Page 98 of Off the Mark
“Really?” she panted. “Because I was thinking you could fuck me on this counter.”
My eyes closed, mouth open on her skin. Which became teeth—a nip, a bite. Then I was kissing her thighs like a starving man. “I’m hangin’ by a thread here, gorgeous. I won’t last.”
She pinched my chin and tipped my face up to look up at hers. “After last call, I used to fantasize about you hauling me up on the bar counter, just like I am now. Taking me, just like I am now. Hard and fast, like we were about to get caught.”
“Charlie,” I growled softly. “I would have. You have to know I would have.”
“I know.” She brushed a strand of hair from my forehead, and her green eyes softened in a way I’d never seen before. A way that made me want to say a bunch of things about what I was feeling in that moment—falling for a fake girlfriend I never had to pretend to be obsessed with.
“But I’m here now, Rowan.Take me.”
I kissed her furiously then, fusing our lips together as I pushed to stand. She sighed into the kiss, clinging to me, making me feel as powerful as the nights I spent on the pitcher’s mound. This time there was no audience, no cheering crowds, no team relying on my throwing arm to be perfect.
The power was there though, an electrifying surge racing through my limbs.
I cursed under my breath at the sight of Charlie perched naked on my counter, her skin rosy and flushed. I shot her a questioning look, like she was gonna wink and disappear. Nothing but a fever dream sent to ruin me.
She grabbed the top of my jeans and dragged me back between her legs. With one finger hooked into my waistband, she said, “May I?”
I swallowed roughly. “Take me, Maddox,” I echoed.
Charlie unhooked my jeans and shoved them off with a look of pure feline sensuality. Down came my black briefs, and then her fingers were wrapped around the base of my cock and my vision dimmed.
She worked her hand along my length and glanced down.
“Damn, Rowan,” she said, eyes widening. I was already so gone I couldn’t boast, couldn’t flirt, couldn’t do anything except bury my face in the side of her neck and kiss a hot path up to her ear.
“Please don’t ever stop touching me,” I whispered.
She moaned, and my hips punched forward, my whole body seeking friction now. She kept stroking me slowly, learning the shape of my cock, what I liked. I pressed our foreheads together so we could both watch. And maybe I was gonna come right there, like this.
Then she pushed me back a step and dropped to her knees on the floor. She pulled the rest of my clothing down and sent me a sexy smile, full of mischief.
“I need a taste, Rowan,” she murmured. “Just for a minute. You’re too beautiful not to.”
I blinked, too dazed to understand what was happening. Until she took my cock between her lips, and the world stopped. I wasn’t sure who groaned louder—me or Charlie—but the wet heat of her mouth felt so fucking good my head fell back.
“Holy fucking hell, Charlie,” I said through clenched teeth. “Are you trying to kill me?”
Her hum of amusement vibrated through my cock. Had me spearing my fingers into her braid, now falling out in tangles around her face. I flexed forward. She moaned again, took me deeper. Her hands grabbed at my ass, and her nails bit into my skin. I slapped my hand against the counter and gasped her name, over and over. Everything was frantic—our clothes strewn across the floor, our skin slick with sweat, the desperate sounds we made together.
“Up. You have to get up,” I commanded. Her eyes were glazed over, lips red and wet. “I need to fuck you. Now.”
She half-pushed to stand, but I was too impatient. I scooped her up again and practically threw her back on the counter, pushing her knees wide and stepping between them. Charlie reached for me, our mouths sloppy now, our breathing too rapid.
I fished a condom from my jeans, tore open the package and rolled it on with trembling fingers, and pressed the tip of my cock to her pussy. Everything balanced on this, a sliver of a moment.
“Yes?” I asked.
“Please,” was her gasped reply. I grabbed her hips, steadied myself, and pushed inside of her. Covered her mouth with my palm as she criedyes, god, yes. Her heat enveloped me, the clenching pressure washing all the way to my toes.
Charlie had asked for a quick, rough fuck against a counter, and I was grateful she had—weeks of tension, weeks of flirting, weeks of dark lust and feral urges roared out of me. Demanded I work my cock between her legs fast and deep.
My lower body slapped against hers, and her nails bit into my ass, urging me on. She met me thrust for thrust, our eyes locked together over my palm. At one point, she shook it off only to kiss me.
This kiss bruised, scorching through me. Her fingers twisted in my hair, mouth opening wide for me. I tilted her hips a fraction of an inch, and my cock slid even deeper.
“You feel so amazing,” I groaned, “so hot, so goddamntight. I’ve imagined this…you…so many times and I never got enough, Charlie. Never,ever.”
