Full Throttle Yearning (7 page)

Their tongues mated, tasted, explored. Charlie’s hands travelled up Roxie’s relaxed spine, along the soft leather and into her lustrous hair. He loved the scent, the wildness yet the tameness of her. Her secretiveness added a forbidden spice to her, to that kiss, and he indulged himself, careful not to pull on her tresses. She was giving herself to him, and for now there was nothing else that mattered. Here, in his house, Rowter wouldn’t be able to get to her. He’d have to get through Charlie first.

Inwardly, Roxie sighed with enjoyment. This kiss was the most spectacular ever, she decided, extricating her fingers from between their bodies. Too bad she wouldn’t be able to hold on to him. He was quite the catch—for a society girl, which she’d ceased to be the moment she’d fled from her father’s bodyguards. Precious freedom meant more to her than anything, and to make love to Charlie brought forth the exhilaration of being free from prying eyes.

She cupped Charlie’s silk-clad buttocks in her palms, lifting him higher against her belly. He heaved a deep groan into her mouth. Their hot breath mingled, sending a ripple of pleasure down into her yearning center. Her breasts ached with an unaccustomed ferocity that left her puzzled. What was Charlie doing to her that no man had done before? A simple caress left her breathless, panting for more. This once, she’d satisfy herself as she’d yearned to since her days of freedom had begun.

His fingers disentangled from her hair and he drew away. “I want you. Do you want me?”

Roxie felt certain he was asking, as a gentleman would, to ensure he wasn’t confusing her signals. She snorted, an affectation she’d learned from Eileen. “I crossed four lanes of heavy traffic and almost got killed in the process—do you really think it was because I thought you needed a cold drink?”

Charlie grunted but kept his hungry eyes focused on her face. Under his scrutiny she felt a feminine thrill ride through her.

“I didn’t think my comfort was preying on your mind.” He smiled good-naturedly. “More like you were hot for me.” A darting glance at her breasts, and he added, “Like I was for you, Roxie. Can I take you upstairs?”

She laughed flirtatiously. “Charles Vernon, I thought you’d never ask.”

He swept her into his arms and against his massive chest as if she were a rag doll and ran up the stairs from the foyer into a corridor with many closed doors. After that, Roxie closed her eyes. She’d vowed so many times since she’d escaped her prison that she wouldn’t become angry when she saw crystal chandeliers, ornate wood mouldings and expensive furniture. She’d concentrate on Charlie. Once their lovemaking was done, she’d slip away into the night. Repressing a chuckle, she amended,
As quietly as a woman can on a loud motorcycle.

If Charlie had hopped on behind her, she’d have driven into the mountains, made love to him on the blanket she’d brought, but she hadn’t counted on the urgency of fulfilling her desire. Neither had she figured in that he’d be a stuffed shirt when it came to trying something new. She’d seen the quickly concealed horror in his eyes when she’d ridden up. She loved the excitement of owning her own bike, of revving up the engine and slipping in and out behind slow-moving vehicles on the freeway.

She felt him kick a door open with the toe of his shoe and abruptly took in the scent of clean sheets, delicate flowers and Charlie’s lingering, musky scent.

“You can open your eyes now,” he whispered tenderly.

She batted her eyes open to find the room in half-light with a bed stand lamp at low power providing the only illumination. He sank to the bed, depositing her as he would have a crystal vase that might shatter with any sudden, uncalculated movements.

Roxie sank into the mattress on top of the cotton sheets. She suspected the bed had been made up to perfection earlier.

“I love the color of your eyes,” Charlie said, bending to brush each eyelid in turn with gossamer kisses. “As beautiful as a sparkling sapphire.” The rasp of her jacket’s zipper cleaved the ensuing silence in two.

Charlie was about to discover that she wore nothing underneath—only a pair of shell-pink, lace-edged panties. Earlier, as she showered, she’d planned to surprise him, and being bare was as good a way as any.

“You’re not so bad yourself,” she murmured, her heart beating erratically. The zipper was all the way down to her waist.

He unhooked it, and she saw him suck in a breath. His pupils dilated as his lips crooked in a smile. “You’re not wearing anything,” he whispered in awe.

Grinning, she swept the front of the leather apart and bared her breasts.

“Oh God,” was all she heard him say, then he leaned forward and said, “You can grab my ass any time,” and laved her erect nipple.

Roxie squirmed and did exactly as he’d suggested. She reached around him and clamped her palms to his ass cheeks, and squeezed for good measure.

“Easy there, honey,” came his garbled voice. “I can’t grow another.” He suckled her other nipple and trailed kisses to her navel.

It was her turn to moan as she stroked his backside. “Take your trousers off,” she muttered urgently, needing to feel his hard cock nestled against her thighs. Too late, she noted her use of the word “trousers”. Did working women use that name for a man’s pants?

“You were making good headway downstairs.” He chuckled, effortlessly hefted himself to his feet and shucked off his remaining clothes.

Unable to help herself, Roxie pulled herself to one side, leaned up on one elbow, and stared. The breath caught in her throat and refused to release. Charlie was every bit a man. His chest was lightly matted with fine, dark hair and his whole body was tanned. His abs were hard angles and planes. His waist was small and his rigid cock was the largest she’d ever seen. She’d suspected as much when she’d ground her hand against him earlier, but now she had tantalizing visual proof.

Quickly, before he could stop her, she pulled off her pants, revelling in the appreciation she saw in his gaze. Impossibly, his penis became wider and larger right before her eyes.
That’s all for me,
she thought in wonder.

“I want to slide my cock into your wet pussy,” he murmured, kneeling beside her. The mattress sagged to accommodate his weight and his musky scent wafted around her, drawing her into his sexual web. Idly, his index finger traced a circle on the outside of her upper thigh, tickling then mesmerizing her. He could do anything he wanted and she would be his…
But it can only be for this one night,
she reminded herself.

Honeyed juice trickled down between her legs. “I want that too.” Her invitation was like the wind whispering through new, early summer leaves. Keeping her eyes on his face, she scissored her legs apart and edged her finger to the wet pearl that must surely be glistening in the low light from the lamp. Her thighs trembled.

His hand clamped over her wrist so quickly that she hardly believed anyone could be so swift. “No,” he ground out. “Let me do that.” With gentle firmness, he settled her hand at her side. His gray eyes sparkled.

Feminine pleasure shot through Roxie again. She never would have guessed that morning that she’d be lying naked in a virile man’s bed that night.

He spread her legs wider, knelt between her legs and gazed for a long while between her thighs.

“What do you see?” she asked in a husky whisper, curious to know how he perceived her.

“I see a beautiful woman, her silken thighs wide apart to show off her clit and the pink folds of her labia. There is a point of moisture catching the light, beckoning to me.”

So he knew a great deal about women, Roxie told herself, not embarrassed in the least. She was in capable and practiced hands for the night. Which turned her on. Reaching out, she touched his upper arm and the hard muscles there.

“Roxie, you drive me crazy,” was all he said, as if he were being tortured senseless. His thumb idled along her skin at the juncture of her upper thigh and her mons. She shivered as heat seared through her, and her muscles tensed in heightened anticipation.

His arm muscles rippled as he slid into a prone position, his head between her legs. She stared up at the ceiling and waited for his tongue to dart into her pussy.
The ceiling must be nine feet high.
Charlie slipped a finger past her wet clit and into her weeping vagina. Roxie nearly shot off the bed, restraining herself by grabbing fistfuls of the sheet.

“Charlie!” she wailed, desperately searching for something to berate him with.

“Yes, my dear?” he asked, much too sweetly for her liking. He had the upper hand and he knew it.

“We should have gone into the mountains,” she muttered, keeping her voice low.

“To make love under the night sky, under the twinkling canopy of stars? Do you think I would be doing things differently?” His self-assurance mocked her. Then another finger slid into her channel. “I might be too big for you,” he said softly, his gray gaze assessing her.

“I thought you’d lick my clit,” she protested, not caring whether his penis was big or small.

“I’ll get to that, but for now I’m admiring your juices flowing from your cunt as I squeeze my fingers inside your channel.”

She sighed with rising need. “I love it when you talk dirty.” Roxie attempted to shift from one hip to the other to encourage Charlie to plunge his cock into her, but the movement didn’t work.

He clamped his hand onto her left thigh and stilled her. “Be patient, Roxie. I’ll get inside you when I think you’re ready.”

The patronizing attitude angered her. “For Pete’s sake, who would know better whether I’m ready, you or I?” she asked in frustration. She twisted her head from one side to the other and finally closed her eyes, willing herself to relax, to take things as they came. Charlie meant well, didn’t he? And his erection
was
rather huge.

“Trust me on this, Roxie. If I knew without a doubt you were ready, then I’d take you.”

Somehow, his voice was soothing and reassuring. Despite herself, Roxie calmed. His digits slipped out, one by one, then the moment she’d waited for arrived. She cried out as his tongue rasped against her hot clit. Her muscles clenched quickly and an orgasm tore through her. Her eyes shut tight. Stars of different magnitudes spun around in her head, yet Charlie continued to lave her clit with sure, firm strokes.

“No more,” she cried out, attempting to stop him, but he must have turned a deaf ear. His tongue went on with its ravaging madness. Her hips bucked and her spine bowed but he held tenaciously on, nipping at her pearl to heighten her pleasure.

Another orgasm rent through her, shattering what little equilibrium she had. She thought she heard ocean waves but they were much too far away. Perhaps they were in her head as a result of the intensity of her climax.

“Are you okay?” Charlie asked solicitously.

Thank goodness you’ve stopped eating my clit…but I want more!
Dazed, she nodded, and with great effort blinked her eyes open.

Charlie loomed above her, his gaze laced with concern. He inclined his head as if reassuring himself, then said, “
Now
you’re ready.”

Now she was ready? It’s all about control.

The thought evaporated into thin air as quickly as it had come. Charlie scooted up, trailing burning kisses from her navel to between her breasts. Her skin tingled with awareness. Was Charlie setting fire to every cell in her body? He pressed his hard erection against her wet channel and gave a low groan.

When he hefted himself above her with his elbows to either side of her, his ravenous gaze met hers. Roxie reached up and ran her fingertip along his lower lip. His tongue darted out and licked the appendage before he took her finger into his mouth and sucked on it.

“Don’t,” she murmured, focusing her gaze on him.

Dancing gray eyes stared back at her, giving her the impression that he was imprinting her face on his memory. He released her finger. Cool air enveloped the soft skin of the pad. “Don’t what?”

She pretended to shift under him, although his weight was fully on his elbows. “I—” Did she know what she wanted?

“You want me to stop turning you on even more and start thrusting inside you?” His lips curved in a small smile of amusement.

“Yes, that’s it.” Her mind must have become addled by his nearness, by the strength of his beautiful, naked body.

“Your wish is my command,” he responded lightly, reaching between them. His cool fingers parted her entrance, and slowly he began to ease into her slick passage.

Inch by inch, his big cock slipped into her, filling her so completely that she had to suck in a breath.