Page 21 of Floored (Frenched 3)
Slowly I pushed myself up and turned around, breathing hard through my mouth.
Charlie was back against the counter again, looking, for the first time, a little unsure of himself.
“Well.” I sucked my lips between my teeth. “That was…unexpected.”
“Yeah. It was.”
But now it was awkward. So awkward. What should I do? Thank him? Offer to return the favor? Ask if he was still in the mood? I looked at his crotch, and the outline of his erection strained impressively through his jeans.
Oh dear, he saw me. He saw me looking at his dick. Now what?
He cleared his throat. “Well, I should go.”
“No! I mean, don’t go yet. Um, are you…” I swallowed. “Horny? I mean, hungry?” I squeezed my eyes shut for a second. Dammit, focus!
“Hungry?”
“Yes, I could make you a sandwich or something.” For a moment, I had this insane little fantasy of Charlie and I eating sandwiches, then cuddling up on my couch to watch a movie.
Then maybe he’d tell me not to let him fuck me.
And I would not let him fuck me. I would not let him fuck me so hard…
“No, that’s OK. I should get going.”
“Oh.” I was disappointed, and yet also relieved. This was ridiculous—Charlie Dwyer was not boyfriend material. I didn’t even like him.
Much.
Spying his keys on the counter near the door, he walked over and scooped them up with the same hand that had been down my pants not five minutes ago. Holy crap. Had that really happened? It didn’t seem real now.
Charlie saw me staring at his fingers. “Listen, Erin…I’m sorry about—what just happened.”
I blinked at him. He was apologizing for getting me off? Oh God, now this was even more awkward.
“I got a little out of control, a little demanding. Sometimes I—sometimes that happens when I’m…really turned on.”
“You were really turned on?”
The slow, sexy smile overtook his mouth. If my panties hadn’t already melted, they’d be melting now. “Yes. Believe it or not, you really turned me on.”
I crossed my arms. Only Charlie could take me from aroused to annoyed in five seconds flat. “What does that mean, ‘Believe it or not’? Why wouldn’t I turn you on? Because I’m too sweet to be sexy?”
He laughed. He laughed at me. “Red, you’re not that sweet.” While I fumed, he opened the door and walked halfway through it before turning around again. “Thanks for the beer. Don’t forget to lock your door in case I change my mind about…that sandwich.”
I bared my teeth. “Get the hell out, Charlie Dwyer. And don’t come back.”
Laughing, he ducked all the way out the door and disappeared into the driving rain.
In a daze, I sank into a chair at the island, staring at the spot where he’d been so rough with me, treating me like a little doll at his whim. What would have happened if the power hadn’t come back on? I shivered. Would he have fucked me right there on the counter? On the floor? Would we have made it to my bedroom?
He’d apologized for getting demanding, out of control. But actually, I was the one without control. He’d had it all. And yet, he’d given me exactly what I secretly wanted. How had he known what I wanted?
Fucking Charlie Dwyer had the spark.
How infuriating.
I didn’t see or hear from Charlie for almost a month. Was I disappointed? Maybe. But it wasn’t like I didn’t have his number. He’d left it for me on his card, which I’d stuck in my nightstand drawer in case I heard anything go bump in the night. But nothing (and nobody) was bumping in the night at my house, and I couldn’t really think of another reason to contact him, at least not one that preserved my dignity.
