Page 30 of Rival Hearts
That was a problem. I’d been a lot of things in my life, but out of control wasn’t one of them.
Besides, she wasn’t available. Not to me, anyway. She wasn’t just Gabe’s sister, she was the activist directly opposed to what I was doing, and she was…
Stunning.
Fuck.
When I got home, I was riled up. My skin was on fire, my cock a thick ridge in my pants, and I was hot and bothered. I couldn’t get her out of my mind—Charlotte and the night we’d spent together.
Perfect.
Pure poetry, the way our bodies had moved together.
When she’d looked at me, she hadn’t seen the name, the money, the reputation, and the gilded future she could have with me the way everyone else did.
She’d seenme. How many people really saw me?
I sat down on the couch with a tumbler of whiskey and my laptop. Work never stopped, so neither did I. There was always something to do, someone to woo or appease, money to make.
It was hard to focus on work, though. Charlotte was front and center in my mind. The way her lips moved when she talked. The way I could get lost in her eyes or tangle my fingers in her honey-blonde hair.
I groaned and pushed my laptop aside. My body was strung; I was on edge, wired. When I felt like this, I usually went out to find someone to get underneath me so that I could get rid of it.
That wasn’t going to cut it. I didn’twantanyone else.
I wanted Charlotte.
Going to find a place to rest my dick today wouldn’t be remotely satisfying, and it would just come with the added baggage of telling whoever I’d found thatno, this wasn’t a long-term arrangement, yes, I was sure, no, I didn’t want a number or a repeat session or a date to see if they could change my mind.
I tugged my zipper down and palmed my thick flesh. I was hot and hard and I would just have to deal with this shit by myself tonight.
My windows were full-length and overlooked the ocean, but they were privacy windows, and even if someone could see all the way up here to the penthouse, no one would see me come undone over a woman who got me hot and feverish even when she wasn’t around.
I stroked myself, thinking about how much I would love to fuck her again.
When I’d seen her on the beach today, got lost in her eyes… she’d been so shy and so vehement at the same time. Two sides of the same coin.
My cock was a beast, pulsing in my hand, and I groaned as I jerked off to the thought of her voice. I wanted her to press her lips against my ear and whisper dirty things to me.
I wanted to have her right here, naked, on top of me right now.
A woman I shouldn’t be thinking about at all.
The only woman I had ever met who could get under my skin.
I could picture her perfectly, hear the sound of her breath hitching in her throat, feel the clench of her pussy around my dick.
I could still taste her, her scent, and her flavor in my nostrils. Her tight heat clenched around me, and the way her breath caught every time I entered her.
She had been everything.
Her breasts had been so perfect, her nipples like ripe berries, and her pussy was so slick and ready for me, and the way her lips looked, parted when she gasped with pleasure…
I stroked faster and groaned as the pressure built, as my balls tightened. I pumped harder and harder, gritting my teeth.
She’d been so wet for me, and she’d wanted me just as much as I wanted her.
I stroked my hard cock with the images of her writhing underneath me, her breasts heaving, her mouth open and moaning my name.
