Page 120 of Business Casual
It makes me feel desperate. Itchy to have as much of her as possible as quickly as I can. I slide one hand up her back and fist it in her hair. “How do you need me tonight?”
She nudges her nose with mine, tipping my face up to hers where she’s balanced above me. She kisses me carefully, then sinks her teeth into my bottom lip. I groan.
“You’re always giving me what I want. How about you take what you want instead,” she mutters against my mouth. Her kiss slips into something wet and deep. Slow and savoring. She pulls back with a hum and thumbs at the edge of my mouth. “For once.”
“Yeah?” I’m usually content to follow wherever Nova leads, but there’s a big part of me that desperately wants control. I want to make her remember me, stretch this time together a little more.
“Yeah,” she whispers back. She bites at the slope of my jaw and then leans back, arms draped over my shoulders. She grins at me. “I want you to tell me whatyouwant, Charlie boy.”
I smile so wide my cheeks hurt. I untangle my hand from her hair and twist it in the butter-soft material of her tank top, tugging it over her head. I throw it in the direction of the living room, and she laughs, bright in the dark of her hallway. I bury my face between her tits, right against my favorite flower.
“I want your clothes off,” I rumble into the deep, red petals.
“I can see that.”
“And I want to take you upstairs.”
I start moving, my hands holding her steady against me. Her nails scratch through my hair and her lips ghost across my forehead, mymouth busy licking the line of her flower stem. I trail a meandering path to her nipple and catch it with my teeth. Her back arches. I suck hard and she gasps my name.
“Do you want to fuck me on the staircase?” she asks, all breathy and sweet.
Promising, but…“No. I want the bed.”
“That’s fine. That’s good,” she babbles, and I reward her with another nip of my teeth as I carry her down the hallway. I’m tempted to press her against the wall, slip my hand into her pants and feel how much she needs me, but I want her bare skin against her blankets. I want to take my time.
I drop her in the middle of her unmade bed, hair half in her face as she laughs and rolls. She holds out her hands for me and that feeling in my chest spreads everywhere else. I still can’t believe I get to have her like this, that she wants me like this.
I ignore her hands and slip my fingers beneath the waistband of her sweatpants. I tug them off with two quick jerks, surprised when I don’t find a stitch of her fancy underwear beneath. No lace. No ribbons. Just Nova and all that pretty ink.
“You ripped three pairs last week,” she explains with a grumble. “I’m going to need to go shopping.”
I laugh and thumb at the flare of her hips. “You tell me this now? When I’m about to leave?” I drop down and press a quick kiss right above her belly button. “I want to go shopping with you.”
She shrugs. “I can send pictures.”
I slip my hand around the back of her neck and tug her to me. “You better.”
I kiss her with everything that’s pressing heavy at my lungs, twisting around and around in my chest. I hold her steady and lick into her mouth, tasting the edge of her moan. I plant one knee on the bed, and her palms find my chest, pressing me back with a laugh.
“Take off your pants,” she orders, bossy even when she’s handed me control. I thumb at her chin and drift it down the line of her throatto the flower between her tits. I cup her breast with a squeeze, and her eyes slip to half-mast.
“Charlie,” she whines.
I drag my thumb over her nipple, back and forth. “What?”
“You’re teasing,” she says.
“Maybe. You said I could have whatever I want.”
“That’s not exactly what I said.”
I pinch her nipple, and she drops her head to the side, blond hair cascading over her shoulder like a river of gold.
“Charlie,” she says again, a gasp in her voice.
“What?”
Her hand slips between her thighs and my mouth goes dry. I watch her hand move, inked fingers playing over soft skin. I can hear how wet she is. How much she needs me where her fingers are.
