Total pages in book: 167
Estimated words: 164557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 823(@200wpm)___ 658(@250wpm)___ 549(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 164557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 823(@200wpm)___ 658(@250wpm)___ 549(@300wpm)
“Upstairs?” she says.
I shake my head as I lower my face to her neck, kissing her smooth, soft skin. “I can’t wait,” I mumble.
Her nails dig into my shoulders. “Okay.”
That’s all the permission I need.
I grab her by the waist, backing her into the wall. She gasps when my lips crash over hers in a sloppy, hungry kiss. I’m goddamn feral tonight.
“I’ve been thinking about this for days,” I mutter before running my tongue along the seam of her lips. “Thinking about how good you feel. How wet you’ll be for me.”
She lets out a soft moan, arching into me.
I claim her mouth like I’ve been starved for her, and she responds just as fiercely, tugging at my shirt. I break the kiss long enough to pull it over my head, throwing it on the floor, and then I’m on her again. My hands slip under her sweater, splaying over her skin.
“Fuck, you’re perfect,” I rasp.
I peel her clothes away, piece by piece. Her shirt, her bra, leggings, panties. They fall to the floor like an afterthought, and when I finally have her naked against the wall, my dick is harder than it’s ever been.
She watches me from under heavy-lidded eyes, her palms roaming over my bare chest, my stomach, lower. As she undoes my jeans, I bring one hand between her thighs, finding her slick and ready for me. She moans when I touch her clit, her body jerking at the contact, and I smirk, loving how responsive she is, how much she wants this too.
“You’re soaked,” I say, teasing her just enough to make her squirm. “You’ve been thinking about this too, haven’t you?”
“Always,” she breathes, gasping when two fingers slide inside her.
I kiss her again, rougher this time. My fingers move faster, but I can’t hold back any longer. I need more. I need all of her.
I pull my hand away, making quick work of my pants and boxers, kicking them off before I pin her to the wall with my body. Her legs wrap around me instinctively, and I position myself at her opening, teasing my cockhead through her slit for just a second before thrusting inside.
I groan at the sensation, the heat, the tightness of her pussy squeezing my cock. It’s overwhelming, almost too much, but I can’t slow down. I don’t want to.
“You feel so good,” I grit out, moving inside her with hard, deep thrusts. “I can’t get enough of you, Charlie. Never goddamn enough.”
Every thrust is a release of the pent-up tension, the need I’ve been holding back for days. She matches me, her body rocking into mine as her breathing becomes more ragged.
“Beckett,” she gasps, her voice strained with pleasure. “I’m so close. Don’t stop.”
“I’ve got you,” I groan, slamming into her with everything I have. “I’m not stopping until you come all over me.”
Her eyelids flutter shut, her body trembling as I bring her closer to the edge, my name falling breathlessly from her lips. Her pussy clamps around me, and I know she’s right there, teetering on the brink.
“Come for me, baby girl,” I whisper against her neck. “I want to feel it.”
That’s all it takes. With a sharp cry, she shatters, her body convulsing around me as her orgasm crashes through her. The sensation sends me soaring, and I follow her over the edge, my balls drawing up tight as I come inside her.
We stay like that for a long moment, our bodies pressed together, our breathing unsteady as the world slowly comes back into focus. I lean my forehead against hers. My hand still grips her hip, her legs still wrapped around me.
“Fuck,” I curse. “I needed that.”
She smiles, her fingers tracing tiny patterns on my chest. “Me too.”
Later, after we’ve made dinner and settled in the living room to eat it, Charlie opens her laptop and works on a write-up for some dorky experiment she’s doing at the lab this week. I play a video game, pausing every now and then to sip my water. It’s low-key and I’m content, until the front door creaks open and Will comes home.
He’s unusually quiet as he hangs up his winter gear. Then he appears in the doorway, watching us for a moment.
“Your dad make it to the airport okay?” he asks me.
“Yeah. He landed in Indy an hour ago.”
I know Larsen like the back of my hand, and something is up. He enters the room and goes to give Charlie a peck on the lips, but the smile he gives her is strained. And when he glances at me, he’s not smiling at all.
I frown at him. “What’s wrong?”
He shrugs. “Nothing. Want a beer?”
“Nah. It’s late. Morning skate tomorrow.”
It’s unlike him to drink on a random weeknight when we’re gearing up for the playoffs. He returns, twisting off the cap, his gaze on mine.