“You’re welcome, Bashful. And congratulations on making all your dreams come true,” Charlie murmured, then yanked me against him.
When his lips met mine, I forgot about everything else. The fact that he would be leaving. That he was expected to marry a girl. And that there were things I still didn’t know about him.
Because right now, I didn’t care.
***
“Open wide.” Charlie smiled at me as he cut off a piece of lasagna from my favorite restaurant in town and held it out for me.
He had been so attentive to my needs since I got to his house. He hadn’t left my side. Holding my hand, kissing me, and telling me how special I was. I liked it more than I should have, but it was still strange to me that someone who looked like him felt that way about me. I was so boring, and he was, well, perfect.
I shook my head. “Charlie, I can feed myself,” I insisted, but as I rolled my eyes, I found myself doing as he asked.
“Mm, there you go. Good boy,” he murmured, and when he tipped the fork into my mouth, I groaned softly.
Bursts of tomato and mozzarella cheese hit my taste buds. It had been a long time since I had been able to have this meal. It was expensive and something I didn’t get the chance to eat often. It was usually only for special occasions.
I blushed. “Now you.” I reached for the fork to return the favor.
“You want to feed me?” Charlie popped a brow as I nodded. “I bought this for you, Jonesy. I don’t expect anything in return.”
I gave him my saddest eyes and even pouted. “Please?”
“Only because you asked so nicely.” He smiled at me as I raised the fork up to his lips.
Charlie kept his brown eyes glued to my hazels as he took a bite of the lasagna, chewed, and swallowed, his mouth curving up into a smile. “That’s really fucking good.”
I leaned forward to kiss him, dragging my tongue over the seam of his lips. “Not as good as this,” I whispered.
“Is that so?” Charlie tipped my head back as the fork dropped from my hand and clattered onto the table.
I nodded. “Nothing compares to the taste of your mouth, Charlie. I feel like I could kiss you every single day for the rest of my life and it would never be enough.” So, I did it again.
He moaned as our tongues clashed and my hands gripped his shoulders. Charlie’s arms wrapped around my waist as he lifted me up onto his lap without breaking contact. “I had plans, Bashful.”
“Plans?” I looked at him under heavily hooded eyes, my penis hard and knocking against my zipper.
I had changed out of the suit I had worn to the meeting and was currently wearing a pair of Charlie’s shorts along with an oversized t-shirt that kept sliding off my shoulders. I didn’t mind. It smelled like the beach. Like my Charlie.
Charlie nodded. “Yeah, Jonesy, plans. I wanted to feed you, maybe loosen you up with some booze, and then seduce you in the pool.”
“Se-duce me?” Warmth curled inside my stomach.
He nuzzled my neck and pressed kisses against my skin. “You heard me.” Charlie stopped to suck a hickey against my bare shoulder. My eyes rolled back as my body began to hum with need.
“You don’t have to seduce me, Charlie. I already want you.”
“I know, but it would be fun.”
I swallowed the lust in my throat when he pulled back to stare at me, his brown eyes nearly black. “You can still seduce me.” My voice came out so low I wasn’t sure Charlie heard me, but when he slipped one hand up the back of my shirt to bring me closer to him, I knew he had.
“You want me, Jones?” That was the stupidest question Charlie had ever asked. I had begged him just recently to take me to his bed and have his way with me. “You want me to fuck you so hard that you can feel me for days? Make you come all over my cock?”
I dragged my trembling hands through Charlie’s dark hair. “Yes, please.”
“I want that, too, but not tonight.” He placed a finger over my mouth when I started to object. “Tonight, I wanted to strip you out of your clothes, spread your legs, and taste every inch of your amazing body. Make you come over and over again until there’s not a drop left inside. Feel the way you shiver; hear the way you beg me to stop but not really meaning it. Tell you how special I think you are, how perfect and beautiful you are until you finally believe it.”
My entire body trembled. “Ch-Charlie.” I stuttered over his name. “Now, please. I want that.” I no longer cared aboutdinner or dessert or anything else. Just the thought of him touching me had me teetering on the edge.
