“Just oh my God?” I ask, running my tongue back over her again.
“I don’t swear,” she says, fisting my shirt in her hands.
“Never?” I ask, kissing her sweetness.
“Nope,” she pants.
Then I smirk. We’ll see about that. I am determined to get either afuckor a scream out of this girl, preferably at the same time.
I stop with the niceties, and the tip of my tongue finds her clit, swirling around it at first before teasing it softly and making her back arch and her head roll back. I flick harder and faster with precise pressure and speed until her body bucks against me and she comes undone.
“Oh God!” she lets out as the orgasm overcomes her.
When I sit up, I wipe my mouth with my hand and smirk.
“Well, one out of two isn’t bad,” I say, and Charlotte sits up, fixing her dress and her hair.
“What do you mean?” she asks.
“You didn’t cuss, but you did scream.” I say with a wink, and Charlotte, the Charlotte I knew before tonight, rolls her eyes.
“You’re terrible,” she says, opening the door and hopping out.
“You’re welcome,” I say as she slams it and walks away.
Chapter 16
Gavin
I didn’t intentionally eatCharlotte out in the back of my truck. I really was just looking to grab a few drinks, drown my frustrations, go home and pass the fuck out before continuing with the wedding planning.
Charlotte, her peacoat, and her thong weren’t part of my plan. My only plan that night was to decompress.
I also didn’t intentionally choose that color off the swatch board. I practically closed my eyes and threw a mental dart, then committed to wherever it landed. Her reaction couldn’t have been better. I felt a little bad that she hated it that much. Holly actually liked it, and at the end of the day, it's Holly and Ben’s opinion that matters most. It was fun to ruffle Charlotte’s feathers though!
Still. I’m not a total jerk. So when we are set to meet Ben and Holly at a deli for lunch one afternoon, I try to behave myself. At least a little more than normal.
“You look nice today,” I tell Charlotte as she sits down next to me. We arrived around the same time, both of us before thebride and groom, five minutes early. I figured a compliment is a good way to test the waters and see how chilly they are today.
“What?” she asks. She sets her things down next to her chair and pulls the menu closer.
“I said you look nice,” I echo. “I like your dress.”
It’s another sweater dress. Its off-the-shoulder cut reveals her bite-able collarbones. Along with the leggings and knee-length heeled boots she is wearing, she looks amazing.
“What’s wrong with it?” she asks, and I guess she doesn’t believe me.
“Nothing, I said I like it,” I tell her. Obviously, the water is a bit chilly.
“Yes, but a compliment from you always has a part two, and it’s usually something contradictory,” she says as she crosses her legs. The scent of her perfume reaches my nose. It’s fresh and clean with a touch of citrus, and it smells delicious on her. I breathe in deeply, letting it fill my nostrils.
“No sequel to this statement,” I reassure her. “I really like it.”
“Okay,” she says, though her tone implies she is less than convinced. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” I say.
Ben and Holly arrive, full of smiles and energy. “Hey you two!” Holly beams, bending down to give us each a side hug.
