Her chest heaved with each breath. I was almost afraid to move, praying like hell this wasn’t a dream, and I was really about to sink into the woman of my dreams again. Literally. Scratching a seven-year itch that had been a long time in the making. She was in my dreams all the time. Even when I had been dating other women and slept next to them, Charlie always filled my dreams.
More like haunted them.
The corners of her mouth rose into a smirk. “What are you waiting for? An invitation?”
Leaning in, I brushed my lips across hers. “One would be nice.”
Her tongue slid over her soft pink lips before her eyes went from my mouth to my intense gaze. She struggled with something internally.
“We should talk first,” she said with a shaky voice.
“About?”
Her eyes closed and she seemed to be trying to get a hold of her emotions.
“I need … there’s something I need to tell you. Ask you, really.”
When her eyes opened, her gaze fell to my mouth.
“Tell me you don’t want me, Charlie. Because I can feel this between us. Fuck, it never left. We’ve just been stupid and ignored it.”
Her expression was unsure. I ran my tongue along my lower lip and then pulled my lip in between my teeth. Charlie’s breath hitched. I remembered she told me that weekend how sexy she thought it was when I did that.
“We … should talk …”
“The only talking I want to hear from you in the next few minutes is you telling me to fuck you harder.”
Her chest heaved. I placed my hands on either side of her, gripping onto the counter, caging her in.
Charlie’s eyes were filled with conflict. It should have been a damn warning, but it fueled me on instead.
She slowly shook her head and whispered, “I’m … I’m supposed to be seducing you.”
My brow lifted. “Does it really matter? Tell me right now, Charlie. Tell me what you want.”
She pressed her lips tightly together before she finally whispered, “I want you, Tucker. I’ve never not wanted you.”
Closing my eyes, I whispered, “Finally.”
THE ROOM FELT like it was tilting from side to side. What in the hell was happening?
Note to self: Tucker is better at this whole seducing thing than I am.
When he lifted his hand behind him and pulled his shirt off, I nearly fell to the floor. His body had been amazing seven years ago, and I’d seen him without his shirt on since. But now, with my mind thinking only about sex, I was dying to have him inside of me. My eyes ravaged his beautiful body.
Sweet Jesus. How often did this guy work out? His muscles seemed to have muscles.
“Keep eye-fucking me like that, Charlie, and I’m going to come before I even get to pump a few times inside of you.”
“Jesus,” I whispered. When did he become a dirty talker? I liked it. A hell of a lot more than I should.
Lily’s voice decided now would be the perfect time to enter my mind. Her telling me to be honest with Tucker. Tell him I needed to marry someone to keep the position within my company. But would he go along with it? Would he do this for me even when I hurt him so bad all those years ago?
He seemed to be over it and with the way he tried to rip my clothes off, I started to think seducing him would be easier than I had initially thought. Hell, he was the one who came over here after this morning. Clearly he wanted me as much as I wanted him.
“Christ, baby, I need to be inside of you.”
When his hand slipped into my cotton pants and then my panties, my mind went blank. The only thing I could think about was his fingers slipping inside me while he held my other leg up, opening me up to him more.