That we’re in this together.
Letting go of his hair, I reach for him, and as if he knows, his hand brushes mine, our fingers interlocking. He clutches my hand as he feasts on me, his tongue and lips destroying me as every heavy second passes and just when I’m about to come, he pulls away.
Frustration ripples just beneath my skin and I lie there, panting.
“Tell me no one else makes you feel like this,” he demands.
I crack my eyes open to find him watching me. His lips are shiny, as is the lower half of his face and I realize he’s coated with my juices.
That’s really hot.
“Charlotte.” His fingers tighten around mine. “Tell me.”
“No one else makes me feel like this,” I say automatically.
The look of pure satisfaction on his face is one I’ve never seen before—and it’s hot too. I can’t deny it. “No one else can make you come like this.”
I shake my head frantically, about to crawl out of my skin with need. “No one makes me come like you do, Perry.”
He dips his head, his tongue sneaking out for a lick and I watch him, breathless as he slowly circles my clit with the tip of his tongue. “I really did think you ran away with him.”
“What? N-no.” I’m still shaking my head, moaning when he lets go of my hand and spreads my legs open even wider, his touch rough, though I can take it. “I would never do that.”
“I know that now.” He lifts completely away from me, sliding up my body so his face is in mine. “I trust you, Charlotte.”
My heart swells and I reach for his face, my fingers sliding down his cheeks before I lift my head, brushing his mouth with mine. I can taste myself and I lick at his lips, wanting him to know it doesn’t bother me. Whatever we do, I enjoy. He has to know this. “I love that you trust me,” I whisper against his lips. “Can I trust you?”
“I’d burn down the whole fucking world to keep you safe,” he murmurs against my mouth, just before he nips at my lower lip. “That asshole is going to pay.”
Something niggles at me with his statement. Perry wanting to destroy Seamus is more about him, and not so much about me.
I want to forget this entire ordeal ever happened.
“Don’t talk about him.” I kiss Perry again, tugging on his body so he’s sprawled on top of me. I want him inside of me. I want to forget.
I just want to feel.
Him.
And nothing else.
Chapter Ten
Perry
Ileave Charlottesleeping peacefully in bed the next morning, quietly closing the door. Nearly jumping out of my skin when I spot Jasper lingering at the end of the hall, Doja winding her sleek black body around his shins.
Thank Christ I slipped on a pair of boxer briefs before I left the room so Jasper doesn’t have to see me naked.
“Good morning, Mr. Constantine. How is Miss Charlotte doing today? Does she need anything? Is she hungry? Should I make breakfast for the both of you?” he asks me, wringing his hands together.
Slowly I shake my head as I walk toward him, rubbing the back of my neck. We were up half the night fucking, and I’m exhausted. No way am I going into work today. Besides, I can’t leave her alone. Hell no. What if McTitface shows up? He’s unhinged. I have no idea what he might do to her—not that I’d let him get close to her like that ever again. “She’s sleeping. I think she needs as much rest as possible.”
“Of course, sir. I think that’s an excellent idea.” Jasper nods, glancing down at Doja, as do I. She meows at us, squinting her golden eyes. “This one is acting nervous.”
“Maybe she misses Charlotte.” I think every one of us standing in this hall missed her.
“I’m sure she does. Well, she can greet her once Miss Charlotte wakes up.” Jasper flits his gaze to me. “And perhaps you should get dressed, sir? Are you going into work?”