Fake Wife (Taming The Bad Boy Billionaire 8)

He pulled me from the chair, standing so he could wrap his arms around me tightly. His mouth quickly took over the kiss, lighting a fire within my body that craved to be stoked by his love and nothing else. The bar fell away; in an instant, it was just the two of us there together. His tongue flicked out against my mouth, and my lips parted on a sigh to invite him in. We moved as one across the floor, practically floated, until my back hit the nearest wall. Charlie gripped my hips hard, grinding against me in a way that almost made me moan out loud.

“I’ve wanted this since you broke into my house,” Charlie muttered roughly, trailing kisses down my neck and nuzzling in the crook of my shoulder. “That night, as soon as I realized who was in my house, I wanted to strip you bare and explore everything we’ve missed over the years.”

I shivered at his words and dug my hands in his hair. “Then what are you waiting for?” I whispered, pressing my chest into his, smashing my cleavage up. “Charlie, I-I just can’t say no anymore.”

He gripped my waist and hauled me against him, his mouth hot and wet. My hands were in his hair, his arms around my hips. The man sent rivers of sparks along my skin, making me hum, soft sounds escaping my lips. Our slow kisses and touching gave way to frantic movements, a messy and desperate groping for each other, for closeness...to give into what we’d been feeling for weeks.

He lifted his face to look at me, his eyes smoldering and his jaw clenched. Then he took my hand and dragged me through the bar, past our uneaten dinner and straight out the door, to the limo. “Take us home please,” he told the startled driver after we piled into the back.

“Of course,” the man said, the smirk on his face not escaping me. “Shall I give you some privacy?”

“Yes,” we chorused.

The driver chuckled until the sound was cut off by the partition.

Chapter 19

Charlie’s hand gripped mine hard, and he raised it to his mouth. He kissed and sucked at my palm until my toes curled and I moaned quietly. Two can play at this game, I thought, looking at him with naughty intentions of my own. I’d wanted him for years, and finally, I wa

s going to make him privy to all my desires, to let him reap the benefits of all that pent-up hunger for his body.

I pushed him against the seat and climbed onto his lap. His hands shoved my dress up my thighs, and he massaged my hot flesh hard as I slanted my lips over his mouth and kissed him fiercely. He growled against my mouth and continued sliding his hands farther and farther upward, till he cupped my lace-clad ass.

“I knew these would be perfect for you,” he mumbled, teasing the lingerie he’d picked out and giving me a good squeeze that sent a shiver up my spine.

“Just wait till you see them,” I replied as I felt his arousal swell suddenly against me.

The windows grew steamy as we continued to assault one another with ravenous kisses and hot touches. When the limo finally came to a stop, my hair was a mess, and Charlie had lost his bowtie. His shirt was only half-buttoned, and I had to quickly tug my dress back down to cover my lower half. I climbed out first and ran to the front porch, cursing my bare feet in the chilly night air. Charlie was right behind me and made quick work of unlocking the door to let us in. A swarm of dogs greeted us, but neither one of us wanted to break the spell of the night, so his strong arms scooped me up, lifting me from the ground. He carried me through the doorway to my bedroom where my king-sized bed waited to be used. My arms wrapped tightly around his shoulders and neck, my eyes locked onto his and my heart raced as he moved toward the large, soft bed.

“Are you sure you want to officially cross over the line of friendship?” he asked sweetly, his eyes falling gently onto mine.

I nodded, bit my bottom lip into my mouth and refrained from yelling out “Yes!”

I can’t believe this is happening!

I shivered as Charlie moved toward me, my entire body suffering a quake not recordable on any Richter scale. He was just as I remembered from high school. Still the bad boy, still the sexiest man I’d ever laid eye on.

“I need you Jaime,” he said softly, moving closer.

I moved toward him and shoved his jacket off his broad shoulders; within seconds, his shirt was a puddle of fabric beside it on the floor. He stood perfectly still before me, and I stared at his muscular chest, illuminated by the silvery-white moonlight pouring in through the windows behind him. His hands twitched at his sides, but he made no move to touch me. I grinned, circling him and tempting him, trailing my fingers teasingly over his shoulders and down his sides. His muscles tensed beneath my touch, and I kissed his shoulder languidly.

“You’re pushing your luck,” he grumbled when I stepped in front of him again and playfully fumbled with his belt.

“You said it yourself. You’ve seen all of me. It’s only fair that I even the playing field.” I tugged his belt free and unfastened his pants.

“But you’ve seen me naked,” he said. “After skinny dipping, I was walking naked until we found those clothes.”

“But unlike you, I wasn’t looking.”

Slowly, I dragged his pants down his hips. His cock was everything I’d imagined, everything I’d dreamed about. Thick, hard, warm, and smooth. My hand barely fit around it as I pulled it from its warm spot tucked deep in his briefs. He smiled as I stripped him naked, and I gasped at the sight of his arousal, all for me.

“Well?” he asked with a raised brow. “Is everything...up to par?”

“It’s over-the-top extraordinary,” I said, so hungry for him I could barely speak. “Charlie...” I whispered and pressed my hand against his chest.

In the next second, I was utterly lost. His lips slanted over mine, claiming my mouth in a desperate need to possess me, as desperate as my own need. I’d been kissed before, and he wasn’t the first person I’d slept with, but none of my former trysts ever held me like Charlie did. Not one of them made me feel like they wanted all of me, to possess me fully. Charlie made that message loud and clear with every flick of his tongue, every shift of his manly body against mine.

A sigh escaped my lips as his strong hands grasped the small of my waist. This was finally happening. Charlie was finally in my bedroom, in my arms.