given her an out.
She should take it.
Her entire life revolved around rational, well-considered decisions. Weighing up facts. Making safe choices.
Where had it got her?
Single and not loving it. Her sex life was lived vicariously through erotic romance novels, craving an elusive something that would jolt her staid life; something like this crazy, exciting interlude to give her confidence a boost and ensure she could follow through on finding her perfect guy.
Staring into this guy’s amazing blue eyes, she wondered if maybe karma had delivered exactly what she needed.
Her throat tightened but she had to get the words out, had to take a chance for once. ‘I want to do this.’
Before her common sense kicked in, she placed her hand on his abs. Low enough to be suggestive. High enough he could end this now and walk away if he wanted to.
His low groan raised the fine hairs on her arms as he nudged her knees apart, stepped between them and slid his hands under her butt, sliding her towards him.
She gasped as he ground against her, hard and insistent, while his hands palmed her breasts. The softest whimper filled the air and through a hazy fog of want, she realised it had come from her.
She wrapped her legs around him and he responded by rolling her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, making her go a little crazy. She writhed against him, wanting more. He plucked at her nipples, sending a sizzle to her core.
If his touch felt so good with the stupid faux leather as a barrier, what would it feel like to be naked? She wanted to find out but he had other ideas.
‘Lie back,’ he said, placing a palm between her breasts and gently pushing. ‘Prop on your elbows so I can see you.’
The guys Charlotte had been with didn’t issue orders. They got the basics done without a word.
She liked being told what to do. Liked the gleam in his eyes when she did exactly as he wanted. She eased back until she rested on her elbows, uncertainty making her shiver as he hooked his thumbs under the elastic of the thong. He tugged gently, lowering it, leaving her naked and vulnerable.
She’d never felt so exposed. But her protest died on her lips as he locked gazes with her at the same time he slid a finger inside her.
Reverence widened his eyes, as if she’d bestowed a great gift on him, and her flutters of worry faded beneath his ministrations.
Another finger slipped inside her, rhythmically sliding in and out as his thumb circled her clitoris. Slow. Steady. He was driving her insane with the feel of him and the way he met her gaze. Uncompromising. Confident in his ability to satisfy her. Seeing her, really seeing her.
‘You are so frigging beautiful,’ he muttered, his tone barely above a growl, and she gritted her teeth to stop from groaning out loud as the pleasure built. She tensed her muscles and began spiralling out of control. She blanked her mind until all she could focus on was him. His touch. His fingers. His stare.
Her orgasm crashed over her, so strong, so unexpected, wiping her out. She couldn’t hold back, her yell loud and triumphant.
She expected to be swamped with mortification the second her body stopped pulsating. But nothing happened, other than a relentless yearning to do it all again.
‘Thank you,’ she murmured, sounding oddly formal.
‘You’re welcome.’ His smile widened as he reached down and unzipped. ‘If you want, there’s more where that came from.’
Charlotte’s jaw dropped open. She’d heard of the fabled internal orgasm but equated it to other fanciful, elusive things, like unicorns and fairies.
Apparently her mystery man believed in all things mystical and she watched in unabashed fascination as he unsnapped his trousers and pushed them down along with his jocks.
Showing her proof of exactly why he could be so confident.
Wowza. She might not have seen many erect penises but the ones she had made this one look like a giant. With a wicked-looking head.
She smiled at her joke and he quirked an eyebrow.
‘It doesn’t bode well that you take one look at me and want to laugh.’
A killer sense of humour and a big dick. She’d hit the jackpot. Ding, ding, ding.
‘I’m out of my comfort zone here. Can’t you give a girl a break?’
‘Thought I already had.’ He winked and she laughed, surprised at how easy this felt.
The few other times she’d had sex had been awkward, without a hint of banter. She liked this, liked feeling like a wanton goddess splayed before a sex god.
‘This is crazy. You know that, right?’
He nodded, fishing a condom from his wallet and rolling it on with an expertise that indicated he’d done it many times before. ‘Crazy is good.’
He set about proving it, sliding into her with a force that made her gasp. He grabbed her butt, lifting it slightly so he could drive into her on an angle that ensured he hit that fabled sweet spot. He thrust into her over and over with a relentless force that had her surging up, reaching for him.
She held onto his shoulders as he half lifted her off the table, his penetration deeper, his rhythm faster. The pleasure bordered on pain and she bit his shoulder as she came again, stunned by the ferocity of it.
He tensed and groaned a second later, his fingers digging into her butt so hard she might not be able to sit for a week. She didn’t care. She didn’t care about anything other than this euphoria making her feel as if she could do anything.
He held her for what seemed like an eternity before gently lowering her to the table and withdrawing. She felt the loss immediately. Craved more. Mentally chastised herself for being stupid.
He turned away, giving her time to put her clothes on while he took care of business. She didn’t like seeing his back. Not when their fronts had connected so well.
Remorse, swift and stabbing, flooded her.
What the hell had she been thinking, having sex with a stranger?
However, when he turned back to her, his expression open, his smile satisfied, she couldn’t be sorry.
‘You were incredible.’ He cupped her face between his hands and brushed a soft kiss across her lips.
To Charlotte’s horror, the burn of impending tears stung her eyes and she blinked, forcing a smile as she pushed him away.
‘So were you,’ she said, sounding flippant, while inside a little part of her crumbled at his unexpected tenderness. ‘But I really need to get this tidied up now.’
It was a curt dismissal he didn’t deserve but she had to get him out of here before she cried.
‘Sure,
