“Or whatever else you’d like.”
“Anything else?” he asked, voice cracking halfway through.
I took his mouth again, relishing in the warmth I found.So real. So mine. Please be mine.
“Something you have in mind?” I asked, nipping his full bottom lip once more before pulling away to gauge his answer.
He fidgeted with the elastic waistband of my pants, bringing our hips flush. “You know I’ve never been with a man before you. I have with women, though. Do you ever…” he hesitated.
“Do I bottom?” I asked.
He blinked and then nodded.
“I have before. It’s not my preference, but if it’s something you want to try, we can.”
That skiff of pink dusted his cheekbones. “And if I wanted to try?”
“Do you?”
“Would that be okay with you?”
I pushed forward, crowding him up against the counter. “I’m asking whatyouwant, Charlie. I’ve told you what I want—you. All of you. However I can have you. So, tell me how to make you feel good. Tell me how to ground you.”
He gripped my collar. “I want to feel you inside of me,” he whispered.
My breath shuddered out. “Okay,” I answered, voice tight. “Did you ever try on your own?”
Charlie buried his face in my chest. “Yes. With my fingers.”
“Did you like it?”
“Yes,”he said, voice muffled. “Sometimes I could reach this spot…”
I groaned, pulling him away from the counter and backing him up toward the bed. “Yeah? And how did it make you feel, baby?”
“Good.”
“I’ll give you that again.” I laid him back on the sheets and watched his eyes go molten. “I’ll make you feel so, so good.”
He yanked me down on top of him. “I don’t want anyone else, either, you know,” he said, kissing me roughly. “Even if I had billions to choose from. I’d find you all over again.”
“Charlie.”
There was little talk after that. I couldn’t get over howalivehe felt beneath me, shuddering under my fingers as I pulled off his shirt, dropping kisses down the planes of his chest.
Stretched out, his belly pulled tight, and I couldn’t help but use my teeth and tongue to taste the soft skin underneath his navel. He reacted beautifully, shivering and jerking at my touch like a live wire.
He nearly squeaked when I lunged up to suck a nipple into my mouth, flicking it with my tongue. Clawing at the back of my Henley, he pulled it up as far as he could and shoved his hand down the seat of my pants to grip my ass.
“Wanna feel you,” he whined.
I sat up, straddling him, and tugged my shirt over my head, tossing it away. Usually, I avoided this part with Josh and others before him. We’d either fuck in the dark or I’d leave my shirt on because I didn’t like to feel analyzed or exposed. Seeing the comparison of our bodies in their eyes burned.
But there was only raw hunger in Charlie’s as he drank me in, gaze darting across my hair-covered chest and following my prominent happy trail down to the soft pouch of my belly that I’d never been able to get rid of. “C’mere…” he mumbled, tugging on my torso.
I scooted further up until my knees were tucked into his armpits. His hands ghosted along my chest and belly, as if testing how firm I wanted to be touched. “I can’t stop looking at you,” he breathed, digging his blunt nails in. “Since the day we met. I wanna?—”
Pupils blown so wide his eyes were nearly black, he shimmied backwards to brace his shoulders on the wall behind him, elevating his head.
