Charlie's Angel (9 page)

His arm muscles rippled as he slid to a prone position, his head between her legs. She stared up at the ceiling and waited for his tongue to dart into her pussy. Charlie slipped a finger past her wet clit and into her weeping vagina. Roxie nearly shot off the bed, restraining herself by grabbing fistfuls of the sheet.

“Charlie!” she wailed, desperately searching for something to berate him for.

“Yes, my dear?” he asked much too sweetly for her liking. He had the upper hand, and he knew it.

“We should have gone into the mountains,” she muttered, keeping her voice low.

“To make love under the night sky, under the twinkling canopy of stars? Do you think I would be doing things differently?” His self-assurance mocked her. Then another finger slid into her channel. “I might be too big for you,” he said softly, his gray gaze assessing her.

“I thought you’d lick my clit,” she protested, not caring whether his penis was big or small.

“I’ll get to that, but for now, I’m admiring your juices flowing from your cunt as I squeeze my fingers inside your channel.”

She sighed with rising need. “I love it when you talk dirty.” Roxie attempted to shift from one hip to the other to encourage Charlie to plunge his cock in her, but the movement didn’t work.

He clamped his hand on her left thigh and stilled her. “Be patient, Roxie. I’ll get inside you when I think you’re ready.”

The patronizing attitude, so like the one her father had so often displayed, angered her. “For Pete’s sake, who would know better, you or I, that I’m ready?” she asked in frustration. She twisted her head from one side to the other and finally closed her eyes willing herself to relax and take things as they came. Charlie meant well, didn’t he? And his erection
was
rather huge.

“Trust me on this, Roxie. If I knew without a doubt you were ready, I’d take you.”

Somehow, his voice was soothing and reassuring. Despite herself, Roxie calmed. His digits slipped out, one by one, then the moment she’d waited for arrived. She cried out as his tongue rasped against her hot clit. Her muscles clenched quickly, and an orgasm tore through her. Her eyes shut tight. Stars of different magnitudes spun around in her head, yet Charlie continued to lave her clit with sure, firm strokes.

“No more,” she cried out, attempting to stop him, but he turned a deaf ear. His tongue went on its ravaging madness. Her hips bucked and her spine bowed but he held on tenaciously, nipping at her pearl to heighten her pleasure.

Another orgasm rent through her, shattering what little equilibrium she had. She thought she heard ocean waves, but they were much too far away. Perhaps they were in her head as a result of the intensity of her climax.

“Are you okay?” Charlie asked solicitously.

Thank goodness you’ve stopped eating my clit, but I want more!
Dazed, she nodded, and with great effort, blinked her eyes open.

Charlie loomed above her, his gaze laced with concern. He inclined his head as if reassuring himself, then said, “Now you’re ready.”

Now she was ready? That sounds so much like my father telling me what I know. It’s all about control.

The thought evaporated into thin air as quickly as it came. Charlie trailed burning kisses from her navel and in between her breasts. Her skin tingled with awareness. Was Charlie setting fire to every cell in her body?

He pressed his hard erection against her wet channel and gave a low groan.

When he hefted himself to his elbows on either side of her, his ravenous gaze met hers. Roxie reached up and ran her fingertip along his lower lip. His tongue darted out and licked the appendage before he took her finger into his mouth and sucked on it.

“Don’t,” she murmured, focusing her gaze on him.

Dancing gray eyes stared back at her, giving her the impression he was imprinting her face in his memory. He released her finger. Cool air enveloped the soft skin of the pad. “Don’t what?”

She pretended to shift under him although his weight was fully on his elbows. “I…”

Did she know what she wanted?

“You want me to stop turning you on even more and thrust inside you?” His lips curved in a small smile of amusement.

“Yes, that’s it.” Her mind must have become addled by his nearness, by the strength of his beautiful, naked body.

“Your wish is my command,” he responded lightly, reaching between them. His cool fingers parted her entrance and slowly, he began to ease into her slick passage.

Inch by inch, his big cock slipped into her, filling her so completely she had to suck in a breath.

Charlie abruptly stopped. “Are you okay, Roxie?”

Her fake name on his lips sounded foreign and harsh. She resisted the strong urge to turn away, to murmur her real name, but forced herself to lick her lips instead to steady herself.

“Yes,” she managed on an exhalation. She didn’t know if he took her affirmation at face value.

He frowned. “Roxie, if I’m hurting you then I need to stop. I’m not that kind of guy to force a woman.”

“I know that.” She dredged up a grin.

Unmoving, Charlie looked away, his features set in melancholy lines. Was he fighting the bad from his past? After all, wealth and luxury didn’t always bring happiness.

When his gaze returned to her, he said, “Why don’t we do a sixty-nine, then both of us are in control.”

Roxie couldn’t help herself. Her eyes almost bulged out of her head. “No. I want you, just like this.” She clenched her vaginal muscles around his cock playfully to physically reiterate her message.

The sadness in his gray gaze dissipated, and his lips curved in a smile, even as tiny crinkles appeared at the corners of his eyes. She was relieved he’d relaxed.

“I’m so wound up,” he told her, beginning to thrust deeply into her again.

Her eyes widened again in question.

“I’m with this beautiful woman, and I’m scared to hell of making a mistake with her.”

Roxie placed her arms around his neck and drew his face closer to her own. “I don’t think you can make a mistake when it comes to me,” she murmured, lowering his head further and pressing her lips against his. Some of his weight transferred to her, erotically squeezing her aching breasts. She shimmied under him, and an inexplicable joy bubbled through her. Wasn’t she free? When she’d made love to Charlie, she could simply leave, without regret.

Her spine rocked with his thrusting in and out from her pussy. She gave him a flirty smile, and etched a fingertip along his right brow. The hair was so fine, so soft. Then she traced the contour of the bridge of his nose, and her whole body seemed to become a live wire of raw emotion.

Charlie’s face had scrunched up into muscles that mirrored his intense concentration. Roxie shut her eyes, and all the sounds around her magnified. The little grunts of exertion from above her. The blood roaring through her veins.

Her muscles tensed in anticipation as Charlie’s cock plunged in and out of her channel. She contracted her vaginal muscles and gripped him in a tight hold. His breathing was raspy and hoarse. He was about to climax. If she held on for just one more second, they’d sheer off together.

Charlie’s strokes were shorter. He rode his own wave of happiness. With bated breath, she waited, but her self-control disappeared in the face of the pure pleasure of climax. A long, guttural groan, then the world fell away, replaced by sheer, tumultuous sensation. Rock faces split apart, the sky became blood red, and grass was bluer than the water in a clear lake. Then, except for the pounding of Charlie’s heart intermingling with that of her own, there was silence.

Chapter Four

Charlie’s orgasm had been the most sustained and the most spectacular of his life. And he wanted another with Roxie. Her eyes were closed and her cheeks flushed a bright pink. Her eyelashes fluttered like tiny, dark wings. Had the sex been as good for her as it had been for him? He certainly hoped so. If she stayed with him—

That could never happen, he thought morosely. Lifting his head onto one elbow, he brushed wild strands of hair from her face.

“Hmm?”

He laughed softly at her drowsy response. “I was thinking I’d like you to stay all night.”

Her eyes flashed open. Was there a hint of alarm in the depths of her blue eyes? Swiftly, her expression changed to one of regret.

“I can’t. I’m on the early shift tomorrow.” She took a peek at her watch. The leather strap was fairly new, he noted, and the face was surrounded by small zircon imitation diamonds. “It’s almost midnight. I’ve got to go.” She pushed away, and sat on the edge of the bed.

Her long hair, falling down her naked back, was tousled and far too sexy for comfort. Should he try to stop her? Should he pull her down and make love to her again despite her protests that she had to leave? Her sweet, feminine scent filled his nostrils and his head began to spin. The fragrance made it difficult for him to think, but he had to protect her from danger, from Rowter.

He fell back on the bed and covered his eyes with his forearm.

Discomfort straddled the middle of his stomach. Had he conjured the need to safeguard her because of what had happened to his mother? In all the time he’d been at the bus stop, he hadn’t seen one sign of anyone who might pose a threat to her. But then, why had she escaped out the diner’s back door? What was going on?

Quickly, before Roxie glanced over her shoulder and witnessed his moment of weakness, he caught her around her waist and pulled her down. “Make love to me again, Roxie. I need you.”

He didn’t doubt for a second that he was telling the truth as he saw it. He could figure out later whether she really needed protection or whether he’d imagined that she did.

Despite herself, Roxie leaned back into Charlie. The room smelled of sex, of their natural body scents mingling with the other, a heady fragrance. She’d heard the hard edge of pleading in his voice, but she had to get away. If she didn’t, she was very likely to want sex with him again, then her composure, what little she had in his presence, would evaporate. He was part of the world of wealth and unearned prestige from which she’d fled and had no desire to return.

And yet, there had been a change in the last couple of hours. She wanted Charles Vernon with a passion bordering on obsession, but if she didn’t leave now, she might as well go back to her father.

She made the mistake of glancing over her shoulder at Charlie, at his magnificently muscled body, at the rock hard cock toward her so invitingly and temptingly. Heaving a deep sigh of regret, she barely jerked free of his tenacious hold and jumped to her feet.

“No, Charlie,” she snapped. “I’ve got to go.” She bent to retrieve her panties, tugged them up her ankles and her thighs and followed them with her pants—all as she avoided looking straight at him.

Languidly, he swung his feet over the side of the bed. “What can I say to make you stay?” His voice was hoarse with longing.

Her nipples betrayed her and budded into tight, painful peaks. She decided to try the ploy she’d seen on the rare soap opera.

“Listen,” she said, drawing into her jacket sleeves. “Your world and mine don’t mix. Rich boys take poor girls and use them. The end.” She ran out of the room and down the stairs, feeling like Cinderella missing a glass slipper. When she reached her motorbike under the star encrusted night sky, she breathed a heavy sigh of utter relief.