Eli spoke up, “I’m awful sorry for the way I hollered at’cha, Miss Charlie. I didn’t mean it. I want-”
Charlie cut him off, “Eli, it’s what I needed to hear.”
“No,” Eli clutched his hat to the point of ruining the fine felt, and took a cautious step nearer. “Everything I said was wrong. You coming to Devil’s Hollow, it’s God’s hand. Don’t you see that? Monroe is where you belong.”
“Eli’s right for once, Charlie,” Nathaniel added, tugging on her arm a little. “Come on home now.”
Torn, she looked to Matthew and softly confessed why she couldn’t go. “I can’t be like Alice. I won’t ever be like her.”
Matthew scowled deeply, pushing his kin aside so he might have her all to himself. “I don’t want Alice any more than you want Tommy.” Tucking a small wisp of hair behind her ear, he repeated with more conviction, “You don’t want Tommy and he would never make you happy.”
He had her quiet again, and used the moment to his a
dvantage.
Leaving his kin, Matthew steered her towards the elevators and away from the growing crowd. “Come on now.”
Charlie barked at the man that she didn’t need a goddamn sentry keeping watch. Matthew hushed her, fixed an arm at her waist and didn’t ease up once during the journey to her floor. When they got to her door, he snatched her purse and dug the key out, glaring at her to silently demand she better get inside when she looked just about ready to argue again.
The door slammed shut. He locked it. And Matthew backed her into the suite.
“Stop treating me like…” What began as a snarl turned to a whimper when the man gripped her hips and pulled her close.
“Like what?” Matthew pressed a kiss on her open mouth. Shrugging out of his jacket, he made sure she couldn’t slip away. And when he got her right where he wanted her, he skimmed fingers over every bit of milky skin exposed by the gown—tracing a line down her back, across the tops of her breasts, the curve of her neck.
Stupefied, Charlie swallowed thickly, struggling to find her voice. “What are you doing?”
“I think you know what I’m doin’.”
Deft fingers began to search her dress for hooks, buttons, anything so he might slowly peel it from her soft, glowing skin. Work roughened hands slipped inside to knead the weight of her breasts. She did not see it, but felt a smile on the mouth nipping her neck when she sighed his name. He knelt before her, tasting a path between her breasts, the remainder of her dress tugged to pool at her feet.
Chapter 2
Matthew was a man who enjoyed the simple things in life, but goddamn if her underwear and all its frilly lace didn’t make his cock jump just looking at it hug her hips.
Feeling it was a whole different level of decadence.
His fingertips hooked her bloomers and—like unwrapping a present—he ever so slowly pulled until silk whispered down her legs.
Full lips came to kiss where a bullet had once torn her apart, before Matthew dipped his tongue into her navel, and heard her short breathy giggle. Repeating the action with a firmer lap, he felt her tremble and heard a beautiful sigh.
Standing, Matthew stripped off the remainder of his clothing, all the while backing Charlie towards the bed. Pushing her to lay beneath him, Matthew kneed apart her thighs and fingered between damp folds before she had a chance to balk. Moving a fingertip around the tight passage he was going to claim, drew out her whimper.
His Charlotte was already so wet, eagerly spreading so he might find the spot that drove her wild. Growling over the panting woman, he ghosted over her nub, relishing how her hips pressed against him and begged for more.
Knowing it was her first time, he slipped one finger where she ached, then another, curling them as she cried out. Undulating his hand against her, smelling just how much she needed him, Matthew kissed her jaw. Next, he tasted each nipple, groaning when her body jumped and clenched with each new sensation.
Charlie was so caught up, she didn’t realize where his mouth was heading until the fingers that had been giving her such pleasure disappeared and hot breath blew over her sex. Eyes flying open, she looked as his tongue flicked out to taste her, delving in right where she needed to be filled.
Nothing, nothing on the planet could possibly exceed such bliss. The wet sounds when that ferocious tongue lapped, were sinful. She was gone, swept away, moaning so loud Matthew was near undone at the sound of it.
His fingers spread her lower lips, giving him a view no other man would ever see. He found her perfect, pink and pretty, and so damn delicious his tongue could happily lap forever. But his attention served a purpose. Fingers worked carefully into the writhing woman, his tongue dancing over every spot that made her squirm—providing distraction over the little sting the stretch inspired. When he sucked that delicate nub between his lips, Charlie muttered nonsense to the air. Her climax came so hard she screamed his name and mindlessly bucked.
He needed to feel that spasming pussy all over his prick, he needed to sink in to that pulsing, slippery grip. Kissing his way to her breast, lavishing the soft flesh with a manic tongue, Matthew sucked Charlie’s tight nipple hard enough pain cut through her stupor. Once her passage clenched and twitched anew, Matthew pulled his fingers from her body to smear her juices on an iron-hard cock.
“Look at me, Charlotte,” he purred, running his bulbous crown up and down her folds, teasing and enticing her to soften for all his girth.
Those big blue eyes fluttered open and her lips formed the softest of wondrous smiles.