Page 11 of Fast Break

Eleven

Palmer

When we return to my place, I directCharlieto the garage entrance.

He parks and we ride the elevator to my floor.

We don't speak; the air thrums with anticipation.

His thumbmovesin small circles on the back of my hand as heholdsit, each pass over my skin sending a current straight to my clit.

When the doors open, I practically drag him down the hall to my door.

My hands tremble when I try to put the key in the lock, which becomes even more difficult when he pushes behind me, his hot breath skating across the back of my neck.

He grasps my hip with one hand andmovesmy hair to the side with the other, exposing a spot behind my ear I didn't know was so sensitive until he presses a lightkissto it.

"Need help getting it in?"he murmurs. His low, velvety timbre zings right to my core and I nearlydropthe keys.

I breathe out a nervouslaugh."Isn't that why you're here? To help me?"

By some miracle I unlock the door and together we tumble inside.

The door shuts behind us, and he spins me toward him, cupping my face in his hands and holding me still as his mouth crashes down onmine.

He licks into my seam, and once I'm past the initial surprise of histouch, Imeethistonguestroke for stroke.

My hands roam up his back, reveling in the heat of his skin and hard, muscular contours through his shirt.

I scratch my nails across his traps then let my hands drift to the tight curve of hisass.

He groans and walks me backward until my back hits the wall beside the couch.

I try to guide him to my right, to the more comfortable cushions, but he growls– growls –and the sound not only stops me, but makes my already damp panties wetter.

I whimper when he presses his hardness against the juncture of my thighs, all the while continuing to plunder my needy mouth.

I part my legs and move myhips, hands delving in the waistline of his pants to clench his perfectassandpushhim harder into me, seeking the precious friction of his clothing-coveredcockagainst my clit.

Hekisseshis way down from my lips to my chin to the side of my neck and suckles on the sensitive skin at the curve of my neck and shoulder. I tilt my head for more access, moaning as his hands squeeze my breasts, lifting them tomeethis lips as he spreadskissesacross thetopof them.

I love the feel of his mouth on me, but bending causes him to move and I lose the sweet pressure on my most sensitive nerves. I hiss in frustration andpullhim back agains me. He laughs against my skin.

"Needy little girl, aren't you?"he rasps.

I bite mylipand look up at him."Are you going to give me what I need? Is this my first lesson?"

His smile tightens for a moment, but then his dimples appear and his eyes glint in the soft light from the floor lamp I'd left on."Sure. If you want to call it that."

"What would you call it?"I ask breathlessly as his handsslideup the hem of my dress to my very lacy, very wet bikini briefs.

"Dessert."He licks his lips."I didn't have any at The Barn, and I like to end my evenings on something sweet."

My eyes, half-lidded as a haze of lust clouds my brain, fly open. Hekissesme, this time slow and probing, histonguemoving in and out from between my lips in a steady rhythm. His fingers twist in the side of my panties as he starts pushing them down.

"I bet you're sweet, baby. I bet you'll taste like peaches and berries,"he murmurs against my lips. His fingers slick through my wetness and his moan joinsmine."You're wet. Sofuckingwet. Is this all for me?"

My nod is jerky as anxiety wars with the desperate, greedy need inside me. No one, especially notBrennan, has ever expressed any interest in tasting me. On rare occasions, he'd return the favor, but he didn't enjoy it, which meant I didn't enjoy it. What if there's something about me–

"Where did you go?"Charliewhispers, bringing me back to the present. His hand stops moving, and he draws it out from under my dress.

"I–nowhere–I,"I stammer. Iclosemy eyes, my cheeks on fire. I'm ruining the moment."Let's keep going."

"Hey.Hey,"Charlieholdsmy hip with one hand and lightly caresses my cheek with the other."You gotta be in this with me, babe. You've got to tell me if I'm doing something you don't like."

"What if it's something you might not like?"I lower mygaze.

"Honey, I can't think of a single thing I wouldn't like to do with, or to, you."He lifts my chin."What do you think I won't like? Because so far, I'm infuckingheaven."

I swallow, ashamed to say it out loud and mad at myself for dumping a bucket of cold, or at least lukewarm, water on us. I'm saved from having to speak the words when his expression clears and I see the lightbulb turn on.

His lids lower."Do you think I won't like eating you?

"I lift a shoulder. He nuzzles his forehead againstmine.

"Honey, I'm gonna say this once and only once.

Forget anything that bastard ever told you or made you feel.

This is about you and me. No one else, okay? I need you here with me and only me."

I reply with a hard, hungrykiss, a promise to dopreciselythat.

When his fingers once againpushthrough my tight curls, thoughts of anyone who came before this moment evaporate like dew on a sunwashedfield.

I gasp when his finger pushes inside, pulsing in and out, drawing even more wetness from my body.

I've never been so turned on. I squirm under histouch, and when he adds a second finger, then begins circling his thumb around my nub.

I pant as the need for release builds inside me.

"Do you like this?"heasksin between punishingkisses.

"Yes,"I gasp. It's the only word I am capable of forming as the pressure continues to build and build."Yes. Yes. Yesss."

His fingers move faster. I pump myhipstomeethis thrusts."That's it, baby,"he whispers in my ear, showeringkissesdown my neck."Fuckmy hand. That's a good girl. You're so tight around my fingers. Imagine how good mycockis going to feel when I finallyslidehome."

I mewl and writhe, the end soclose, on the cusp of release. I don't know what to do with my hands–I want totouchhim everywhere all at once the way. While he fucks me with his right hand, he takes my wrist in his left one andmovesit to mychest.

"Pullyour tit our for me, baby,"he growls, sucking hard on the swell of my breast. I tug the neckline down and reach in to release my breast from the demi-cup I'mwearing. It spills out thetop, a thrill racing through my body asCharlie'seyes turn even darker."Holdit for me."

I lift my heavy mound to his lips. With one hand braced on the wall next to my head and the other curling inside my slick heat while he flicked my clit with his thumb, he took my stiff peak between his lips and sucked, scraping his teeth along the nipple then soothing with his hottongue.

The sensations coursing through me are too much.

I cry out his name, myhipsbucking against his hand as he fucks me harder with his fingers, pulling and tugging on my nipple until I can't take it anymore.

The dam inside me breaks, my release spilling over and out of me as I convulse in his arms. He lets go of my breast andpullsmy head into his shoulder, pulling his fingers slowly out of my pussy as the last of the aftershocks shudder through my bodyleavingme breathless and limp in his arms.

"Fuck,Charlie,"I choke, resting my head on his shoulder."That was...fuck..."

"My sentimentsexactly.Hey, look at me."I drag my heavy-liddedgazeto his face. Heholdsup two glistening fingers, the ones I'd just fucked like I was on fire, and draws his lips over one licking it clean. His eyesclosebriefly, and he moans."So sweet."

Heholdsthe other finger to my lips."See how good you taste."

When I clamp my lips around his finger and sample my own tangy cream, I'm rewarded with a wolfish grunt fromCharlie, his eyes so dark and feral it stokes my arousal again. When he bends to his knees, I am ready–eager, even–for him to do to me with his mouth what he just did with his fingers.

But instead, he simplypullsmy panties back up, smoothing them into place, then tucks my loose breast back into my dress and straightens our clothes.

At my confused look, hegivesme a sly, one-dimpledgrin.

"I should get home. And you need rest. Tomorrow's your lastpracticebefore your awaygamein Iowa. "

I crinkle my brow."But you didn't, you know–,"I wave my hand,"finish."

Hekissesmy forehead and steps back, a slight wince the only indication of his discomfort."Lesson one: A real man will make sure you're takencareof with no expectations on his part. Besides, I need to leave you a reason to want me to come back."

"You'll be back, then?"I bite mylip, knowing the answer but anxious nonetheless.

He brushes a lightkissagainst my lips, following it with a swift smack on myass."Just try to keep me away."