“For whom?” I raise a brow at him.
“I don’t want to lead you on.”
“I’m a big boy, Charlie. Sometimes a kiss is just a kiss, it’s not a declaration of love or commitment. Sometimes it’s a comfort thing.”
“Comfort kissing?” he asks, confused.
“Sounds like a good thing. Actually, a comfort BJ sounds better,” I tease.
“Seems like you had one of them last night.”
Oh, is he being sassy with me? “Yes, you’d be right. There isn’t anything going on between me and Chance,” I tell him.
“Didn’t look like it last night, he followed you around like a lovesick puppy.” He smirks.
“He did?” To be fair, I wasn’t paying that much attention to what Chance was doing when all night I could feel Charlie’s eyes on me.
Charlie chuckles. “Come on, don’t tell me you didn’t notice.”
I shake my head. “I didn’t. My mind wasn’t really on him last night.”
Charlie’s brows pull together at my comment. “What was on your mind?”
“You,” I answer honestly.
He’s surprised by my words. “Me?”
“I didn’t know you were coming, so running into you freaked me out,” I explain to him.
“You didn’t know? Jackson told me you were okay with me being here.”
Huh? “We never had the conversation.”
“Fucking, Jackson,” Charlie growls as he runs his hand over his buzz cut. “No wonder you were freaked out. I thought you were being a dick when you pretended not to know who I was.”
“I was. I felt like you pretended I didn’t exist, so I was going to do the same.”
Charlie smirks. “So you’re petty?”
“Hell, yeah, I am and don’t you forget it,” I say, poking him in the chest. His hard, hard chest.Ouch.I could break a finger on that thing if I don’t watch myself.
Charlie grabs my wrist again. “You seem to like touching my chest.”
“I do.” I smirk. He raises a brow. “Is that a problem?”
“No. Just …” He stills. Oh shit. It is a problem. “I can react easily sometimes, especially if I’m lost in my head. Just thought you should know.”
I nod. “Thank you. I don’t want to do anything to upset you.”
“You could never,” he says, bringing my hand to his lips as he kisses my wrist ever so softly. That has to be one of the most sensual things a man has ever done to me. Who swoons over wrist kissing?Me apparently.“Too much?” he asks.
I shake my head. “Don’t stop.” I smile.
“You don’t want me to stop this?” he says, kissing my wrist again, this time adding a tiny bit of tongue against my pulse, and I melt like a stick of butter. My dick is hardening beneath my extremely thin running shorts, and I know the fabric is tenting in front of me. Luckily, we are on a secluded part of the beach, and no one can see us.
“Fuck, Charlie, I’m as hard as steel.”
Charlie smirks and then moves my hand from his lips and makes me slide it against my aching cock. A hiss follows from me as he uses my hand to rub myself through the shorts.
