He grabbed her and pulled her into his arms. “I’m sure I can think of something to . . . impress you with tonight.”
Rosslyn blushed and said, “Then let’s get out of here.”
When they arrived back at the B&B, they barely made it to their room before their clothes were practically ripped off.
Rosslyn leaned in and kissed him hungrily. She needed him like oxygen itself. It was raw passion like she’d never had before. This was a different kind of joining, one at a level of heat that was beyond her control.
Charles picked her up, and she wrapped her legs around him. He growled as her softness pressed against his rock hard abs. He kissed her neck, her shoulder, and her neck one more time before claiming her lips again. His tongue teased her until she trembled with desire. Charles held her tightly as he carried her to the bed.
He placed her in the center before he lay down beside her. She could feel his erect cock pressed against her thigh. She wanted to feel him inside of her. Her body had been on fire with anticipation from the moment they entered the room.
“Charles, I need to feel you inside me,” she pleaded.
“You will, but first I need to taste every inch of you,” Charles said, his voice husky with need.
Propping himself up on one elbow, his other hand slowly explored her body. Fingers were followed by his lips and tongue. She reached for him, trying to pull him on top of her, but he ignored her as she quivered helplessly. She was being held captive by the sweetest torture she could imagine. He nibbled and licked down her chest to her navel, finally coming to rest on her inner thighs. She opened to him, to take her in his mouth, but he refused. He was making it clear he was in charge. As he continued to kiss her thighs, his fingers found their way to her wet folds.
She ached for more and said again, “Please Charles, I need you now.”
His response was to circle her clit with his thumb. Arching her back, she gripped the sheets with both hands and cried out. Charles brought her to the brink of climax and held her there, refusing her flood gates to open.
“Please,” she panted. “Please, I need . . .”
He kissed her once again on her thigh. She groaned. This time Charles did not disappoint her. His thumb was replaced by his tantalizing tongue, and she opened wider for him. Each lick and suck brought her closer. His tongue darted in and out of her. He sucked her clit harder, until the waves of climax rocked through her and she screamed his name again and again. The waves seemed endless. It was a pleasure she had not known before, more intense than she’d thought was humanly possible.
Charles left her for a moment then quickly returned after sheathing himself. He knelt between her legs, lifting them so her knees now rested over his shoulders.
“Now Charles,” she demanded.
With his hands on her hips he entered her with one deep thrust.
Oh God. Yes. A low growl emerged from somewhere at the back of her throat. He began to move, lifting her to him again. The pleasure was almost unbearable as he held her hips and drove deeper and deeper inside her, as though he couldn’t hold himself back. The sound of his flesh smacking against hers filled the room. The headboard banged against the wall and she swore the windows rattled. She didn’t give a fuck. All she wanted was more.
Charles answered her request with faster, harder strokes. She felt her body tense. Her body tingled, seeming as if every cell burst as her climax rushed through her veins. Charles gripped her thighs tightly, plunging deeply, as he exploded within her, bringing her to yet another explosive climax.
Charles collapsed on top of her. His weight while he was still inside her was glorious. They were breathing heavily as he nestled himself close to her.
She wanted to tell him how amazing that was, but no words were going to express the true magnitude of what they just shared. Entwined like this, they gently stroked and caressed each other until they eventually drifted off to sleep.
Charles wasn’t going to answer his phone. It was the weekend and, damn it, he was going to enjoy himself. Whatever the issue was, he’d deal with it on Monday.
“You know you can answer your phone. I don’t mind,” Rosslyn said as they drove back to the city.
“But I do. My brothers are used to always having me right there. It’s time they learn to figure shit out on their own. The company won’t crumble without me for a few hours.” And if it did, then they didn’t belong there.
“I shut mine off too. But mostly because I didn’t want to hear whatever Brandy was going to say. I can’t believe how loud you were last night,” Rosslyn said.
Charles laughed. “Me? I think that was you screaming my name.”
“And who made the bed sound like a freight train coming through the entire house. God, I hope we didn’t break the bed.”
“If we did, I’ll buy her a new one. We might need it for the next time anyway.”
Rosslyn shook her head. “I can’t show my face there again. I’m sure the entire town is going to be talking about me. Why didn’t you tell me the windows were open?”
Charles reached over and grabbed hold of her hand. “First of all, I only opened the window once you were asleep. Second, if they are talking, it’s because their lives are boring as hell. And third—”
“Okay, you’re right. Who cares what anyone thinks? Well, maybe my dad, but that would be your problem, not mine.”