They’d end up in his condo. The luxury and apparent wealth within its walls was one feeling she could have done without.
The single nod was enough for Charlie. Taking her by the elbow as if she’d try to make a hasty escape like a butterfly might, he turned off the bike’s ignition and pulled out the key. Absolute silence reigned, and his ears rang.
As was his habit, he was taking charge. He wouldn’t allow Roxie to dictate to him, although, he wondered where she have taken him if he hadn’t been in such a hurry to take care of their wild needs. He dislodged his helmet from his head then set it on the seat along with hers. If he picked her up in his arms and carried his prize across the threshold, would she complain? He suspected she would and refrained from the euphoric action.
Out of habit, he scanned the condos and the countryside quickly before, still cupping her elbow, he ushered her into the condo. Her mouth didn’t drop open in astonishment as he expected, which caused him to wonder again. Who was Roxie really and where did she come from?
As soon as they were inside, and the door was locked, which Charlie made it a great point to remember, she pushed him back against the cool wall, crushing him between it and her soft body. Even through the solid leather, he felt her quiver, and he swore her nipples were hard against his chest.
“I want you,” she said, slipping the jacket from his shoulders. He helped her by shrugging out from the sleeves, and although normally he’d have folded it and set it on the back of a chair, this time he didn’t care. All his thoughts and every part of him were fully focused on Roxie, his angel of salvation. Her fingers nimbly unfastened the buttons of his shirt then she pressed her lips against his as she caressed his bare chest with her warm palms. His erection strained for release, and when she reached his belt buckle and freed him, he moaned with relief.
“I wanted you from the moment I first saw you,” she said, her voice laden with silken huskiness.
Charlie stretched his hand toward the zipper of her leather jacket, but she pushed him away.
“Later, you’ll get your turn. For now, you’re all mine. Every single inch of you.”
He thrilled at the notion that forceful, gorgeous Roxie was once again in charge. “You know normally I’m the one who takes care of my woman.”
She paused as she unzipped his trousers. It was as if a light switch had been turned off. Roxie moistened first her lower lip then her upper. Her eyes were wild and frightened.
Uh-oh. He’d said words she didn’t want to hear. Most women were excited at a wealthy man calling the shots and at being called “my woman”, but not Roxie.
Her exasperated gaze raked his face and pinned his eyes. “Charles Vernon, I’m only your woman for the night. You’d best leave it at that.”
Which was another confirmation that she was hiding something. Your will be done, as long as you hurry, Roxie, whoever you really might be. In other words, I shouldn’t expect more than what I’m getting. But you’ve clearly stated this is a short-term relationship of one night. I can understand that. A woman who’s on the run or covering up something doesn’t want anyone or anything holding her down.
Roxie witnessed the recognition of the boundaries she’d set on Charlie’s face, and satisfied that he understood where they were, she lifted her face to his and kissed him. If he had been unyielding, she’d have left right away, but he returned the prelude to sex in a practiced manner, just the way she liked her men to be. Of all the silly choices, why did she have to meddle with Charlie Vernon? Didn’t he have a variety of sources to help him at his fingertips? Couldn’t she have been attracted to someone else? Why did it have to be a prominent lawyer who was wealthy and reminded her of the luxurious lifestyle she’d left behind?
Her tongue laved each of his lips. He tasted fresh, of a hint of
The single nod was enough for Charlie. Taking her by the elbow as if she’d try to make a hasty escape like a butterfly might, he turned off the bike’s ignition and pulled out the key. Absolute silence reigned, and his ears rang.
As was his habit, he was taking charge. He wouldn’t allow Roxie to dictate to him, although, he wondered where she have taken him if he hadn’t been in such a hurry to take care of their wild needs. He dislodged his helmet from his head then set it on the seat along with hers. If he picked her up in his arms and carried his prize across the threshold, would she complain? He suspected she would and refrained from the euphoric action.
Out of habit, he scanned the condos and the countryside quickly before, still cupping her elbow, he ushered her into the condo. Her mouth didn’t drop open in astonishment as he expected, which caused him to wonder again. Who was Roxie really and where did she come from?
As soon as they were inside, and the door was locked, which Charlie made it a great point to remember, she pushed him back against the cool wall, crushing him between it and her soft body. Even through the solid leather, he felt her quiver, and he swore her nipples were hard against his chest.
“I want you,” she said, slipping the jacket from his shoulders. He helped her by shrugging out from the sleeves, and although normally he’d have folded it and set it on the back of a chair, this time he didn’t care. All his thoughts and every part of him were fully focused on Roxie, his angel of salvation. Her fingers nimbly unfastened the buttons of his shirt then she pressed her lips against his as she caressed his bare chest with her warm palms. His erection strained for release, and when she reached his belt buckle and freed him, he moaned with relief.
“I wanted you from the moment I first saw you,” she said, her voice laden with silken huskiness.
Charlie stretched his hand toward the zipper of her leather jacket, but she pushed him away.
“Later, you’ll get your turn. For now, you’re all mine. Every single inch of you.”
He thrilled at the notion that forceful, gorgeous Roxie was once again in charge. “You know normally I’m the one who takes care of my woman.”
She paused as she unzipped his trousers. It was as if a light switch had been turned off. Roxie moistened first her lower lip then her upper. Her eyes were wild and frightened.
Uh-oh. He’d said words she didn’t want to hear. Most women were excited at a wealthy man calling the shots and at being called “my woman”, but not Roxie.
Her exasperated gaze raked his face and pinned his eyes. “Charles Vernon, I’m only your woman for the night. You’d best leave it at that.”
Which was another confirmation that she was hiding something. Your will be done, as long as you hurry, Roxie, whoever you really might be. In other words, I shouldn’t expect more than what I’m getting. But you’ve clearly stated this is a short-term relationship of one night. I can understand that. A woman who’s on the run or covering up something doesn’t want anyone or anything holding her down.
Roxie witnessed the recognition of the boundaries she’d set on Charlie’s face, and satisfied that he understood where they were, she lifted her face to his and kissed him. If he had been unyielding, she’d have left right away, but he returned the prelude to sex in a practiced manner, just the way she liked her men to be. Of all the silly choices, why did she have to meddle with Charlie Vernon? Didn’t he have a variety of sources to help him at his fingertips? Couldn’t she have been attracted to someone else? Why did it have to be a prominent lawyer who was wealthy and reminded her of the luxurious lifestyle she’d left behind?
Her tongue laved each of his lips. He tasted fresh, of a hint of
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