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Charlene’s hips bucked uncontrollably, her body cleaving up off the bed as stars danced behind her eyes.Her body was captive to sensation, and she didn't care if it never stopped.His tongue continued to swirl over her sensitive nub as she floated slowly back down from the intense pleasure.
But she knew there was more to come.There had to be, because she wasn't done with him yet.
Chapter Fourteen
Drew'scockthrobbed.Allhe wanted was to be inside Charlie, to feel her wrapped around him as he pushed them both over the edge once more—but she was not well.He'd given her an orgasm—one of his best—in the hopes she might allow him to slip away.She needed to rest.To recover.
Easing slowly off the bed, Charlene shot up and grabbed his arm.“Where are you going?”
A lock of his hair flopped over his face.He really must ask Polly to trim it now he'd returned home.“Isn’t it obvious?I'm leaving you to rest.”
“And I told you, I shall come find you and I shall crawl into bed with you.I'm not letting you leave when I can clearly see you have needs to be met.”Charlene looked down between his legs to where his erection bobbed, somewhat obscured by shadows.
Drew wanted to groan as he imagined her wriggling against him in whatever bed he found to rest on.She was so damned determined.And really, why was he fighting this so hard?He’d bedded her before, after all.Since when had he not freely and happily taken what a woman offered?“Very well.But you will lay there and not try to wrest control.”
She grinned.“I promise not to try to take control.”
Trying not to notice she had not agreed to lie there, he supposed he would take whatever concession he could win.He was hardly in a position to negotiate, not with this need aching in his balls.
Drew crawled up her legs and started dropping kisses along her stomach as Charlene lay back.The soft roundness of her belly was beautiful.Before he could control it, the image of her rounded with his child popped into his head.
Ruthlessly, he pushed the idea aside.That was not in the cards for them.It was not in the cards forhim.He had a company to build, there was no time for a family.Not now when he was about to expand his shipping routes and he was looking at acquiring another ship.Perhaps later, when all was better established.
As he made his way higher, Drew nipped each of her nipples before settling his hips between her thighs.God, this felt so right.He dragged the head of his cock along her soaked seam, allowing the head to rub over her swollen clit.Charlene moaned softly and tipped her hips up a bit.She responded so sweetly to his touch.Just like last night, she reveled in their pleasure.
This was something he looked for in his bed partners, something he had hoped to find one day in his wife.
He couldn’t think of that.Instead, he continued to stroke his tip between the lips of her pussy, gathering her wetness to ease his way inside her.As her breathing shifted to shorter, panting breaths, Drew aligned himself with her entrance and pushed his tip inside.Her heat engulfed him, and he shook with the desire to drive deep inside her in one firm stroke.But she was still new to lovemaking, still so bloody tight.He didn't want to hurt her.
“More, Drew.”Charlene’s demand came out breathy, perhaps a little roughened by desire.
He pressed deeper then paused.This strange bout of chivalry was going to fucking kill him.His body trembled, his muscles screaming at him to get on with it.But he waited anyway.She'd been through enough.She didn't need him rutting on her like a mindless beast.
“More,” Charlene demanded and brought her knees up by his hips, causing him to sink deeper despite his best intentions.“Yes!”
Her cry of triumph nearly undid him.This was all so very strange—this unaccountable need to protect her, and yet the need to sink into her and lose himself within her.
Drew pushed in the rest of the way, falling all the way to his base inside her.She was warm and wet and her body squeezed him in the most wonderful way.“Are you ready, Charlie?”
Her mouth flopped open in astonishment.“If you don't start moving your hips, Andrew Wentworth, I shall not be accountable for my failure to keep my promise of not taking over.”
He chuckled.“Fair enough.”He drew his hips back before reversing direction and sliding inside of her.
He did it again, still pacing himself to be sure he didn't hurt her, working in and out of her body's grip at a steady, if slow, pace until she tapped his arse with her heels.
“Faster, Drew!Harder!”
And despite the whirl of insanely protective thoughts, Drew did as she demanded.He shuttled in and out of her body, slapping their pelvises together with each thrust into her heat.Good God, she was a wanton baggage, and he loved it.
Charlene moaned and urged him on as his thrusts grew stronger and faster.The tingling in his balls started, and he knew he needed to ensure she came before him.He continued working in and out of her—the tingling coalescing into a brighter ball of sensation at his tailbone.
“Come for me, Charlie!”Drew demanded as he pushed up to balance on one arm so he could wedge a hand between them and stroke over her clit.She needed him.She couldn’t come without him.
“Yes!”she cried out as she worked her hips to maximize the contact with his finger.
She was close.He could see it in the flush on her cheeks and the frantic movement of her hips.
“More!”Charlene cried out.
