Page 25 of Wild Child
We finish up dinner without dessert, and I follow her to the room.
My back twinges when I see the bathtub. It still aches from the restless sleep I had last night, tossing and turning trying to get comfortable knowing Charlie was in the bed on the other side of the door.
Tonight after she brushes her teeth, Charlie closes the bathroom door behind her.
“I’m not letting you sleep in there tonight.”
She leans against the bathroom door and folds her arms. I stare at the five foot something woman with the determined look on her face.
How can I sleep next to her and not kiss her or touch her?
She holds a hand up to stop my protest.
“I’ll be asleep as soon as my head hits the pillow, Quentin, so I have no fear for my virtue.”
She’s right about that. I can see how tired she is.
The thought of another night in the tub makes my back twinge.
“Fine,” I say, too tired to argue. “But stay on your side of the bed.”
Her shoulders sag in relief, and she climbs into bed. I catch a glimpse of pale thigh which her t-shirt doesn’t quite cover.
My heart rate goes up a notch, and as I climb in next to her, I wonder if this is a bad mistake.
But true to her word, Charlie rolls over to face the wall, and with her back to me her breathing deepens.
In moments she’s fast asleep and I’m left staring at the ceiling with a massive boner too frightened to move in case I accidentally touch her and can’t stop.
I wake to a warm body pressing into mine. Soft skin molds against my leg, and the scent of feminine perfume permeates my senses.
My dick lengthens before I know where I am.
Charlie’s pressed against me; no, I’m pressed against her. My arm is thrown over her and her leg is draped over my thigh. Somehow in the night we gravitated toward each other and our limbs tangled.
I lie still, listening to her breathe. She’s so close her every breath tickles my cheek. My dick stirs to life. It feels so right to have her in my arms.
But I said I wouldn’t touch her.
I move my arm, trying to extract myself. Her breathing changes, and her eyes flicker open.
I freeze. The only light is the green glow from the alarm clock by the bed.
She’s not wearing any makeup, and her eyes are dark pools. We stare at each other for a long moment. My heart hammers against my ribcage, and I should back off but I can’t.
She looks vulnerable without her makeup. Raw and real. It’s a gift to see her like this. The real Charlie.
She smiles faintly, and my eyes dart to her full lips only an inch from mine. Before I can stop myself, I lean into her. My lips brush against hers, and a zing of electricity sparks between us.
My eyes flick back to hers, and they’re wide with anticipation. She’s staring at me intently, like she can see into my very soul.
I kiss her again and this time she responds, her mouth moving against mine. Our bodies slide together, and the kiss deepens. I pull her toward me, needing to feel all of her, and she gasps when my hardness brushes against her belly.
My body aches for Charlie, and once I start kissing her, I can’t stop. Her body is soft against my hardness. Her lips taste sweet and youthful against my dry ones.
Suddenly, I can’t get enough of her. I grip her hips and pull her to me. It’s been too long since I held a woman, and I’ve never wanted one as much as I want Charlie.
She moans, and the little sound makes my dick lengthen with need and longing.
