For the Love of Anna (The Town of Pearl 1)

Charlie opened the door with a scowl on his face.

“Are you okay?”

She put her hands on her hips and nearly dropped the towel.

“Wyatt call you?”

“Should he have called me?”

Charlie walked closer and placed his hand against her cheek. She closed her eyes and leaned into his hand.

“You look tired.”

“Mmmm.”

“Let me take a look,” he stated, and before she could protest, he pushed the towel away from her body.

He gently glided the palms of his hands over the bruising and around her waist. It was slow and felt so good.

“I think you overdid it today.”

When she opened her mouth to argue, he placed his finger over her lips.

Charlie leaned down and kissed her lips then drew her naked body against his chest.

His hands roamed over her backside then squeezed before he tapped her cheeks.

“Get in the tub, and I’ll help wash you.”

Anna’s stomach clenched at the thought of Charlie bathing her, especially when he tapped her ass that way. It was light and quick but still potent.

He helped her into the tub.

She released a relaxing sigh as the warmth of the water encased her aching body.

She leaned back and closed her eyes.

Damn, she was tired. But the longer she lay still, the better she began to feel.

Anna hadn’t even heard Charlie until she sensed the water moving around her. When she opened her eyes, he was sinking into the tub to join her.

“Come here, baby. Let me help you relax,” he whispered as he leaned back and gently pulled her toward him. As she moved across the tub, his erection hit her belly before she shifted so that her back wedged against his stomach. She settled in between as Charlie’s legs encased her body.

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Charlie soaped up the washcloth and slowly began massaging Anna’s arms. She had placed her hair up on top of her head in a wild style that would keep it dry during the bath. It left her neck open for his pleasure as he kissed along her collarbone. He liked the texture of her skin and the small freckles along the back of her neck right below the hairline.

He kissed each one as he cupped her breasts, massaging the soap over each nipple and areola.

“You have these three tiny freckles back here.”

“I didn’t know that,” Anna moaned softly.

“It’s like they’re here just for me to feast on,” he whispered, then nibbled along her neck. Anna giggled. The sound immediately tugged at his heart. She was so petite and feminine. He could crush her if he weren’t careful, and the thought stirred such a protective feeling inside him. After the talk he had with Ben, he felt more protective. He didn’t want Anna to suffer or to keep having nightmares because of New York. They had to get her to open up and share more details so Wyatt could investigate and make some calls. But pushing Anna wouldn’t be smart.

He couldn’t resist pulling on her nipples, tugging and rubbing, then tweaking, them. Her body arched at his touch, and his cock hardened against her back. He desired her all the time. Even on the ranch today, he missed her and wished she was nearby so he could check on her and of course make love to her.

He pushed his hand lower, reaching her belly button then lower between her thighs. Immediately, she parted for him, and he smiled triumphantly. His Anna wanted him as much as he wanted her.