid down my zipper. “Not normally,” she added before working her hand through the hole of my boxers to fist my cock like she owned it.

And you can have it. Everything. All of me.

I gritted down on my teeth, doing my best not to turn into a wild animal or go all Tarzan on this woman and toss her onto the bed.

She kept her eyes on me, continuing to stand there as if she wasn’t casually stroking my cock inside my boxers. But at the feel of her swiping her thumb over the precum at the crown of my dick, I snapped.

I couldn’t stand there any longer and not do something with my hands or mouth. Or both. “Sorry, sweetheart, but it’s my turn.” I removed her hand from my boxers, then stepped back only to drop to my knees, the tight fit of the jeans, snug on my ass, keeping them from falling with me.

I didn’t care if the floors were hard on my forty-year-old knees. I didn’t care about anything other than tasting this beautiful woman.

“Lift your dress,” I demanded, eyes on hers.

She bunched the lightweight fabric and brought it to her hips, never losing sight of my eyes.

“Tell me you’re wet,” I demanded, my heart pounding hard and fast. I was in that treehouse to warn her about the dangers and come forward about the truth, not to have sex. But there we were anyway, and it felt right even if it shouldn’t have.

“I think you’re about to find out just how wet,” she murmured, her tone falling over me like a sheet of silk. I dropped my eyes to her nude panties, zeroing in on the wet spot I knew would be there.

She was soaked, and knowing I’d made her that way nearly sent me over the edge.

When I brought the pad of my thumb over the seam of her sex, she bucked forward. But I had every intention of dragging this out. Making her ache with need.

“Open your legs for me,” I ordered a bit roughly, and she followed my command like a good girl. I bent in and kissed the inside of her thigh before my hand wandered around to her ass cheek and squeezed.

My lips parted, and I opened my mouth just enough to graze my teeth along her satin-covered sex.

“What do you want, Charley?” I looked up at her, and she pinned the fabric of her dress to her body so she could find my eyes.

“Your mouth on me.” The words flowed from her without a hint of shyness, and I loved it. Needed more of it.

“If you want that, then tell me the truth,” I murmured. “Was it my mouth between your legs in your dream while you squeezed your tit and fingered yourself in bed this morning?”

Her eyes widened, only for a moment, before her face muscles relaxed a touch, and she nodded. “It’s been you since Cape Town. No matter how much I didn’t want it to be. Every time I’ve touched myself, in my mind it’s been your hand, your mouth, your cock.”

At least we were part of the same fucked-up storyline. I didn’t understand it, or how it happened so fast, and I didn’t need to. We were there, and that’s all I needed.

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