Page 28 of Charm Me

“More,” she cried. Her eyes widened as she pulled my mouth to hers. She arched her hips closer, taking what she wanted from me. “Give it all to me.”

“Fuck, woman.” I was powerless to resist her plea. I sank into her until I was completely buried within her tight heat. I stilled as she squeezed around my cock threatening to end this before we hardly got started. She was so warm and wet. So perfect in every way.

Everything about her was amazing and felt so good. She left me feeling desperate and alive. I dared to move, slowly pulling back and this time I was the one to curse at how tight she squeezed around me, sending jolts of pleasure rushing through me.

Her hands trace the hardened muscles of my back before she dug her nails into me. It felt so good I lost control and plunged into her in one hard and fast movement.

“Oh God, yes.” She panted. “Harder.”

She lifted her leg higher around my back so I could loop my arm under her knee to hold it up. I gave her what she wanted. I no longer held back as I pumped in and out of her hard and fast and hoped like hell, I didn’t lose it before I made her come again. I increased my speed and tried to think of anything else but how fucking good this felt as she squeezed the shit out of me.

Her body tightened even more around my cock and I could tell she was close.

But so was I.

“Come for me again, love.” I rocked my pelvis onto her clit, and she let out a low moan. Her eyes were glued to mine as she threaded her fingers into my hair, pulled me down, and kissed me hard. I loved watching her and I wished I could make this last all night.

“Wyatt. Fuck.” She shattered beneath me. Waves of pleasure pulsed through her and I gathered her in my arms, kissing her deeper. I continued pumping into her as her body shook and writhed as I chased my own release.

And then I was coming with her—erupting into flames—and holding her close as we both tremored in the aftershock of our climaxes.

When I caught my breath, I leaned up on an elbow and met her sated gaze. “Damn woman. You are perfection.”

She grinned as I kissed her.

I was lost. In this moment, Zoe owned me. I was hers and hers only and I had no idea how I was going to leave her on Sunday.

***

ZOE’S SOFT AND WARMbody was tucked against me. Her curves practically melted into me, filling up all the empty spaces I didn’t realize I had until now.

I could still feel her pulsing and constricting around me even though we’d disentangled. I would never forget the way she shivered under me, or how her nails cut into my back when I made her come. I hadn’t had sex like that in a long time.

Fuck, I’d never had sex like that before.

Raw. Honest. Intense.

This sassy woman made me feel things in spades.

Desire. Warmth. Laughter. Possessiveness. Need.

More than anything, need. How was it possible to feel this much for her after one rump between the sheets? But dammit, I did.

I loved spending time with her this week, getting to know her better, and meeting her parents. They were a lot like my family, only smaller. Mike and Sarah were the kind of people that would be friends with my parents. And Zoe would give my siblings a run for their money. With her sass and sense of humor, they wouldn’t know what hit them. I’d love to see her render the twins speechless or pull one over on my brothers. Noah especially. He thought he was clever with his jokes and pranks. Something told me Zoe could easily put him in his place.

“Wyatt?” She looked up at me with a curious look on her face. “What’s that smile about.”

“Just thinking about you, love.” It wasn’t a lie, just not the full extent of my thoughts. I wasn’t sure I was ready to tell her all my secret thoughts just yet.

“Oh, yeah?” she whispered. Her hand crept across my chest and she curled around my side, giving me a gentle hug. “What kind of thoughts?”

She lifted her head, looking at me with those big pale blue eyes that lit me up. There was so much strength in her gaze. But there was also vulnerability and if I wasn’t careful, I could hurt my puits d’amour. Instead of answering her question, I showed her.

Because I wasn’t ready to answer her.

And because I was terrified of what this ache in my chest might mean, I did the one thing I could do without saying a word.

I kissed her like it was going to be the last. I slowly eased her over, savoring how small and soft her body was under mine. I branded her. Touching and kissing her like I was leaving a permanent mark on her, letting the world know she was mine.