Is he regretting coming to get me?
The helmet is in the way, so I unclip it and pull it off, setting it on the counter that is just within reach, I push my messy hair back and touch his shoulder again, surprised when he reaches up and hooks our fingers together, resting there on his shoulder.
“Are you okay?” I ask, keeping my voice low because talking loud seems wrong.
“Yeah,” he replies, squeezing my fingers.
Something happens to break him out of whatever this is, because he straightens up and lets go of my hand to get off the bike. His gaze falls to my legs, and the tiny cotton shorts I sleep in and his expression changes. My throat dries up as I watch him reach forward and take my ankle so he can turn me to face him.
Jump down, go inside, lock myself in my room and do not talk to him until he apologizes for his neanderthal show at controlling me.
However, my body is not responding to the signals my brain is trying to send. Once I’m facing him, my feet dangling because I’m too short to reach the floor, he touches the pads of his fingers to the inner part of my knees and gently pushes so they spread out, allowing him to step closer. He places his hands on either side of my thighs and leans in close.
“I don’t screw around, Charley.”
My throat tightens at the rumble of his voice. I want to clench my thighs together but that would only trap him between them. My neck tilts when he reaches one hand up and touches his thumb to my chin, making sure that our eyes meet.
“And if you ever have doubts, you only need to ask me. I will never lie.”
“You say that like this is something more,” I avert my eyes, my words a mere whisper.
“I don’t know what it is,” Callum palms my cheek and makes me look at him. “All I know is, you disappearing on me was not a good feeling.”
“We barely know each other.”
“That is easy to fix.”
“I’m not even sure I’m staying.”
“Then let me convince you.”
Chapter Twenty
Nashville
Charley’s mouth opens as I press mine against hers and I sweep my tongue inside, rolling it against hers as I straighten up, still holding her face in my palms. Her back arches and she clutches my waist, her neck tilted back far enough that it may not be comfortable but she doesn’t complain as she kisses me back.
The last thing I want is for her to be in any discomfort, so I scoop my hands under her ass and lift her, encouraging her to wrap her legs back around my waist.
I’d expected a harder fight to get her back here. Despite her insecurities and secrets, Charley is a woman who knows what she wants, and she isn’t afraid to work for it.
She clings to me as I turn around, all ready to head into the house and take her to my bed but I glance at the Shelby instead. The thought of laying her out on the hood of this classic car has my dick hardening to the point of being painful.
She makes a small sound of surprise when I set her down.
“I might dent it,” she says.
“Don’t care,” I move back far enough to pull down her shorts.
She’s wearing a pair of pink cotton panties that sit low on her hips with a heart right over her clit. Using my thumb I press against it, making her gasp as I lower onto my knees, looking up the length of her body. Charley watches me slip my hands beneath the waist of her panties and drag them down.
“I’ve been dying to fuck you with my tongue.”
She lets out a small moan as I nuzzle against her pubic bone. Nudging her clit with my nose, I push my tongue inside of her, gripping her calves and putting them over my shoulder. She rocks back and forth on the hood of the Shelby as I use my thighs to push up and down, pressing further inside of her and licking up and down inside her lips.
She tastes fucking amazing and cries out as I move my head from side to side, my tongue rigid moving in and out of her. Her hands grab onto my hair and I welcome the sting as she tugs on it, pressing me against her. Moisture is running down my chin and I use my fingers to catch it and push them inside of her as I lathe over her clit.
Charley is writhing harder and arches her back when I push my hand under her top, finding a bare breast that makes me almost lose my shit. I roll her nipple between my thumb and forefinger, pinching and tugging on it until she gasps and pushes up her hips.
