“It better.”
He was smiling, but she wouldn’t be able to see it with his face against her neck. He nipped her lightly, then said, “Yes, you may move your hands.”
Her thumbs hooked into the straps of the thong, and she pulled it down to mid-thigh, where she let it go. The thong dropped around her ankles and those cock-teasing heels.
Griffin unapologetically leaned back to take a look. Charlotte propped a hand on one hip and let him.
She was amazing.
“Damn,” he said, meeting her eyes again. “Thank you for moving your hands.”
“How about you start moving your hands again now?” She gripped the front of his shirt and pulled him in for a kiss.
His hands gladly glided over her body, from her breasts to her ass, and then one hand settled between her thighs, circling her clit.
“Spread your legs.” His voice was low and gruff.
She did. His finger slid into her, and they both moaned. She was tight and so hot, and his body was screaming at him for more.
He pumped his finger deep twice, then added a second, loving her breathy moan. He covered her lips with his as he thrust faster, adding pressure to her clit with the pad of his thumb. He rubbed in a gentle circle as he stroked deep with two fingers, kissing her hungrily. He wanted to feel and hear her come apart.
But a moment later, she pushed him back.
“I do have one more question for you.” She was practically panting.
He hadn’t stopped moving his fingers. “Okay.”
“Do you have a condom?”
Now, he froze.
Of course, he didn’t have a condom. He was definitely not the guy who walked around with a condom in his wallet on the sheer chance that he might have a random hookup in the barn. He carefully planned everything as much as possible, especially interactions with other humans. And he never took intimate interactions, like sex, for granted.
“I’m going to take your obvious shock as a no,” Charlotte said.
“No, I don’t have a condom.” He started to lean back, withdrawing his fingers, but she quickly grasped his forearm.
“Oh, where do you think you’re going?”
He looked down at her. He was very aware of the fact that his fingers were in the most intimate place they could be. “I thought maybe we had just discovered a reason to stop.”
“You don’t need a condom for your fingers.”
Well, she had a point. A very good point, considering how much he did not want to remove his fingers from where they were.
“Are you going to make me ask you nicely for this too?” she asked.
He should. He really should. Not only would that be hot, it would make him feel back in control again after realizing he’d gotten to this point without remembering that he didn’t have protection.
True, he was usually prepared for the worst, and nothing about the situation with Charlotte was qualifying as “the worst” anything, but he was very rarely caught off guard.
It was just another example of how this woman had been a surprise from the minute they’d started talking.
He leaned in and kissed her. That was way better than talking anyway. He was past the teasing. This woman had been mixing him up from the moment she’d asked about his metaphorical carrot. It was time to finish their very enjoyable time together and say good night.
If he were a stronger man, he would take his hands off her body, wish her a good evening, and walk his ass out of this barn right now. But he wasn’t a stronger man. At least not with this woman.
Actually, he could imagine himself doing exactly that with any other woman he’d met. But the idea of walking away from Charlotte right now was unfathomable.
And he was suddenly not sure that Paris was far enough away.
Griffin moved his fingers, stroking her deep, his thumb rubbing over her clit, kissing her deeply. She moaned into his mouth, gripped his forearm tighter, and arched closer to his hand.
He was, indeed, pressing her against the barn wall. One of her hands was already holding his arm as if afraid he was going to leave her. The other came out and circled the back of his neck, holding him into their kiss, her tongue stroking his as enthusiastically as he was her.
She lifted one foot, still clad in one of her crazy shoes, wrapped her leg around his, and tucked her heel at the back of his knee. It opened her even wider, and Griffin read her plea clearly. He curled his fingers, stroking over her G-spot, feeling the resultant ripple of her pussy.
Now she tore her mouth away from his as she gasped his name.
“Griffin!”
Both hands dug into his muscles where she held him and her head thumped back against the wall behind her.
“Yes! Oh, Griffin! Yes!”
“You know I am really going to think about adding delightful to my regular vocabulary,” Griffin told her. “Because everything about this sweet pussy, from how tight it is, to how hot it is, to how wet it is”—he thrust again, curling his fingers against her G-spot—”is absolutely…” He rubbed over her clit with his thumb, and she gasped. “Fucking.” He circled her clit more firmly and fingered her faster as she moaned. “Delightful.”
“Griffin.” She gripped his arm even tighter.
“Yes, yes, Charlotte, just let go.”
“You’re so good at this.”
“You are the best thing to happen to me in this town in the six months I’ve been here.”
She cried out his name. He felt her clamp down around his fingers as she came apart.
He didn’t know why that was what had sent her over the edge, but he was damn grateful to have felt and heard it. That was going to fuel some pretty hot nights to come.
Charlotte took a deep, shuddering breath and pulled him in for a kiss.
Griffin slipped his fingers from her pussy and gripped her ass against his hard cock. He swept her mouth with his tongue and relished the feel of her pressing against him as if he hadn’t just gotten her off.
This woman could have any man she wanted. He was certain of that. And it was more than just her delicious curves and her long silky hair and big blue eyes. It was the way she carried herself, her attitude, her wit, and her humor. This was not the type of woman who got so much as felt up in a barn, not to mention stripped bare and made to orgasm. There was no doubt in his mind that she was treated to ritzy restaurants and had seen more than her share of flower bouquets and expensive bottles of wine. She didn’t have to be here with him, but she was, and she seemed as into it as he was.
Finally, he let her up for air. Without condoms, their options were somewhat limited. But he didn’t want to let her go yet.
Which was, of course, exactly why he should let her go.
“Well, I have to say, Griffin, you have some pretty delightful moments yourself. “
Then much to his surprise, she reached for his fly. “What are you doing?”
“How charming would I really be if I got mine but didn’t give you anything in return?”
Her meaning was clear, as was the way she was unbuckling his belt and undoing his button and zipper of his jeans, but the smile said it all. It was a combination of playful and sexy that Griffin was sure could bring any man to his knees. But it also seemed clear that Charlotte did not think he was the one who was going to be going on his knees in the next few minutes.
She slid her hand into his jeans, stroking him through his boxers. Even with a layer of cotton between them, he had to lock his knees and brace his hand on the wall beside her head as pleasure streaked through him.