Page 99 of Off the Mark
Her head fell back, and I closed my teeth around the spot where her neck met her shoulder. Fucked her so furiously I wondered if we’d fall through the damn wall, but I didn’t care. Charlie was all that mattered.
“I’m…Rowan…you’re gonna make me come again.” She grabbed my ass again, rolling her hips. “Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t…”
“Never,” I repeated.
We moved together in a fast, dirty grind—gripping, biting, scratching along our fevered skin. The second she started to flutter around me, I slipped my hand between us and found her clit. I circled it roughly. Her legs jerked against my hips. A drop of sweat rolled down the side of her neck, and I licked it up.
“That’s it, you’re so close,” I whispered, lips brushing across her skin. “I canfeel you, Charlie. Let go and take me with you.”
She dropped her head to my shoulder and wailed through another climax. I fucked her even faster, almost erratic, and a few seconds later an orgasm detonated, tearing through my body so intensely I got light-headed. I could only ground out her name like a prayer, my cock still inside of her, the pleasure subsiding with each final thrust.
We clung to each other on the counter for the first few seconds after. Our ragged breathing stayed in sync as it slowed. I gently cupped her cheeks so I could kiss her temple, the crown of her hair, her neck. Her hands stroked soft patterns up my spine, and then she was kissing the top of my slightly tender shoulders.
“Did I hurt you here?” she asked, brows pinched.
“Not at all. I would have told you if it did, I promise. I’ve been dreaming about you bossing me around with these damn boots on from the first moment I saw them.” I nudged our noses together and whispered, “You can step on me whenever you’d like, Charlie Maddox.”
She bit her lip with a smile. She was all teeth and freckles, her eyes beautiful beneath her messy hair.
“Yes, sir,” she said, cheeky.
“Yes,ma’am,” I shot back, nipping at her neck while she laughed. I gathered her in my arms, both of us naked in the middle of my kitchen, and my first coherent thought wasCharlie Maddox is adorable.
“I want to take you to bed, gorgeous. Again. And I want to do it by heroically carrying you up the stairs in my arms.”
“Well, that’s a unique list of wants.”
“Didn’t think you’d appreciate getting tossed over a shoulder and carried off to a mystery location without your permission,” I said.
“Usually not, but foryou?” She tilted her head and my heart tilted with it. “I’ll make an exception.”
I rubbed my hands together and winked. “Prepare yourself for heroism.”
Her eyes darted to my injured shoulder. “Will it hurt?”
“A little,” I admitted. “But sometimes I’m okay with a little bit of pain if the reward is worth it.” I leaned in, stole a kiss. “You’re the reward.”
Charlie nodded with red cheeks and looped an arm around my neck. When I scooped her up against my chest, warmth exploded through my entire nervous system. And expanded when she let her head rest against me.
“It’s rather brave of you to be standing, let alone walking, after what happened between us in that kitchen of yours,” she said.
I climbed the stairs, careful of her boots. “Thank you for noticing my courage.”
She huffed out a short laugh.
I kissed the top of her head and said, “Are you okay, though?”
“Better than okay, Rowan. I can’t even feel my toes.”
We reached my bedroom. I walked her over to my king-sized bed, propping my knee up so I could drop her down gently. Then I reared back and began unlacing her boots for her. She watched, propped up on her elbows with a haughty grin.
“At your service, remember?” I drawled. Anything to help me from falling into a trance state at the sight of Charlie in my bed. Naked and sinuous and wearing an expression of sleepy satisfaction.
“Yes, sir,” she teased. Though her breathing hitched when I dropped her shoes to the floor and prowled up her prone body. I lowered myself on top of her, skin to skin, and experienced a sharp jolt of lust twined with affection. The jolt deepened when her legs wrapped around my back and every part of us was bare and free.
“Areyouokay?” she asked breathlessly, tilting her neck as I explored that sweet curve with my mouth. My tongue. Lazily, taking my time.
“I also can’t feel my toes,” I murmured. I blew a cool breath under her ear, and she shivered, giggling. “And my brain is having a hard time catching up to the fact that this is real.”
