Page 65 of One Kind Hand

“You are a work of art, Austin.” Her voice was raspy with need as she trailed a light fingertip along his chest and down over his abs.

“Your turn,” he whispered before nipping at the curve of her neck. He summoned all his strength not to rip her clothes off himself. Instead, he sat on the couch where she had been, only he didn’t cross his legs. He wanted her to see every inch that was waiting for her.

Slowly, she ran her hands over her hips, up her ribs, and over her breasts, making Austin’s fingers itch to do the same. She raised her arms above her head and did a seductive roll to the music as she trailed her hands back down her body. Austin almost came from watching her move.

Charlie’s fingers curled around the hem of her dress and she slid the fabric up her thighs so slowly the anticipation threatened to kill Austin. When she reached the apex of her thighs, a scrap of hot pink lace flashed and though Austin had touched her underwear while pleasuring her in the limo, something about actually seeing it now stole his breath.

She kept inching that dress up, up, up until the toned stretch of her abs was revealed. He was even more delighted to discover she wasn’t wearing a bra. Nothing but flawless, bare flesh as she peeled the dress completely off. She skated her hands down her curves, hooking her fingers into the waistband of her underwear then scraping them down her long, shapely legs. She stepped free of them then treated him to some sexy-as-hell gyrating that melted his brain.

“Speaking of works of art . . .” He stood, not able to have any distance between them any longer. With a quick snap of his arm, he reeled her in, loving how her heated flesh felt pressed against his. “Finally.”

“Not that I want time to go by fast when I’m with you,” Charlie said as she hooked her hands on his shoulders, “but it did take forever to get to this part.”

Austin slid his arms down, grabbing her at the backs of her thighs and hoisting her up so her legs wrapped around his waist. He captured her mouth and the moment their lips met, pure fire burned in his veins. Pausing at the wall before the hallway, he pressed her against it so he could bring his hands up to cup her face and deepen the kiss.

Her legs tightened around his middle and the strength she displayed heightened his desire. The kiss turned wild as if neither of them could quite get enough. Charlie’s fingernails raked along his scalp and he growled into her mouth, their tongues stroking to near eruption.

Wrapping his arms around her again, he carried her down the hallway. When she slid down his front and landed on the bed, she turned around to get on all fours, presenting her exquisite ass. She arched deeper so her core was visible to him.

“I need you, Austin. Right. Now.” Charlie lowered to her forearms, giving him a clear target of where she needed him.

With all the haste in the world, Austin sheathed himself with a condom then came up behind her, taking time to run his palms over her smooth, sweet behind. Leaning over her, he pressed open-mouthed kisses to her spine as he rubbed his dick along her slick center. The heat coming from her was inferno level, but he didn’t give a shit if she absolutely barbecued him. He needed in that heat like he needed his next breath.

Slowly, he pushed into her folds. When he was deep inside her, he took a moment to enjoy the sweet press of her ass cheeks against him. He palmed her breasts, kneading them as he moved in and out of her. He kissed anything he could reach, loving when Charlie chanted his name over and over again.

They moved together until neither of them could take the friction. Charlie’s core spasmed around him, her body shaking in his hold.

“I’ve got you,” he whispered before losing himself in her hot depths. They crested together, rode the wave, crashed to the shore, gasped for air.

Charlie clamped her hand onto his arm still around her as if she needed something to hold onto. Her other arm gave way and she landed on the mattress, taking him with her as slight quakes still rippled along his cock inside her.

He kissed the back of her neck. “Way better than Styx Cake.”

She wiggled in his hold. “I barely remember that cake now.”

“As was my intent.” He kissed her shoulder blade then eased out of her, making them both suck in a breath and release it on a sigh. “Be right back.” He quickly discarded the condom then came back to find she hadn’t moved an inch. He climbed back on the bed and gathered her in his arms.

Charlie rotated in his hold, resting a hand on his cheek when she’d turned all the way to face him. She pressed her lips to his. “Thank you for an insanely wonderful night.”

“Even though I wouldn’t strip to 80s pop music?”

She ran her thumb along his bottom lip. “There’s always next time.”

He loved that she was thinking about a next time with him. “Maybe you could take me to Maplehaven for our next date?”

“It doesn’t have posh restaurants or sexy dance clubs.” She traced a circle on his chest with her index finger.

He caught her finger and waited for her to meet his gaze. “I only care that it will have you, Charlie.”

“You should thank whoever writes your dating scripts because those lines are spot on.”

“Those are all Austin Rayhill originals, composed just for you.”

“In that case, Maplehaven it is. I have some ideas.” She tapped her temple and he enjoyed the devilish glint in her eyes.

“Great. When?” He didn’t care how eager or desperate he sounded. He wasn’t embarrassed by how fast he’d become addicted to Charlie.

“Am I loser if I say tomorrow?”