Tricks(32)

The blood was pumping through my veins at an extraordinary speed. It felt like I had a jackhammer inside my body and it was creating all kinds of chaos.

I lowered my face a little bit more so our lips barely grazed one another. She sighed and her eyes drifted closed.

Maybe the perfect guy could resist such an action.

Charlotte already pointed out that I was not perfect.

I pulled her even farther against me, lifting her feet up off the pavement completely, and her hands came up to wrap around my biceps, holding tightly as my mouth staked its claim.

God, her mouth was sinful. And hot. Her kisses were a direct contrast to the wind blowing around us, and I wrapped my other arm around her, holding her firmly in place so my tongue could delve past her lips and explore the depths of her mouth.

She tasted like beer (my favorite) and I growled as I licked even farther into her mouth. Her tongue met mine and they twisted together as our lips smashed against one another, desperately trying to get closer.

Her deep inhale pressed her chest against me and even through our clothes I could feel her rock-hard nipples standing at attention. One of my hands slid down and cupped her luscious ass, tilting her body even closer. But it wasn’t close enough. I wanted her legs wrapped around my waist. I wanted to feel the sleek moisture between her legs coat my abs and cock.

One of her hands slid up the back of my head, her fingers threading into my short hair and creating friction against my scalp.

Holy shit, I wanted to push up her skirt and do her right here on the sidewalk. I didn’t even care who saw. Never in my life had my body demanded sex more.

She pulled her mouth away, gasping for breath, and her head fell forward so that her forehead rested against mine.

A little shiver started at her feet and shook her body. I pulled back, slowly sliding her down the front of my body. I knew she could feel the hard length of me; there was no hiding it.

“Here,” I said, my voice sounding foreign to my own ears. I lifted up her blazer and held it out so she could slip her arms inside.

“Thanks,” she said softly as I buttoned up the waist. When I was finished, my hands lingered a little bit longer than needed in the area just below her breasts.

“Come on,” I said, draping an arm over her shoulder and tucking her against my side. We started walking as I kept my eye out for a cab.

It wasn’t a far walk, but it was late and cold outside. Of course this would be the one night I didn’t see any of the usual one dozen cabs flying dangerously over the streets. “Looks like we might have to walk the whole way.”

“I don’t mind. I like to walk. It’s good for thinking.”

“And what do you think about when you walk, Charlie?”

I felt her shrug under my arm and I didn’t push. I already felt like I learned a lot about her tonight. Usually learning anything other than a woman’s bra size was just too much information for me, but for some reason, Charlotte was different.

“Are you ever going to tell me what’s going on with you?” she asked as we walked.

“Am I really that different lately?” I’m not sure why I wanted a play-by-play of how miserable at being Max I really was, but I guess I was a glutton for punishment. He always was the one that had his shit together.

“I’ve been worried.”

“Don’t worry,” I told her. I wanted to add that everything was going to be okay, but I couldn’t promise her that because things weren’t okay right now.

Up the street I heard a car approaching and I turned to see a cab heading our way. I pulled away from Charlie to step up to the curb and hail it down.

Then all hell broke loose.





16




Charlotte

I loved watching him move. He had this way about him, this confidence that drew the eye. His shoulders seemed more square, his posture a little more straight. What’s more, I loved the way he felt when he moved against me.

I thought I might die when he picked me up off the pavement, leaving my feet to dangle in the late-night air. I had been suspended. Suspended in moments of perfect bliss, where all I could feel was the hard contours of his body, his vise-like arms anchoring me against him, and the way his mouth felt moving over mine.

The erection in his pants had been mildly startling but completely alluring. Just feeling it press against my abdomen made my panties feel slick with moisture.

My body ached inside. It felt coiled with need. It begged for release as if it knew the next time Max and I were together, it would be far more satisfying than it had ever been.

I smiled to myself, all the alcohol I ingested making me feel relaxed and carefree. He stepped away from me, toward the curb to hail a cab. I stepped backward so I could lean up against the building. My shoulders hit the wall first, but it wasn’t nearly as cold as I expected the contact to be. In fact, it didn’t feel right at all.