Page 8 of Charm (Billionaire Buck Boys #7)

CHAPTER EIGHT

Greer

Joe’s hands jump to my face. The touch of his skin against mine is electric. Heat ignites deep within me, coursing through my veins. I feel as though I’m lit up, aching for more, and we haven’t even started our exploration of one another yet.

His gaze pierces me. He looks into my eyes as though he’s searching for a secret I’ll only share with him.

“You want me,” he states. It’s not a question because there isn’t one to ask. My body is aching for him. I know he can sense it.

“More than you know,” I whisper because it’s the truth.

Everything about him screams sheet-clawing sex. It’s the type of sex I’ve never had but always longed for.

I’ve settled when it comes to intimacy. I know that now. The hunger in his gaze is telling me I’ve missed out on something I’m on the precipice of experiencing.

Never in a million years did I think I’d end up in bed with a handsome stranger this weekend, but I know if I don’t take this leap, regret will haunt me for the rest of my life.

With a brush of his thumb over my bottom lip, he finally lowers his mouth to mine.

The kiss is gentle at first. It’s soft and speaks of how tender he can be, but it shifts quickly. The aggression in it is matched by the movement of his hand as it drops to my shoulder and then beyond.

He traces a path with his tongue over my bottom lip as his fingers do the same on their journey to my bikini top. He slides the material aside so he can circle my nipple with the faintest touch before he pinches it.

That draws a gasp from me. “Ouch.”

“It felt good,” he whispers because he knows. “You liked it.”

“So much,” I confess with a purr, my hands dropping to the bare skin of his waist. “More.”

It’s one word that encompasses everything I want.

He steps back to shift his gaze to my exposed breast. “Pretty.”

Normally, I’d feel compelled to cover up, but I want him to see me. I want him to see all of me.

Another pinch on my nipple earns him a low moan.

His gaze locks on mine. “I love that sound. I want to hear it again and again.”

I’m tempted to tell him he will, but I want to show him. I need him to lure it from me.

He drops his head, capturing my nipple between his lips.

It’s so sudden that I gasp. “Joe.”

He flicks it with his tongue before he drags his teeth across it. It feels like so much, but at the same time, every part of me is craving more. I let out another moan. It’s loud enough to steal his attention from my breast back to my face.

“You want more?” he asks, even though my body is answering that question with the way I’m responding to him.

I nod.

His gaze trails around the room, stopping at the dining room table we’re next to. “Where? I’m good with laying you out on this table so I can feast on your pussy.”

A shiver runs through me. “Really?”

His hands jump to my waist. “Give me the word and I’ll be between your legs in the next thirty seconds.”

“A bedroom,” I say, because that will give me a few seconds to find my bearings.

I’m already overwhelmed in the best possible way.

“I think we can find one of those.” Smiling, he reaches to scoop the condom packages back up.

I’m not sure why I do it, but I tug the material of my bikini top back into place, shielding my nipple from his view.

That draws a wickedly sexy grin to his lips. “You’re beautiful. I can’t wait to get that suit completely off of you.”

“In the bedroom,” I reiterate because I don’t think I’m ready for table sex.

“Yes.” He runs a fingertip over my wrist. The sensation of his touch is barely there, yet I feel it everywhere. “Are you nervous?”

“Are you?” I ask to shift the focus to him.

“No,” he says with conviction. “Not at all.”

I envy him. All of the excitement I’m feeling is edged with nervous anticipation.

“I’ll be gentle,” he assures me.

“Don’t be.”

“Then I won’t be.” His gaze sears through me. “Take me to bed. Now.”