body to immeasurable temperatures, causing the ache between my legs to intensify.
He fisted his shirt and lifted it above his head in one swift movement, and then it was chucked to the side.
Holy two hundred miles per hour.
When he met my lips again and he crushed his bare chest against mine, I placed a hand against one of his pecs. Meeting his eyes, I said, “Are you sure?”
His eyebrows pulled together then, and his expression filled with worry. “Why? Are you not sure?”
I shook my head and laughed at the pinched expression on his face. “I’m sure. But last night …”
His hand traveled up and down my side. “I like you, Becky. There’s a part of me that’s still scared and nervous, but right now, here, what I can’t fight is how much I want you.”
I understood him. I knew where he was coming from. We were both reluctant for different reasons. But, yes, above all my insecurities of jumping in with Charles, passion outran those doubts.
“Question is”—I threw him my sexiest, most seductive look—“do you have a condom?”
“Yes.” His smile was blinding and sexy and all the things that made my lady parts weep.
His lips descended on mine in a mess of fiery lust. Slowly, he stripped me bare, as though he was unwrapping me like a present. First, my jeans. Then, my shirt. Finally, my undergarments.
The look of awe and reverence in his eyes made my heart pump harder and faster in my chest. But more than that … I couldn’t breathe. He looked at me as though I were the only woman in the world.
He pushed himself up and knelt above me. The crinkle of the condom and the anticipation of what was coming next had me wriggling beneath him, wanting and needing him. His body was glorious, an Adonis in the flesh, a man to be worshipped and adored.
A second later, his lips were on mine again, his chest crushed against my chest, his hard length pressing against my stomach. The unbearable ache in between my legs was too much for me to bear, so I rubbed my core against his hardness. His breath came out in big, broken puffs.
“You keep touching me like that, and I’m not going to last long. And I want to last a very … very … long time.”
He took the lead, taking his length and guiding it to my entrance. With one thrust, he entered me, and the feeling was glorious. I cried out in pleasure. I hadn’t been with a man in years and never with a man of this strength and stature.
I moved beneath him, meeting every pull and push of his body. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I angled closer, wanting him deeper, nearer, when we were already flushed skin to skin.
His movements were slow and sensual at first, his hands cupping my face and then threading through my hair. My body adjusted to him, but more than that, my heart did too. Because as our eyes locked, I saw him open and bare and scared, mirroring the emotions I felt inside.
With every push and pull of his body, my heart opened a little more.
The pinch in the deepest part of my belly indicated that I was close. “Charles …” I moaned out.
“I know, baby.”
His movements became harder, faster, pumping in and out of me. And I knew he was close too.
“Let go, Becky. I want to see you come apart.”
The buildup of sensation was all too much to take, and I did as he’d said … I let go.
We came together with him calling out my name and me tightening my hold around him as my body was sent through a wave of sensations everywhere.
And it was ecstasy.
Chapter 31
Charles
“Daddy!”
Knock. Knock. Knock.
It was Mary.
I jolted to a sitting position and stared at Becky, whose eyes widened. Immediately, she sat up and pulled the sheets over her breasts.
I glanced at the clock. It was three in the afternoon. We hadn’t gotten a lot of sleep the night before.
“Daddy! Open the door. I want to show you something.”
Maybe if we stayed silent, she’d leave.
“Daddy?”
It was quiet, and my shoulders relaxed for a bit—until I heard the jiggle of the doorknob.
Fuck.
“She knows how to unlock the door with a Q-tip,” I said, already getting up and slipping on my boxers.
“Shit,” Becky hissed.
Just when the door opened, Becky rolled off the bed, taking the sheet to wrap up her body, and slipped underneath the bed.