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A growl emanates from him. “Don’t keep tempting me. You have no idea how much control I’ve had to develop over the years to not pursue you, to not let myself have you.”

Fuck, his words. I whimper. “You can have me.”

“You don’t understand. Once I unleash this control, there’s no going back for me. I won’t be able to stop.”

I decide enough is enough and I reach between us and untie my robe, letting it fall open. Actions speak louder than words, and all that. Hands shaking ever so slightly, I reach up to my shoulders and push the material down until it slips off of me, pooling at my feet.

Charlie drops his gaze from my face and slowly peruses my body, his eyes widening when he gets to my center. He fixes his heated gaze there.

His voice is low and gravelly when he says, “Your pussy is bare.” Then flits his eyes up to mine. “Who’s that for?”

“You. I started doing it last month thinking of you.”

And his restraint breaks as his mouth crashes into mine.

CHAPTER29

CHARLIE

I’m fucking done for. Emily Flynn has broken any control I had left. Her mouth is warm and willing as I make it mine. A need to possess the lush sweetness of her sexy lips overwhelms me, and I don’t even try to be gentle. I can’t. Nor does she seem to want that, as she’s got both hands in my hair, tugging to draw me closer. She bites down on my lower lip, and it fucking makes my cock twitch with need. I groan in her demanding little mouth as I deepen the kiss.

We go on like this forever, seemingly unable to get enough of each other. But eventually, our pace slows, growing less frantic as our tongues entwine in a sensual dance. God, the taste of her. I could do this for every minute between now and the moment I die. Emily’s soft whimpers are such a turn-on. I’m surprised I don’t come just from kissing her.

While I keep one hand wrapped in her hair, I allow the other to explore, moving lower until my thumb brushes the edge of her breast. Her response spurs me on as she nudges her groin into mine. I fondle one of her hard nipples as I slowly trail my kisses from her mouth down to her chest.

“So fucking perfect,” I whisper. I draw one beaded nipple into my mouth while I hold her other breast in my hand. She cries out when I bite down just hard enough to straddle the line between intense pleasure and mild pain.

“Harder. Bite harder,” she begs.

I swirl my tongue around her flesh, teasing her before I bite down again, with a little more pressure this time, and her ensuing moans are my reward. Her body writhes under my mouth and my cock grows even more rock hard for her.

I’ve wanted Emily for the better part of a decade, dreaming of what this would be like, but never thinking I would get the chance to know. It’s so much better than anything I could have imagined. And I’m going to take my damn time and wipe out any inkling in her pretty mind that I don’t want her. She’ll have no doubts by the time I’m through.

I pull back from her and her eyes momentarily fill with panic, as if she actually believes I could walk away from her after starting this. She watches as I pull my shirt over my head, then push my shorts and boxers down my legs before I step out of them. I take her hand in mine, and I lead her to the shower I built for her. The shower I’ve fantasized about fucking her in. I only take my eyes off of her long enough to turn the water on and reach around to the counter to grab her shampoo from the vanity, then a washcloth from the shelves next to the shower.

“Get in and face the shower head.”

She doesn’t hesitate, and my dick throbs at her willingness to trust me. I watch as the water runs down her gorgeous back in thin rivulets, mesmerized as the streams trace the curve of her perfectly rounded ass.

When her hair is wet enough, I put shampoo in the palm of my hand and spend the next five minutes working it through her long locks. Her moans are so damn erotic it sounds like she’s orgasming. If this is how she sounds now, I can’t wait to hear her when she comes.

After I rinse her hair, I grip her shoulders lightly, turning her to face me, then I step back under the second shower head. I hand her the body wash to use while I quickly wash my hair and beard, so I miss as little of the show as possible while she rubs the washcloth over her delicious body.

“Don’t wash that pretty pussy. That’s mine to take care of.” Her eyes flit up to mine and flare with desire. I grin at her and her cheeks blush.

I grab the bodywash and quickly clean my body. When I’m done rinsing, I step to her and back her up against the tile, then squirt bodywash into my palm before slipping my hand between her legs.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” I tell her as my fingers glide over her smooth skin. I take care cleaning her, then use the washcloth to squeeze warm water over her to rinse the soap away.

“Jesus, Charlie,” she pants. “Everything you do feels so fucking good.”

“Yeah? How about this?” I slide a finger into her hot pussy and use a finger from my other hand to caress her clit. “Does this feel good, baby?”

“God, yes,” she pants. “So fucking good. Please don’t stop.”

“Oh, I’m not stopping. Believe me. I’ve been dreaming of this for far too long to quit now.”

She reaches out to touch me and I stop her with my words. “Not yet, Emily. Palms against the wall. This is about getting you off. We’ve got all night to explore after that.”

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