She put her hand on the back of his head. “You don’t have to—”
He halted his movements and looked up at her. Looking confused, he said, “I know I don’t have to. I want to. Unless you don’t like that.”
“No, I do. Or, at least I think I will. I just...” Charlie squeezed her eyes shut and growled as she threw her head back onto her pillow. “I’m sorry. I’m screwing this whole thing up.”
Derek pushed himself back up so his face was flush with hers. “Look at me,” he ordered. His voice was low. Serious. And one hundred percent sexy.
Reluctantly, Charlie opened her eyes.
Without another word, he leaned down and began kissing her. He went slowly, his tongue teasing hers as it languidly licked and swirled around inside her mouth.
When he finally broke their connection, the sincerity in his eyes nearly brought her to tears.
“You asked me to show you what this is supposed to feel like.” He used a finger to move some hair away from her eyes. “I want to do that, Charlie. I want to make this the best it can be for you.”
She didn’t say it, but he’d already shown her more compassion and caring than Caleb ever had. In or out of bed.
“Let me do this for you, Charlie. Please.”
Could she ever deny this man anything?
She nodded. “I’m yours, Derek. Do whatever you want with me.”
The blue in his eyes turned to midnight as his pupils enlarged with desire. “Careful what you offer, there, darlin’.”
“I mean it, Derek. I’m yours.” Charlie reached up and placed the palm of her hand against his stubbly cheek. “In my heart, I’ve always been yours.”
He looked back at her with more love and affection than anyone else had ever shown her.
“Charlie I—”
She moved her fingers to his lips, effectively cutting him off. “I don’t need the words, Derek. Show me.”
Early on as a child, and then again as a married woman, Charlie had learned at a very young age those three little words meant squat. A person’s actions were what mattered most.
Swallowing down whatever he was about to say, Derek gave her another quick kiss before moving his face back down between her thighs.
With his finger, he began tracing her slit again, as though he was starting from the beginning. This time, however, as he pressed the digit into her slick heat, Charlie felt his hot, wet tongue on her engorged clit.
“Ah!” She cried out, her pelvis thrusting upward toward his face.
“Like that?” He smiled against her most sensitive flesh.
Not waiting for a response, Derek began using his tongue on her again.
In the most perfect, pleasurable combination, he slowly thrust his finger in and out of her pussy as he licked and flicked her clit with his tongue.
He added a second finger, stretching her tight sheath as he pumped his thick digits in and out in the most wonderful rhythm.
The combined movements of his hand and tongue nearly proved lethal, and within seconds, Charlie began feeling the early tingling of her impending explosion.
It had been so long since she’d had an orgasm that wasn’t self-induced and even those were few and far between. When you lived your life in constant fear of your spouse, sex is typically the last thing on your mind.
When she did find herself in search of release, this was the man she always thought of. Late at night, when she was left all alone—which was most nights, anymore—Charlie would lie in bed and touch herself, pretending Derek was there with her.
Her fantasies had nothing on the real thing.
“God, Derek. I’m so close.”
