Page 237 of The Grand Duel
I roll my hips forward onto his mouth, his hot and wet tongue.
He groans in approval and sucks my clit, daring me to go, to go over the edge.
It doesn’t take a lot for this man to bring me to orgasm. Over the past few weeks, he’s learnt new ways, taken note of what I don’t like, and has shown me what I never knew I did.
His head between my legs, him at my mercy and on his knees, it’s become a winner for me, and each time he drops down before me, he pushes me to let go that little bit more.
Knowing it’s what he wants, what I need, I slip my hand into his hair and hold his head against me as I roll my hips forward.
I slip forward off his mouth, and he drags me back over his top lip, matching the pressure at my core with the hold I have on him. I rock forward and back, guiding him, watching him as he watches me. His mouth a shrine to my pleasure, worshiping me in the only way it can whilst I’m gyrating against it, chasing that feeling only the man at my feet has ever been able to give me.
With my orgasm close, Charlie’s mouth glistening, I take a second to remember this moment. The way he looks. The way he looks at me. The way he feels. The way I feel. I lock it away with all the best bits of my life, thankful I found a man who will catch the want in my eye from across a room and then get on his knees and give it to me.
He’s wordless as I come on his perfect mouth, the moment mine. It’s not until he stands, blue eyes piercing, that he speaks. “Do you think they’re looking for us?”
I smile, my cheeks burning.
I reach up and swipe away the mess I’ve made across his face. “Probably.”
I give him my cheek when he dips his head for a kiss, and he chuckles, nuzzling the side of my face and then nibbling my ear lobe. “Do I need to go and wash my face, Lissie girl?”
“You should,” I say, easing back and looking into his eyes. “But the way those women looked at you when you walked in with the boys makes me want to say no.”
He pops a brow. “You’re jealous?”
I roll my eyes. “No.” Yes. Maybe. “I’m just not into sharing you,” I try. “At all.” My cheeks only grow warmer. “Ever.”
His smile is carnal, smug even. “That possessiveness will get you fucked, baby. You can’t tease me like that.” He kisses the corner of my mouth, his hips now pinning me to the wall.
“After,” I tell him, pleading with my eyes. “We’re going to be in so much trouble if we’re late.”
I go to step around him, but he grabs me, wrapping me in his arms from behind. “There’s only one woman in this building that I could describe to you. One dress, one set of eyes, one twisty hairstyle thing.” He tugs on a strand of my hair. “One heartbeat, Lis. One woman. You.”
I twist my neck to look up at him, his eyes softer now, the sincerity in them making my chest ache.
“If you could see what happens inside of me whenever I look at you, you wouldn’t care about the meaningless eyes and whispers.” He lets me go and links our fingers, smoothing a hand down his front. “You’d know you have me. Completely.”
He pushes out through the little side door and all eyes turn to us.
I suck in a sharp intake of breath, my eyes widening.
His hand tightens around mine, and then he guides me to where Lucy told me I had to sit today—beside her business partner in the second row, right behind her bridesmaids.
Everyone knows we’ve just been up to no good, it’s obvious by the looks on their faces, and no matter what Charlie told me moments ago, it’s impossible not to feel utterly mortified.
What will they think of me?
I don’t want to embarrass him.
When we reach my designated seat, he lingers, and I lift my head to meet his hungry gaze.
He leans in, demanding my lips in a drawn out, claiming kiss.
My face catches fire at the thought of what that mouth did to me moments ago, of the way he’s just kissed me knowing every eye in the room is on us.
He smiles as he steps away, a rumbling chuckle following from deep in his chest.
I want to die.