Page 28 of Charmed by You

I moan as my fingers go to his fly. I want this.

“You’re mine,” he says. “Only mine.”

“Yes,” I say as he rips off my panties then shoves them inhis pocket. My skirt is up, and he lifts me, his hands cupping my ass as mylegs lock around him. His cock is right there, and I’m so damn wet.

“Quiet,” he says, then teases his cock at my core. I clingto his shoulders, my hips going forward as my shoulders press against the wall.I’m so wet, but he’s torturing me. Going slowly. Stretching me. Filling me.

“Please. Oh, God, please.”

And then, with one hard thrust, he’s deep inside me. I cryout, but his hand over my mouth silences me. He pounds into me as I shift onehand down to tease my clit and stroke his cock with each thrust.

Our eyes lock, and right then, I feel both lost and found. Ifeel like I belong.

In that moment when my body tightens around him, I archback, then swallow a scream as his mouth closes over mine, his teeth nipping mylip and our bodies rocking together. When we finally explode, the force of ourjoint orgasm is so intense it’s a wonder we don’t bring the whole damn hoteldown on us.

“Wow,” I say a few minutes later as we’re both sitting on astep, our clothes adjusted back to some semblance of normalcy. “That wasgreat.”

“Yeah,” he says. “It really was.”

I meet his eyes. “Take me home, Simon. Take me home, andlet’s do it again.”

Chapter Ten

“Your bed is huge,” Simon said. “It’s like you’re on adifferent continent.”

They were back at her house after he’d taken her in thestairwell. Wonderful and decadent, and all the more so because of the risk ofgetting caught.

Exciting, yes, but this was better. Her huge bedroom wasdominated by a custom-made bed that she swore had never had another man in it.

“I don’t bring men back here,” she said. “That’s what hotelsare for.”

“And stairwells?”

She laughed. “I’ve never done that before either.”

“Really?” He didn’t know why that was important to him.Probably because he knew she’d had a lot of flings. He wanted something oftheirs. Something unshared.

“Really,” she said. “I wanted that for us.”

“Tell me why.”

“Because I want to be yours,” she said. “That’s why you’rein this bed. In my inner sanctum.”

She bent forward to kiss him, and he felt his soul sing.Then she peeled off her clothes until she was standing naked in front of him.“Yup. We’re in the inner sanctum now.” She slid into his arms and wiggledagainst him, her hand cupping his erection.

He slipped his fingers between her legs. “This is the onlyinner sanctum I care about right now.”

She laughed. “Good answer.” Then she lifted herself up andbrushed her lips against his ear. “Fuck me, Simon.”

“No.” The word came out firm, and her eyes went wide. Hernipples tightened, and he saw the flush rise in her skin. “Not until I’mcertain that you’re ready.”

“I am,” she assured him, but he shook his head, then orderedher to lie down.

It was only after his mouth and fingers had explored everysweet, delicious inch of her that he finally thrust inside her. Plain oldmissionary, but it felt like the most mind-blowing sex of his life, and theyrepeated it not once, but twice, trying other positions. But always face toface. Someday he’d take her from behind. Right now, he wanted to get lost inher eyes when he got lost inside her.

They christened every part of the bed before giving in toexhaustion, and he felt like he’d traveled the world as he’d traveled thewoman.

And while the sex had been incredible, it was the connectionhe felt with Frannie that had truly blown his mind.