“Wait!”
She brought her small hand down on my jean-clad knee. A fire burst through the denim, heat soaking my entire body. That’s what this woman did to me after one night.
“Are you going to this premiere?”
I laughed, the deep sound echoing around us. “I’m sure.”
“Oh, I’m going,” she said. “I can’t miss that.”
Grabbing her hand, I pulled the back of it to my lips and placed a kiss on her smooth skin. What I said was, “Of course,” but what I meant wasthank fuck, you want to see me again.
And that’s pretty much how the rest of the evening went, up until we ended up tangled in my sheets in my room downstairs.
Softly illuminated by the moonlight streaming in through the gauzy window shades, Charli set her head on my chest and brought her leg over the sheet, laying it gently on top of mine.
“So, now what?” Of course, she was the one brave enough to ask.
“This was magical. I know it sounds foolish, but I mean it.”
She nodded against my chest. “It was,” she whispered.
“I’d like to see you again. I can come here; you can come to me. Would that be okay?”
“Are you going to be a whole different person next time I see you?”
I ran my hand through my hair and tucked my palm behind my head. “No. But honestly, do you think I’m a different person?”
She shook her head this time. “You’re you.”
“And I’m your guy.”
Her hand lingered on my nipple, tracing circles. “My guy,” she muttered and began moving her hand south. “Hey, I don’t know your birthday. When is it? How old are you? I know you’re older than me ... ugh, I guess it’s a little late to be asking.”
“Turning the big three-five on September twenty-eighth,” I said, her hair tickling my lips as I spoke.
“No way!” She snuggled deeper into my side. “Mine’s the twenty-sixth. I’ll be thirty—blah. Thirty, it’s kind of crazy hearing it.”
“Prettiest, sexiest almost-thirty-year-old I know,” I said with a laugh but then sucked in a breath.
My body was at attention almost immediately from her touch. I wasn’t sure it could happen again so soon, but apparently with Charli, my body knew no limits. Her hand wrapped around my girth, not fitting all the way but squeezing and pumping until I couldn’t take it anymore.
I shoved her ambitious fingers away and crawled on top of her, then made my way down to her peach. Yep, I’d confirmed earlier it was as ripe and luscious as a peach, and I wanted to feast on it again.
Her back arched and she shoved her hips into my face before demurely pulling them away. I grabbed a hold of her hip bone and kept her still with my face planted right where I wanted it.
“Don’t be shy.”
She twisted in my grip, but I held steady until her whole body shuddered under my lips. As she lay there gasping, I climbed up her body, reaching for a condom and not wasting any time. Especially since she said, “Hurry, Lay.”
I slid inside her and forced myself to slow down, taking my time pulling in and out of her, long and slow, appreciating the sighs coming from her.
Bending over, I whispered, “I’m your guy,” in her ear before I picked up speed.
She came again, this time holding tightly to my back, her small breasts smashed into my chest, burning an imprint into me.
