Total pages in book: 176
Estimated words: 164533 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 823(@200wpm)___ 658(@250wpm)___ 548(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 164533 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 823(@200wpm)___ 658(@250wpm)___ 548(@300wpm)
Finding her embarrassment adorable, I playfully pulled her onto my lap. “Let’s try not to worry about that until tomorrow.”
As the hours passed, Charli’s hesitance and shyness with intimacy slowly drifted away. I felt strangely proud of her, her confidence reemerging as she took control of her desire.
The next morning, I woke to the noise of running water. By the time my foggy, sex-exhausted brain cleared up I realised Charli was taking a shower. She was in my shower, most likely naked, so what the hell was I doing still in bed?
“Rhys,” she squeaked when I slid open the door and joined her. Thankfully, my shower was large enough for two as I pressed my naked front to her back then bent to plant kisses along the hollow of her neck.
“Oh,” she sighed, her breathing choppy as I slid one hand down her soft stomach and between her thighs while the other eagerly palmed her breast.
“You busy today?” I asked, trailing my mouth along the back of her neck then teasingly biting right where her hairline met her spine.
“Um, what …” she replied, clearly distracted by my bite. I wasn’t sure what possessed me, but I did it again. Charli moaned, and a satisfied growl rumbled out of me.
“I asked if you’re busy today,” I finally repeated as my fingers found her entrance and slid in. Fuck, she was so wet.
“Not particularly,” she said, pressing her hand to the tile to steady herself against the onslaught I was unleashing on her, both my hands and my mouth at play, working her to my liking.
“Want to come to dinner?” I went on casually.
“Dinner?”
“At my Uncle Eugene’s house.” I started playing with her nipple. “That’s Shay’s Dad. He cooks a roast on Sundays.” My fingers slid out to find her clit, and she moaned loudly in response then said, “Ah, I see. Yes, that’s sound l-lovely.”
“So, you’ll come?”
“Yes, I definitely think that’s happening,” she responded breathily as her backside arched into my throbbing erection.
I chuckled happily and focused all my attention on making her tremble against my fingers as she’d done several times last night.
We stopped by Padraig and Jo’s place first so she could grab a change of clothes, and Charli was relieved to find the house empty, delaying an inevitable interrogation from Jo. I followed her to the guest room where she was staying, teenage memories hitting me like a sledgehammer.
We’d had a lot of sex in that room. It was where she’d given me my first blow job and where I’d returned the favour by going down on her. I still remembered how hard she’d come.
Sitting on the edge of the bed while Charli searched for an outfit, I wrestled with the urge to grab her, throw her down, and make us very late for dinner at my uncle’s house.
As she rifled through a drawer, I noticed a familiar dark blue material, and time froze for a second. Was that …
Charli’s fingers brushed the fabric, and she stilled, her cheeks colouring as she quickly shoved it under some other tops. I stood and came to stand next to her, hearing how her breath caught when I brushed her hands aside and pulled out the item she’d hidden.
“You still have it,” I said, a little shocked as I held my old hoodie, the one I’d given her all those years ago. I remembered her first day working at the hotel and my concern that she’d be cold helping me clean out the freezer.
“Um, yeah. I’ve always loved that hoodie. It’s, uh, it’s super comfortable,” she replied at last, her eyes catching on mine. I had a feeling that wasn’t the only reason she’d kept it, but I didn’t push her to reveal if it had sentimental value even though my pulse was fucking racing. What did it mean that she’d kept it? I didn’t want to delve too deep into that question because it meant exploring my own feelings and how I’d never stopped thinking about Charli even after she was long gone from my life.
I pressed a kiss to her cheek and handed it back. “I’m glad you kept it,” was all I said before moving to the door. “I’ll wait downstairs.”
Charli nodded, and a little while later, she sat next to me in the passenger seat of my car, anxiously running her hands over the dark purple wrap dress she’d chosen to wear to dinner. There was a little string bow at the side holding it together, and I’d been battling the temptation to pull it free ever since she appeared at the top of the stairs.
“Are you sure they’ll be okay with me being here?” she asked after I emerged and went around to her side to help her out. Her fingers slid into mine so naturally like they were always meant to be there.