Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 116232 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 581(@200wpm)___ 465(@250wpm)___ 387(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116232 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 581(@200wpm)___ 465(@250wpm)___ 387(@300wpm)
“Let’s go somewhere else,” I said.
Relief washed through her, and she quickly slipped her hand in mine. Neither of us glanced back at the man as we went, and I didn’t let go of her hand as we strode through the hallway.
The main lounge was even busier than it had been when we’d walked through on our way to the back room. The sectional was full of half-naked people, and the topless woman we’d seen earlier was now fully naked, straddling her partner who was on his back on the ottoman.
There was a dramatic shift in the atmosphere in comparison to the other room. It wasn’t just that it was darker and moodier here, there was also a totally different vibe. This space felt feverish. Hedonistic. And we only stood at the edge, near the exposed brick wall. How much stronger would it be if we waded farther inside?
She must have felt it, too, because her hand tightened instinctively around mine.
That tiny reaction snapped whatever restraint I’d been holding on to.
Charlotte gasped as I turned to face her, grasped her waist, and moved in so aggressively, it forced her to stumble backward. Her eyes went wide and her back hit the brick with a thud, but I silenced whatever other sound she wanted to make when I slammed my mouth over hers.
NINETEEN
Noah
Our kiss downstairs was tame compared to this one. I’d had more than a month’s worth of lust for Charlotte pent up inside me, and it spilled out in an urgent rush. The good news was I seemed to have had a similar effect on her, because her greedy mouth answered my kiss with the same ferocity.
My hands had been locked on her waist, but they refused to stay still. They glided up the sides of her body until I could cup both of her breasts through the thin satin shirt she wore. She lifted into my touch and rubbed her body provocatively against mine.
I bit back a groan of satisfaction.
We were wild, and reckless, and acting like the only way to extinguish the fire raging between us was by using each other.
Our kiss broke and the words tumbled from me unfiltered. “I want to know how wet you got from watching.”
She peered up at me through heavy lidded eyes and stepped her feet apart, making room between her thighs. “Why don’t you find out?”
It was issued as a challenge, and dark satisfaction rolled through me. I would never have dreamed that this girl matched my sexual appetite, and yet, here she was, daring me to put my hand up her skirt.
I dragged my heavy hand slowly down her front to build her anticipation, and I veered to the side when I reached her skirt. Down I continued to move, until I reached bare skin below the hem of her skirt, and then I changed directions.
My fingertips trailed up the inside of her thigh, and as my hand crept up, I carried her skirt up with it. When I brushed my fingers against her panties, I wasn’t surprised to find them wet. I ground my fingers against her, rubbing her clit through the damp fabric, and a pleased smile grew on my lips.
“You’re fucking soaked, you know that?”
Her only answer was to tip her head back against the wall and arch with pleasure. She had her hands on my shoulders, and her fingers tightened, clenching fistfuls of my suit coat.
There was music all around us, and I didn’t mean the song playing from the sound system. Moans, and kisses, and bodies crashed against each other, filling the room with a symphony of desire. It was intoxicating.
But for her? It looked like she was drowning in it and would die a happy woman.
I rubbed a tight circle on her clit, and then pressed my entire palm against her, stroking roughly. Back and forth, over and over again. It made her chest heave as she pulled in large gulps of air.
And her moan was goddamn sinful.
Jesus, she looked so good like this. Pressed up against the wall, her lips kiss-swollen and my hand between her legs. I was sure I wasn’t the only one who recognized that. There were plenty of other people in this room, but they barely registered right now. I was too absorbed in her to look anywhere else.
One of her hands fell from my shoulder so she could cup me through my pants, and the corner of her mouth tilted in a smile. She was happy to find I was already hard, and growing harder under her touch. We moved our hands on each other’s bodies like we were horny teenagers.
Hot and heavy and fast.
The stroke of her hand down the length of me sent heat ripping through my center. It made me want to escalate and see how much she’d enjoy taking the next step. I gripped the sides of her leather skirt and pulled upward until it was bunched at her waist and her black panties were exposed.