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“Relax. I’m going to make this good for you.” Charlie mumbles from between my thighs. Part of me knows I should be embarrassed by letting someone this close to my most intimate parts, but the other part of me delights in the amazing feeling of his tongue flicking the nub of my desire. I gasp and a whimper of pure pleasure slips through my lips.

My body tenses and he chuckles again. The vibrations only serve to intensify the sensations. “Trust me!” he growls as his hands tighten around my thighs, and he pulls me tighter against his mouth. I nod. Or, at least I think I do.

I let my head flop back on the couch cushion and revel in the feeling of his tongue curling around me. I fantasize about being in a big bed with silky sheets with each lick of his tongue. A fireplace crackles and the sparks mimic the shots of desire rocking my body. His hands grapple my thighs pushing them wider, fingers pinching. It feels so good that I don’t care about the couch getting wet, the fingerprints I’ll have tomorrow morning between my legs, or the lights above.

A hand travels under my dress covering my tender globes. “Feels so good, Charlie.” My hand covers his and we both cup my breasts, his rubbing the nipple hard under cotton and lace, mine guiding him.

“You taste tart and sweet.” He licks me in a long stroke and I moan uncaring who might hear me vocalize my desire. If Charlie did this for the next hour, I’d die a happy virgin. But I didn’t want to be virgin anymore.

“More, Charlie. I want more,” I urge him to keep going.

He pulls away faster than I can stop him and he’s fumbling w

ith his pants and the movement cools the heat of his breath against me. The fantasy is ripped away and doubt clouds my near orgasm fueled confidence.

The reservations I ignored are back and looming before me.

“Ada?” Charlie is moving on top of me, covering me, but questioning me all the same.

What the heck am I doing?

“Stop. Please.” I push gently and then harder.

“Yeah, okay.” Charlie backs off completely as if I’ve burned him with my icy frost looking as confused as I feel.

“I, I don’t know what I’m doing.” I push him away and rush on unsteady legs to the bathroom. I don’t stop until I lock the door and sag against it. My breath comes out in loud pants as I squeeze my eyes shut.

This is exactly what I didn’t want to happen, now I have to hide in my bathroom forever. Too bad I left my phone in the living room or I’d call Lila and ask for help. I’m the definition of a tease, I’ve been called that before. Should I just wait until he leaves, what’s he doing out there?

Chapter Eight

Charlie

I sit on Addy’s couch by myself with a raging hard-on wondering what the hell just happened. Had she been pretending she wanted me for some reason? What had gone wrong? She said she wanted more and then ran away.

Now I’m faced with making a decision. What do I do? We still have to go out to dinner, we still have to talk about a career together. Great, I’ve gone and messed this whole thing up within a few minutes because of my stupid sexual fantasies about Ada Springfield. It could have just cost myself my whole career.

Maybe I can fix this. I walk over to the bathroom and sit down on the floor leaning my back against the wall.

“Addy,” I say and lightly knock. “Are you okay?”

“Yes, you don’t have to stay. Really, it’s okay if you leave Charlie, I’m sorry I’m such a freak.”

“You said you didn’t know what you were doing,” I say tentatively, “did you mean you’re still uhm, untouched.” Saying the word virgin to a twenty-four-year-old woman seems ridiculous to me, but I know it’s not out of the realm of possibility.

It’s just she is so sexy I don’t know how nobody has gotten into her pants yet. The thought that I was almost the first person to go where nobody had been before makes me horny all over again.

The door opens and she walks out. “Of course, not Charlie. I just got out of a serious relationship and I’m not sure I’m ready for what was about to happen.”

She is speaking with an authoritative tone, but she won’t look at me. This leads me to believe she is lying right now. I can’t believe it. She really is still a virgin and she’s trying so hard to make me think otherwise. No wonder the little scenario happened earlier. She threw herself at me so she wouldn’t keep thinking about what she was about to do. It all makes sense now. I should have somehow figured it out and slowed things down.

If it saves her feelings, I’ll play along for now. I just won’t let her get back into a position to give me blue balls again. I’m going to have to take cold showers for an entire month to get rid of the ache I currently have. But I remember her voice and how she had made me feel and realize it will be worth it. It feels like so long since I was innocent it's nice to see the world through her eyes. She is going to be my ticket to the top, and I won’t have to worry about my money coming from dear old dad.

“Okay, Addy, whatever you say. You ready to go eat. We can pretend that didn’t happen and just have a regular business meeting. The last thing I want is to be your rebound guy,” I tell her. With her taste still on my lips making me crave more. I remind myself and my dick this is business and to stop thinking of anything else.

She nods but still doesn’t look my way. I watch as she pulls on her a shapeless sweater that does nothing to diminish how sexy she is and walks to the door.

Does she think if she looks at me I’ll come after her again for sex? What kind of man does she think I am? Or is she afraid she will come after me? I remember her voicemail from so many years ago. How angry she sounded when she called me oversexed. This game might be fun to play if one of us doesn’t get hurt in the end. The issue is I have to keep her happy and committed to sing with me or all my plans fall apart.


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