Fatal Attraction (Dark Desires 4)

I lean back. I’d left a voicemail for him saying such, but I never knew if he heard it or not. It was after I’d found out he had been out with Denise and I knew her reputation.

“Why would you bring that up right now?”

“I don’t know, I just assumed you were still conservative with your body. I don’t want you to think you need to impress me by doing all this. I want you to sing with me and I don’t want to screw this up. When it comes to being successful, I really want it not just for me, but for you too.”

“I’m much more experienced than I was in high school Charlie,” I lie. “Why would you think I wouldn’t be?”

“I don’t know,” he holds his hands up in defeat. “I’m sorry, continue if you want to.” He smiles and brings his hand up to my cheek.

The kiss starts up again and now he’s gotten into my head. I can’t focus on what’s happening. Maybe I still give off a virgin vibe? Is that a thing? I need to get it together. He brings me back to reality when his hand finds my breast and he makes a sound in the back of his throat. It sounds like the sound I make when I taste a good piece of chocolate. I take this as a good sign and gasp as he pinches my nipple through my dress. I gasp as his expert hands take both my breasts and start to do magical things to them.

I remind myself a girl with experience would think this was a perfectly normal thing for a man to do. Also, it doesn’t feel bad. I move closer to him putting a hand on his leg. His breathing has sped up more and his hand is now going down the front of my dress. He moves my hand to his crotch and I feel a hard bulge. I fight every urge I have to pull my hand back and clutch my pearls, and I’m not even wearing pearls. Am I really pretending I know what the hell I’m doing?

My heart trips and stutters in my chest as his tongue presses against mine. Clouds are beginning to swirl inside my mind, making it difficult to form a rational thought. His teeth rake against my lower lip as he nibbles gently. Wow! Who knew nibbling could be so . . . hot. I sure the heck didn’t.

I move my hand over his erection and am intrigued by how it feels like it’s getting harder with my touch. I’m not sure how but he has managed to get my bra unhooked through the back of my dress. I feel it loosen while his hand once again goes down the front and cups my breast. He pushes his tongue into my mouth once more, and I bravely suck on it leaning closer to him. I can feel his body heat radiating to mine.

A dull throb is starting between my thighs and is steadily increasing. My heart rate kicks up a few more beats as his lips skim my jawline. I kiss his cut above his eye and the bruise on his cheek. I wonder what kind of fight he got into once again but I decide he can tell me later.

“Are you sure you don’t want to go to dinner before dessert,” he says breathlessly against my mouth. He bucks his hips up against my hand and I squeeze it gently.

All I can do is shake my head. Am I ready to take this all the way? What if this is it? We do it and never see each other again and then what am I left with?

One hell of a good time, my mind purrs.

Maybe I can just give him a blowjob, men like that, right? He gets off and I don’t have to give up my grace quite yet. Who calls it that? I’m going to have to stop warring with myself while a hot guy, have his tongue in my mouth and a hand working its way up my dress. The question is can I figure out what to do to get him to the end?

Taking a deep breath, I make my decision.

Chapter Seven: Ada

I slowly slide from the couch to my knees in front of him, allowing my hands to move down his legs. My nails scrape the fabric of his pants and I force a confident smile on my face. He stiffens up and I feel the hard muscles in his legs under my palms. This will help satisfy him without having to go all the way. I chide myself for sounding like a nineteen fifties teenager. Going all the way still scares me but I really don't want him to know that. Despite my hesitation, I want this. Need this. I know the reason he went for Denise Adams instead of me in high school and the memory still burns, leaving behind an acidic taste.

Boldly I reach up and try to unbutton his pants, my fingers catch as his hands close over mine.

I tilt my head to the side looking up at him. His expression is kind, his eyes heated and I flutter my lashes, “Charlie?”

His fingertips brush against my lips and I kiss them. I don’t want him to stop. I don’t want the shadow of Denise in my head to win.

“No, Ada, it's always ladies first." His voice is low and before I know what is happening he pulls me to my feet smoothly. One arm wraps around me pulling me in close squeezing tenderly. A hand splays against my spine pressing his thick bulge against my stomach and heat of his body comforts me until he pushes me back, my legs brush against the couch.

I still don't quite get what he's talking about until he lowers me down. He pulls a cushion forward easing me back. I’m on the couch as Charlie kneels in front of me.

“You have no idea how you look like this, do you?” Charlie looks down and his gaze follows the run of his hands up my shins. When he reaches my knees, his eyes lock with mine as he spreads them wide slowly coming between them fitting his body in the space.

I shake my head no and he grins. So much for being sophisticated and worldly. The jig is up and it’s only a matter of time before Charlie figures out how little I know of carnal matters.

With each traver

se of his hands, my pulse quickens and a million things go through my head. How in twenty-four years has this never been done to me before? I'd at least know what to expect. His fingers are moving up my thighs under my dress and hooking through my panties. He’s pulling them down and I swallow my trepidation as I lift my hips to ease his way. Everywhere they touch my skin tingles. He continues pulling them down slowly looking into my eyes and smiling. I’m suddenly very grateful I chose the sexy panties instead of the granny ones.

I feel the wetness between my legs cooling with the heat of his breath. That smile is definitely doing it for me. My insides twist and my heart flutters. His mouth twists up into an even more seductive smile than before and suddenly, it is like someone turned on the waterworks. I can feel moisture gathering.

I watch with nervous anticipation as he brings his mouth down to my knee. I gasp as the stubble of his chin grazes against the tender skin of my inner thigh. Goosebumps scatter across my legs and arms and I feel him chuckle against me.

His eyes darken and his pupils dilate. Slowly, he flicks his tongue out against his lips and arches a brow at me. I watch as he lowers his mouth and opens it against me. His velvety tongue teases my skin, pulling a long, low hiss of pleasure from me.

My heart is thundering through my chest like a wild stampede. The tingle he’d started with the feather-light kisses has turned into a throbbing ache that shoots from his mouth to my core. A tightness forms in the pit of my stomach and I feel my hips arching up involuntarily. I wish he’d get this on and yet I could stay frozen in this moment forever.