Tricks(40)

“Nowhere that a Band-Aid can heal.” Her cheeks were still wet from her tears.

Gently, I placed her foot back on the ground, and then I reached up to wipe away what was left of her sorrow.

She turned her cheek into my touch.

My heart literally stalled in my chest.

“I can’t believe he’s really gone,” she whispered.

The pad of my thumb grazed the top of her cheekbone.

“Someone tried to kill me the night he died. They tried to kill me tonight.”

“They won’t stop until we’re dead or they’re in jail.”

“So much death,” she said. “I need some life.”

Her eyes flicked up to meet mine. The need was unmistakable. Her desire mirrored my own. My touch turned not so gentle and the next thing I knew, I was yanking her forward to cover her mouth with mine.

First contact singed me and I groaned. Her lips were like a hot cup of coffee on a cold winter’s day: warm and welcoming. Her passion slid all the way down my throat and coated my insides, lighting me up like a match and setting my blood on fire.

I pushed my tongue past her lips and swept inside her mouth, exploring the sharp edges of her teeth, the smoothness of her inner cheeks, and the texture of her tongue. I didn’t stop kissing her even when my lungs begged for air. I needed her kiss far more than my lungs needed oxygen.

When at last I pulled back enough to draw a ragged breath, she made a sound of protest and came forward, catching my lower lip between her teeth and sucking it back into her moist mouth and rolling it around her tongue.

I shoved my hands beneath her arms and pulled her roughly into my lap. She straddled me with ease, wrapping those long legs around my waist and pushing herself more fully into my lap. When my hard length brushed against her middle, she shivered and rocked against me.

Our teeth smacked together when I deepened the kiss, slipping my tongue just a little farther inside her mouth. I wanted to be in her; I wanted as much of me as I could get inside her.

With both hands I squeezed her ass and she rocked against me again, making a little sound of pleasure. Charlotte broke the kiss and sat back, looking at me with eyes wide and swollen lips.

“It’s never felt like this before,” she said, her voice a low whisper.

“Darlin’, you haven’t felt anything yet.”

I knew then I was going to sleep with her. I was going to have sex with Charlotte and I was going to enjoy every single second of it.

She was going to enjoy every single second of it.

There would be no more death tonight. There would be life.

And lots and lots of sex.





20




Charlotte

He reached for the end of the fabric tied into a bow at the side of my neck.

I didn’t stop him.

Slowly, he pulled, dragging out my anticipation and creating an agonizing ache between my thighs. When the bow was no more, he abandoned the strips of silk, parting them and sliding his fingers around to deftly open the buttons at the base of my neck.

Everywhere he touched I felt the kiss of longing. The only thought in my head in that moment was, Don’t stop.

When he reached for the hem of my shirt and glanced at me for permission, I could do nothing but nod my head.

He didn’t have to be told twice. The silk was lifted up and away, disappearing where I couldn’t see it. His hands curved around my hips as his eyes drank me in.

“Holy fuck, Charlie. You’re gorgeous.” He said it like a prayer, like he somehow stumbled across something sacred.

My knees began to tremble. The need within me was so great my body was having a hard time keeping it in.

Tucker released my sides and drew his hands upward, toward my gray-and-white satin pushup bra. I knew my chest was amply displayed for him, the tops of my creamy breasts peeking out from the soft fabric.

Both his palms slid over my breasts, covering them, squeezing them lightly. He released a ragged breath and began to knead them, massaging them with his fingers and thumbs. My skin began to tingle and this incredible urge to arch my back to display them even more shamefully filled me.

He dipped his fingers beneath the edges of the fabric and yanked the cups down. It was a lightning fast, abrupt movement. The bra was still hooked around my torso and the material bunched beneath my breasts, pushing them upward toward his touch. The cool air brushed over my already heated skin and I felt my nipples tighten.

The ends of my hair hung loose, tickling the already swollen and sensitive touch, giving me the urge to shake my head just to feel the silky strands heighten my pleasure even further. But Tucker wanted to be the one to deliver my pleasure.

He used the backs of his hands to push my hair back over my shoulders and flicked his thumbs across each of my hard nipples. I jolted with bliss and his mouth curved upward in an all-knowing smile.