Something that sounds suspiciously like a whimper escapes my throat.
He nuzzles my neck as his fingers climb up my spine. “Say Yes, Charlie.”
I grip his T-shirt, holding on for dear life as his lips skim the lines of my throat. “Yes, Charlie.”
He flattens his palm against my back as he slides his tongue over my skin. “I love the way you say my name.”
I rise to my tiptoes, arching into his hard body. “I’m going to whisper it in your ear when you’re inside me.”
He tangles his fingers in my hair before fisting them hard enough at the base of my neck to send a rush of lust crashing through me. He forces my gaze to his. “I won’t be satisfied until you’re mine.”
My lips part on a gasp. “I am.”
“Almost.” He rubs his chest against my aching breasts. “But not yet.”
I’m locked in some sort of hypnotic haze where my mind is empty and I’m ready to do whatever he wants.
I part my legs.
He fills the space between them. “Are you attached to this dress?”
“My clothes haven’t survived you yet, so I came prepared.”
“Aren’t you a good girl?”
My knees actually go weak.
He releases his grip before moving to my waist, where he lifts me up and puts me on the counter. “Do you want to please me?”
Eagerly, I nod. It’s like he’s crawled into my head and understands every secret twist I have. I kick the nude slides off my feet, and they fall to the floor with a clatter.
He puts his hands on either side of my thighs. “I want to hear you say it.”
I lick my lips, sucking in my breath. “I want to please you.”
His large palm rests between the swell of my breasts. He presses me down, spreading me out over the wooden surface before running his hands along the stretch of my body. “You want me to rip your clothes? Or cut them off with a knife?”
I jerk as his words set off a fire inside me.
“The blade it is.” He opens a drawer and pulls out a Swiss Army Knife, resting it in the dip of my ribs.
A pulse takes up residence between my legs. I bow my back, the roll of the heavy weight a prelude of what’s to come.
When we fucked in the car, it had been about need and desperation, but this is going to be different.
He plants a hand on one side of my head. His midnight stare is so intimate, I fight the urge to look away. He must sense the tension in my body because he grips my chin and holds me in place. “You don’t get to hide.”
I’m quivering, almost shaking with desire. “Okay.”
The breadth of his shoulders increases the sensation of him looming over me, and when his mouth comes down hard on mine, it hits me like I’m a battery he’s just jumped.
The air practically crackles between us. All the chemistry we’ve been repressing bursts free.
I pull him close and surrender to his onslaught.
His tongue dips between my lips, before tangling with mine.
There’s no restraint.