She walks over to me and gently claps her tiny hand over my mouth. “I’m not a quitter. I’m just…disappointed. Maybe a little sad. You’re right. I had a bad day, that’s all.”
“Because if you quit, at least I won’t have to buy any more of those appalling candies anymore.” I smirk.
“Did you just try to make a joke?” She grins. “Have you been drinking again?”
“No. I just wanted to see you smile.”
She shakes her head, rolling her eyes. “I’m going to take a shower. Make yourself comfortable.”
After Charlotte enters the bathroom, I shuck off my shoes and order room service since the sun is starting to set, and I know she hasn’t eaten much today. The bathroom door is open a crack, dim light peeking through. Steam from the shower seeps out like an apparition trying to lure me in. I’m imagining her curvy body all wet and lathered up—how I’d love to clean her up—only to dirty her again.
She takes so damn long in the shower, I can’t resist taking a seat in the oversized gray armchair by the window, closing my eyes for a second. The room service guy has already come and set up the food by the time she makes an appearance.
Oh shit. Charlotte has nothing but a towel wrapped around her tantalizing body, and all my breath escapes my lungs. She’s gorgeous with her slicked-back hair and flushed cheeks.
“You ordered room service?”
“I…I thought you might be hungry.”
“I don’t need to be fed.”
“What do you need?” I swallow hard.
She strolls over to the tray and lifts the aluminum lid, revealing a juicy cheeseburger and fries. Her tongue darts out, wetting her lips.
“You take care of everyone. I thought tonight I’d take care of you.”
“I’d like you to take care of me tonight.” She steps over to where I’m sitting, her bare legs brushing my knees.
I scrub my face with my hand, unable to take my eyes off her. A few droplets of water drip from her hair and run down her chest, between her breasts. “You going to put something on?”
“Yep…or…” She hesitates, a devilish glint in her eyes.
She drops the towel to the floor, revealing her soft creamy skin and perfectly full breasts, slaughtering any resolve I have left. I continue to slow blink, knowing there’s no turning back. Her confidence in her beautiful body is such a fucking turn-on. I’m salivating, and it has nothing to do with the cheeseburger and truffle fries.
“We shouldn’t.”
“We already did…or did you forget?” She bites down on her pouty lip.
“Oh…I remember, but…”
“But…what?”
“For a race car driver…you’d think you’d have better instincts.”
“You’re full of jokes tonight.” She chuckles, making her succulent tits bounce.
“You’re so beautiful.” My eyes meet her gaze. I’ve never seen her honey brown eyes so dark and full of fire, like the sun about to explode. My heart pounds in my chest, and my cock is painfully straining against the zipper of my shorts.
“Show me.” Her sultry voice drips with honey.
I stand and run my thumb along her jaw, trailing my fingers down her neck until they brush over her dusky pink nipples. I lower my head as she stands on her toes and wraps her arms around my neck. I cup her face and spread her lips with mine, capturing her in a searing kiss that makes my knees weak.
I grab a handful of her ass. “I can’t fight this anymore.” I’m so tired of denying the attraction between us. The desperate need to be inside her too overpowering.
I cup and squeeze one of her breasts, rolling her taut, pink nipple between my fingers, giving a gentle pinch that makes her whimper. My other hand remains on the back of her neck, tangled in her hair, keeping us locked in a wet, hot kiss.
Charlotte rocks against my thigh that’s pushing between her legs. She claws desperately at my clothes, trying to take them off. My stubble against her smooth—her soft against my hard—is contradictory, yet the pieces fit together like a puzzle.
“Bed,” she breathes against my lips, but I’m too impatient.
I growl out a fuck, hauling her over my shoulder. I carry her to the bed like some caveman as she giggles and squirms in my arms. “That’s for the stunt you pulled this morning,” I scold, giving her ass cheek a gentle smack. “I’m concerned about your safety.” I drop her in the center of the mattress. She watches eagerly as I slip my shirt over my head. “Promise me you’ll take your safety seriously from now on.” She responds with a nod.
I step out of my shorts and boxer briefs as fast as I can, hungry for her warm skin on mine. We’ll talk more about her security later because right now, I need to be wrapped up in her, forgetting the outside world.
I kneel on the bed, covering her body with mine, careful not to squish her. I tangle my fingers in her hair, possessing her with a searing kiss that makes me drunk.
Charlotte parts her legs wider when my hand dips down between us. I groan when I slide my fingers easily through her seam, finding her already wet.
“I need you.” Her breath stutters. Reaching down, she firmly wraps her fingers around my hard length. “Can’t wait.” She strokes up and down a few times, and my breath hitches. “Put it in.”
I trail my tongue down her neck and along her collarbone. “Beg for my cock.”
“Please, Jace. Fuck me.”
I lower my mouth to her breasts, licking and sucking her pebbled nipples, loving how she weaves her fingers through my hair, attempting to hold me in place. “I love when you’re a good girl, Charlotte.”
“I love your cock.”
My dick nudges at the entrance of her wet heat, and I’m already panting hard for it. I kiss her savagely. Her mouth parts when I thrust into her with one long stroke. “Fuck,” I breathe out. The feeling is incredible. She’s so warm and tight; I’m afraid I’m going to blow if I shift.
She releases a raspy groan from her chest, her fingers fisting and kneading frantically at my back. “You need to move.” I love how desperately she wants me. I’ve never felt this with anyone. I never wanted anyone the way I crave this woman.
Her head falls back with a moan as I begin to move in and out with deep, long thrusts. Her pussy clenches me tightly, and I’m close to coming.
“Jace,” Charlotte moans. “Harder.” She runs her fingers through my hair as I rock into her. I love the feeling of her smooth legs wrapped tight around my waist.
I take both her hands in one of mine and hold them above her head, trying to command her body as I move inside her with determined strokes. I need to earn some control, so I don’t embarrass myself and end this like an inexperienced teenager.
“Oh God. So good.”
“You still sad?”
“No.” She moves her hips, meeting my thrusts.
“How do you feel, baby?”
“Alive.”
I can tell she’s close to falling apart when her legs begin to tremble. I don’t want to come this fast, but the way she’s squeezing me tight, I can’t stop this freight train barreling full speed ahead. We are definitely doing this again tonight.