Knocking Boots - Willow Winters Page 0,45

I say, opening my eyes. I already know what his idea is. I had the strength to walk away at the park… but like a moth to a flame, I came right back.

A wicked grin lights up his features. It makes my toes want to curl.

“I do. I think you just need to get laid.”

I suck in a breath, looking up at him. His eyes are searching mine, looking for an answer.

“Maybe I do,” I barely breathe knowing I’m the one caving between the two of us.

The second the affirmation is out of my mouth; his lips are on mine. He spears my hair with one hand, and puts his other hand on my lower back pulling me to his chest, and taking what he wants from the kiss.

I press myself to him, molding us shoulder to hip, feeling the faint beginning of pleasure running through my heated blood. I’ve wanted him for days. He gives me a little of what I want with firm sweeps of his tongue against mine.

It’s not enough, though. It can never be enough with Charlie.

“More,” I demand, my voice rough. I know what I’m doing and there isn’t a piece of me that doesn’t know what this is. I want him. Plain and simple. Regardless of what happens tomorrow.

In a swift motion, Charlie picks me up, closing and locking his office door in a heartbeat, his hands wrapping around my thighs and making me squeal in surprise. He knocks over a cup of pencils in his haste to settle me on the desk. I hear papers drifting to the floor, but I’m too wrapped up in him to look.

I’m breathless, nervous, but more than anything… I’m wanting. Skin on skin, more of his lips on mine, more of him, taking me.

He fits himself between my legs, pulling down the straps of my dress. I'm busy trying to get his t-shirt off. He finally growls and steps back, ripping the t-shirt over his head.

Running my hands all over his warm muscles, over his shoulders and down his back, I knew he’d feel like this. He pulls the top half of my dress down and nearly rips my white lace bra off; he’s so eager. I guess we’re both wanting.

In only a minute, I’m naked from the waist up, completely bared to him. My breathing comes in ragged. This is so wrong, but I don’t care anymore.

“Fuck,” he says, cupping my breasts with his hands. “You’re so damn beautiful, Grace.” There’s a sense of awe in his voice that I wish I could focus on, but his deft fingers have my head thrown back in an instant.

When he tweaks my nipples, sharp shocks of pleasure and pain shoot straight to my clit and I gasp, thrusting myself deeper into his hands as my back arches.

“Yes,” I moan. How long has it been? Too long. Far too long.

I only look back at him when he bends down to take my nipple in his mouth. I grip his head and groan, unable to process the sensation of his tongue on my flesh any other way.

Rucking up my skirt, he reveals the white lace thong I’m wearing. He kneels and kisses my knee as he pulls down my panties, casting them aside.

I try to close my knees, but he tsks at me.

“Open your legs for me,” he commands, glancing up at me.

The hunger in his eyes is undeniable. I slowly part my thighs, holding his gaze. There’s something so erotic about it, something taboo. It sends goosebumps down every inch of my body.

Charlie pulls my ass to the edge of the desk, and I tense a bit. Nerves pricking along my skin. Using a hand on my stomach, Charlie gently reclines me, whispering to ‘relax’. He trails kisses up the inside of my thighs raising heat everywhere on my body. Scorching me and forcing my hips to undulate. His splayed hand warns me to stay still.

He teases me before his kisses reach my pussy, trailing down the seam. I shift in place as he uses two fingers to part my lips. I’ve never been like this with a man. So close and intimate. With my eyes open, I stare at the ceiling, barely seeing a thing and feeling every single thing. When he stops, I glance down at him, my lips parted and my chest rising with heavy breaths.

He looks up at me, like a tiger looking at his prey. There’s a self-satisfied look on his face.

“You’re so wet