She leaned up onto an elbow, her other hand caressing his bare bicep. “You help people, Derek. You rescue them. Protect them. How could I not be okay with that?”
She’s fucking perfect.
Cupping one side of her face, Derek pressed his lips to hers. She responded immediately, opening her mouth to let him in. They lay there, continuing to feast on one another until Charlie broke away. Slowly, she began leaving a trail of kisses down his jaw to his neck, and lower.
Pushing him onto his back, she raised herself over him and continued her seductive path down his body. The locket he’d given to her—she hadn’t taken it off —brushed against his skin as she moved.
When she got to the waistband of his boxers, she looked up at him and raised a brow. “These need to come off.”
Don’t have to ask me twice.
Lifting his hips, Charlie wasted no time pushing the material down his legs. After tossing them aside, she crawled back over him and settled herself between his thighs.
“Not that I don’t love where this is headed,” Derek spoke on a strangled breath. “But you don’t have to—”
His next words were caught in his throat when she ran her tongue from the base of his cock all the way to the tip.
“Jesus, Charlie.”
He looked down the length of his body to where she was. Staring up at him with those big brown eyes and a devilish grin, she asked, “You like that?”
Derek nodded. “Oh, yeah.”
“Then, I want to do this.” She licked him again, and he hissed out a breath. “I’ve wanted to taste you for so long.” Another lick. “So, just lay back and enjoy the ride.”
Well, okay then.
As instructed, Derek laid his head back down onto his pillow and gave himself over to her. “I’m yours, darlin’. Do whatever you want.”
She smiled against his sensitive, swollen skin but then went right back to work, doling out the most wonderful form of torture he’d ever experienced.
Teasing him with her tongue, Charlie ran it up and down his hard length, down around his delicate sack, and back up to the tip. Then, she did it all over again.
Derek could feel the bead of moisture he’d already released and knew once she really got going, he wasn’t going to last.
He nearly shot off the bed when wet, molten heat surrounded his head, and she sucked him into her mouth as far as he could go. Her lips felt like hot velvet as they gently made their way down his length and back up.
“Damn, Charlie,” he panted.
Her only response was to suck him harder. She continued the excruciatingly slow slide, and when she got to the head, she did this little thing with her tongue.
It was like some sort of flick and twirl combination that threatened to destroy him each time she did it.
“You keep that up, I’m gonna end up comin’ in your mouth.”
Charlie must have liked that idea because she began pumping him in and out of her mouth with a little more force. She sped up, finding that perfect rhythm, and when she added her fist, it was all but done.
Derek put a hand on the back of her head, fisting her hair as he tried—and failed—to control his breathing.
“Seriously, Charlie. I’m really close. Unless you want to—”
She reached up with her free hand and cupped his tightening balls, effectively disabling his ability to continue speaking.
The combination of what she was doing with her mouth, the friction of her tight fist, and her fingers gently caressing him between his thighs created the perfect storm.
“Ah, shit,” he exhaled loudly. “Oh, Jesus. I’m gonna come, Charlie. I’m—”
Derek exploded. His hips jerked, his muscles tensed, and his cock pulsed over and over as his seed shot into the back of her throat.
