“Like this?” he murmured in her ear.
Oh, God, yes. Like that. His erection was hard and thick against her back, and she wanted it.
“Wait.” There was one very important element to this evening that was missing. “Please tell me you bought condoms. I want to see them. Touch one.”
His chuckle rumbled against her backside. “I don’t make the same mistake twice.”
Her backside cooled as he crossed the room, opening a second door to what must be the bedroom in this gargantuan suite, then returned with two boxes. One in each hand.
Thank you, Jesus. She grabbed one, pulled out the string of condoms, ripped every single last one at the perforated edges, and then flung them in the air like rice at a wedding. “There. No matter where we are, we have one.”
Charlie laughed as they rained down on the carpet, couch, everywhere. “I like the way you think.”
He did the same with the other box but ducked into the bedroom to toss them there. He’d missed the bathroom, but now was not the time to split hairs. Desperate for the culmination he’d promised her, she met him in the middle of the suite on his way back, and he caught her up in his arms, his mouth landing on hers in a mirror of the urgency vibrating through her own body.
Falling into the kiss was easy. Instant. His lips worked hers open. Hot tongue against hers. So much heat. It raced down her throat, warming her from the inside out, fire gathering at the V of her legs. Hands everywhere, in her hair, gliding down her back.
Cool air teased at her heated core as he gathered up her dress. His palm covered her bare bottom and he moaned against her mouth when his questing fingers didn’t hit the fabric barrier he must have expected.
“You’re naked under this dress,” he murmured. “I heartily approve of your wardrobe choice for the evening. It’s going to look great on my floor.”
To prove it, he drew the dress up over her head and tossed it, then slid his hot-eyed gaze down the length of her as she stood there in nothing but her strappy high-heeled sandals. Every millimeter of her flesh caught fire as he worshiped her with his eyes.
“Gorgeous.”
His voice scraped out, broken, affected, and it winnowed under her skin. It wasn’t just a throwaway comment said to a girl he was about to screw. The look on his face held a tinge of awe as if he’d caught sight of something truly unique.
“Charlie,” she croaked.
He glanced at her from under his lashes, and that was about the sexiest thing he’d ever done. That one glance held a wealth of nonverbal need. He didn’t just want a release, as he’d called it. Intimacy. He was going to be intimate with her, and she shivered as he took her hand to press it to his lips. Reverently. And then sucked one into his hot mouth, laving at it with his tongue.
The answering pull deep inside nearly knocked her off balance. But he was on it, resettling her on the couch and crouching between her V-ed legs.
“Open,” he instructed and pushed her knees wide, displaying her to his predatory gaze. He looked his fill, as if memorizing her need-soaked secrets, and the moment stretched impossibly. Her hips rolled uncontrollably the longer he didn’t make a move.
“Shh. Be still.” Then he dropped a light kiss on first one thigh, then the other, his unshaven jaw teasing her skin with little prickles.
Finally, he set his mouth where she needed him most, treating her nub to the faintest of licks with the tip of his tongue. She came off the couch with a gasp. His hands cupped her bottom, shoving her forward. His tongue plunged through her folds, lapping at her hard.
The whole time he watched her, peering up with those fathomless blue eyes. Charlie was a guy who kept his promises. And that turned her on even more.
Audra had the sweetest little gasp that curled through Charlie’s midsection. The harder he licked, the deeper in tone it got. She tasted like sin and fire, and he loved every second of putting his tongue in her center.
She was so wet. So responsive. He groaned as she rolled her hips again, driving his tongue deeper into her channel in the wickedest of french kisses. The ache in his groin intensified with a mad need to come, but he fought it.
There were rules. She came first.
But he had a serious interest in drawing it out because this was the only first time he got with Audra. Savoring it was a must. Until she started bucking faster against his tongue, grinding herself against his mouth with insistent urgency, crying his name, begging for release with nonsensical words. He couldn’t help but groan along with her as he bit down on her nub and pushed three fingers inside her.
She met his gaze, holding it as she quivered and tensed, then climaxed with a beautiful arch to her back, his name still on her lips, her core squeezing his fingers endlessly. To feel her come like that—powerful. His body strained toward hers, eager to join in the throes.