Page 121 of Business Casual
“Okay, I was teasing you,” I tell her, swallowing hard as her hand moves faster. “I don’t want to tease anymore.”
“Good,” she breathes, eyes closed, hips chasing her touch. “Take off your pants.”
I undo my belt buckle and shrug off my unbuttoned shirt. She slows the movement of her hand between her thighs and watches me with hungry eyes, her tongue at the corner of her mouth. She’s so damn beautiful, hidden pockets of ink accentuating every curve. The flex and release of her arm as she makes herself feel good. I want to sink my teeth into her and make my own marks. Press bruises right next to the garden on her thigh and the galaxy at her hip.
I step out of my pants and kick them to a corner of her room, then curl my hands beneath her knees. I tug her flat to the very edge of the bed, a garbled squeak leaving her mouth when she goes tumbling backward.
I grab her wrist and suck her fingers into my mouth while I fumble through her nightstand for a condom. She tastes like smoke and sex and all my favorite things. My hands shake as I roll it on, thoroughly done with waiting.
“Tell me what you want,” she says, shifting beneath me. “Tell me, Charlie.”
“I want—” My cock nudges between her legs and all the air in my lungs rattles out of me. “I want you to feel me for days after I leave,” I tell her, pressing her wrist over her head and holding her there. My body is trembling with the need to have her, hold her, possess her, keep her. I’m afraid I’ll never get enough.
My other hand finds her throat, and I hold her still, fingers gentle against that fluttering, thrumming pulse. I trace up and down once with my thumb. “I want you to think about me every time you move.”
Her eyes flash in the dark of her bedroom. “Yes,” she breathes.
“I want you to take everything I give you.”
“Yes,” she says again, arching her back, hugging my sides with her knees. I press into her, and we both make deep sounds of agonized appreciation, her hips already moving against me, trying to ride me from below. My hand on her neck squeezes in warning. She stills her body and blinks up at me.
I pull from her slowly before I thrust back in hard.
The bedframe shakes beneath us.
“I want to watch you fall apart.” I release her throat to put my face there instead, sucking a hard kiss where my thumb just was. I want this to never end. I want to stay in this bed with her forever. I want to press myself into her skin like one of her tattoos. I want so much and there’s not enough time for all of it. “I want you, Nova girl. Over and over again.”
Her hand curls around my jaw. She guides my mouth to hers.
“Take everything,” she says with a smile. My favorite one. “It’s already yours.”
?I wake upto Nova perched on my lap, watching me like a little creep.
Everything is shadowed in blues and grays, Nova a brushstroke of golden sunlight spilling out overtop of me. She has all the blanketswrapped around her like a complicated wardrobe choice while I lie stark naked in the middle of the bed without a single sheet. I think it’s the first time she’s given me more than two inches at the very edge.
Progress.
I yawn and stretch my body beneath hers. Something in my ankle pops, and Nova shifts in her blankets, trying to accommodate the movement. But I don’t want her to accommodate anything. I fist my hand in the front of her toga and tug, unhappy with the space between us. She collapses back on top of me with a snort, and I arrange her until her head is nestled under my chin. I curl one arm around her back and let my eyes slip shut again.
Better.
“What time is it?” I mumble.
“Your alarm went off ten minutes ago,” she says into my neck. I drag my fingers through her messy hair, and her body relaxes on top of mine. “I was trying to figure out how to wake you up.”
“Could have let my alarm go off again.”
“Because that worked so well the first time.”
I slide my hand over her bundle and pat in the approximate location of her ass. “It’s okay, Nova girl. You can admit you were watching me sleep.”
“Watching you snore,” she corrects.
“I understand. It’s hard to look away.”
“From the drool, yes.” She wiggles around on top of me until she can tip her face to mine. I trace my fingertips over her forehead and down the slope of her nose. I’ll have to get on the road soon. I’m afraid if I wait any longer, I’ll stay clinging to the edge of Nova’s bed for the rest of forever, waiting for her to share some of her damn sheets.
“You keep doing that,” she says quietly.
