Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 87863 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87863 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
I ignored the cautionary voices and let my senses take over, noting a whole new set of details I’d somehow overlooked…like the flecks of green and gray in his eyes and the lone freckle on his nose. And his lips…guys weren’t supposed to have lips like that. Full and plump and pretty. I gulped when he stuck his tongue out and licked the seam. Holy fuck. My dick throbbed against the Velcro opening of my shorts as I met his gaze, leaned in, and sealed my mouth over his. I angled my head when he sighed, then pushed my tongue between his lips.
He tightened his hold around my neck and moaned into the connection. He twisted his tongue feverishly with mine before nipping my chin and licking my jawline, then plunging inside again. I slipped a finger in his belt loop, splayed my hand over his ass, and humped his pelvis. My wet swim trunks and his thin khaki pants left nothing to the imagination. I could feel the outline of his dick as it slid against mine in the water. Fuck, he felt amazing. I couldn’t get enough. I lost all sense of time and propriety as we licked and sucked at each other while grinding manically in a quest for friction.
Charlie broke for air. “You kissed me.”
“Yeah, well…you kissed me too,” I replied like a real lame-ass.
He frowned. “We’re uneven ag—”
I covered his mouth before he could finish his sentence, wrapping my hand around his nape and flicking the corner of his lips before sucking his tongue. Charlie responded thrust for thrust, running his fingers along my spine, then slipping his hand under my trunks to trace my crack and squeeze my ass.
I was hard as a fucking rock now and dizzy with desire. I knew what I wanted, but nothing about our current situation, including the guy in my arms, made it easy. I pulled back and tried to wade through my options, quickly realizing I had none. Zilch. If nothing else, I’d just added twenty new problems to my ever-growing list. Make that twenty-one, I thought as Charlie fell sideways and dragged me underwater again.
We wrestled like a couple of feral sea lions fighting for dominance. He clutched my ass while I held his shoulders to keep him from nipping any available skin. We willfully ignored the frantic sexual energy between us as we tumbled in a circle, pushing and pulling at each other as though we could decide if we wanted to inflict pleasure or pain.
Until Charlie bit me.
I shoved him away and slapped my hand over my neck. “Fuck, that hurt.”
“It was supposed to hurt!” Charlie snapped. “What were you doing?”
I gaped incredulously. “Defending myself. I couldn’t tell if you were trying to fuck me or kill me, you little shit.”
“Dream on. I don’t want your dick anywhere near me.”
“Liar,” I taunted.
Charlie pushed me away and slipped under the water before resurfacing a few feet away, coughing like he’d swallowed half the pool. I curbed my eye roll, then swam to the side, and hopped out. I toed off my wet Vans, yanked my T-shirt over my head, and twisted the cotton, wringing water from it aggressively while I waited for Charlie to make the next move, ’cause I sure as fuck didn’t know what to do now.
“We can call it even as soon as you remove the sticky notes from my car and say a penance for the poor tree you sacrificed.” He hoisted himself over the edge of the pool and lay on his back with one arm in the water and the other spread out dramatically beside him.
“No. Take the Post-its off yourself. And you’re welcome. Those fuckers come in handy,” I assured him with a humorless half laugh.
Charlie sat up and gritted his teeth. “You better take them off.”
“Are you talking about my shorts?” I turned around and lowered my trunks and shook my bare ass, then refastened the Velcro and double-knotted the drawstring.
“You are a fucking child,” he snarled.
“And you’re a fucking pain in the ass,” I retorted. “Look at us!”
He sprang to his feet, pointing his finger menacingly. I expected him to yell, but he wilted like a flower. I might have imagined it, but I think he teared up and changed the game all over again.
“I know,” he said softly, trembling when a cool wind kicked up. “Look, we should stay away from each other for a little while.”
“No,” I replied firmly. “I don’t want to stay away from you. And how would we do that anyway? We work together.”
“I don’t know. I tried to keep my distance this week, but…I can’t do it without acting like a jerk. I’m so bad at holding things inside. I’m about to blow my fucking lid,” he growled in frustration.
I widened my eyes. “You mean there’s more to come?”