The Set Up (64 page)

She giggles and my heart skips a beat.

I really fucking love that sound.

“That tickles.” She laughs from inside our cocoon.

I bury my stubble-covered face in her neck and suck on the spot behind her ear that I know doesn’t tickle, but turns her on.

There’s so much I know about her and so much more I want to learn.

Her breathing picks up the minute my lips apply a little more pressure. She definitely isn’t ticklish in that spot—the sounds she’s making assure me of that.

“This doesn’t tickle, does it?” I murmur in her ear, knowing for a fact that the more I suck, the wetter she’ll get.

“Maybe it does,” she answers, and her voice sounds breathy.
Turned on.

I laugh. “Give it up now, Charlotte. I know I’m right.”

“How do you know that?”

“Because,” I answer, “I know that it makes you drip for me.”

Her hands fly to her face. “Oh, my God, you have such a dirty mouth.”

“And you can’t get enough of it,” I growl, taking her lips with a swooping kiss.

She kisses me back with all she has. And she has so much to give. I want to be able to open her up and help her let her past go, the way I have been able to because of her, but she’s not there yet.

I can wait.

Choosing to focus on what works between us, and not what needs work, is the road I’ve decided to take. Very grown up choice for a guy with a
fuck this
attitude. That is why I refuse to dwell on what happened yesterday—that I’d found the courage to tell her I love her, feelings I’ve never had for anyone and words I can’t ever remember telling anyone—and she shut down.

I’m not thinking about that today.

“Now admit that when I kiss you behind the ear, you get wet for me.”

All I get is a shake of the head.

“I’ll bet you that blow job you promised me yesterday that I’m right.”

She rolls her eyes. Actually rolls her eyes. “Of course you would.”

To prove my point, I suck on that spot until she moans and then I swipe my finger across her very wet pussy and bring it to my lips. “See, soaking wet.” I grin and insert my finger in my mouth, tasting all of her sweetness.

She stares at me with those wild blue eyes. Her breathing ramped, her cheeks flushed, and her body amped up.

And then just for fun, I take my finger and rub it over those lush lips, and stare back at her, waiting for her to admit I was right.

I give her some time. I know she’s tired. We stayed up late and woke early reliving the experience that took place on the boat. Over and over we brought each other to climax, and every time was just as spectacular as the last.

Time running out, I nip at her earlobe, “Say it.”

She narrows her eyes at me.

“Say it.”

With a huff, she finally admits, “You were right, I’m not ticklish there. Are you happy?”

Close enough.

Satisfied, I roll my raging erection and myself onto my back, more than ready for some more action. But when I pull the sheet from our heads, I blink at the brightness of the daylight and jump up. “Fuck, what time is it?”

She burrows out of the sheet and crawls up on her stomach. “I don’t know, when we woke up it was still dark.”

Finding her cellphone on the dresser, I look at it. “Phew, it’s only seven thirty. I have to meet the guys downtown at nine though, so we’re going to have to hurry.”

She too jumps out of bed. “Oh, shit,” she swears, and she never swears.

I cock my head curiously with a grin.

She pulls one of my t-shirts over her head. “I’m going to be late for work on my first day back.”

Bending over in uncontrollable laughter, I manage to say, “You’re going to be more than a little late because you still owe me that blow job, and this,” I point down to my saluting cock, “needs some attention.”

“Rain check for tonight?” she offers sheepishly.

I shake my head no, and point once again.

This can’t wait.

With her freckles bright, her eyes narrowed, and her hair a beautiful mess of tangles, she says, “How about I watch you jerk off in the shower while I get ready?”

Incredulous, I say, “I don’t jerk off in the shower.”

“Yes, you do. I saw you.”

“Excuse me?” I manage, knowing I haven’t jerked off in weeks, and not at all since she’s been in my bed.

Fuck, I haven’t had to.

With a shrug, she scurries across the hall and into the bathroom, leaving the door open behind her.

Both laughing and practically crying with humor, I compose myself and follow her. “When exactly did you see me in the shower?”

Already at the sink brushing her teeth, she talks around a mouth full of toothpaste. “Maybe you could forget I even mentioned that?”

Caging her in, I whisper in her ear, “Tell me.”

Setting her toothbrush down, she turns.

My hands on either side of her hot little body, I say again, “Tell me.” I know I’m rattling her, and honestly it doesn’t really matter, I’m not embarrassed.
Just very curious
. I mean, come on, guys jerk off all the time. They put a loose fist around an erect penis and stimulate their genitalia. It’s been going on since the beginning of time. In high school we learned about healthy strokes for Christ’s sake. Don’t do it in the prone position, limit how often you do it standing up, you should be on your back. Really? Does it matter? Masturbation is masturbation.

She covers her eyes with her hands. “I can’t. It’s too embarrassing.”

Taking her hands from her face, I hold onto them. “Never be embarrassed around me.”

She sighs. “Okay . . . but I don’t want you to get upset.”

I pin her up against the counter. “Does this feel like a man who’s getting upset?”

Her cheeks turn pink as she blurts out, “The day we went biking and came here afterwards, you went to take a shower. Someone was buzzing to come up, so I was going to knock and ask you what you wanted me to do. The bathroom door was open a crack and when I looked in, I saw you. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have watched.”

“It’s okay,” I grin.

“I’m really sorry,” she says again.

Giving her a break, I don’t pressure her to finish her story. I remember the day well. The pent-up sexual energy that had been building. The need to release it before I spent any more time with her because I knew moving too fast wasn’t the right move. Although I don’t ask her to go on, I am curious. “Tell me,” I say running my hands down her body. “Did you like it?” My voice is huskier than I mean it to be.

The small noise that eeps out her throat gives me her answer before she even speaks. “Yes, I did.”

“Enough that you’d want to see it again?” I’d rather have the blowjob, but her mindset isn’t there so I’ll take this option.

She risks a glance down toward my groin. “Yes.”

That’s all it takes.

I can’t help myself.

When I’m with her, I feel like a shark that has just tasted blood in the water; all I want is more, more, more.

With a few steps back, I turn the water on and step under the lukewarm spray. Once my body is wet and the water warmer, I run a slow hand over my stomach and down to my thighs before firmly settling my cock in my fist. Then I start to pump it slowly from base to crown and down again as she watches me. Up, down, up, down, up down.

She looks mesmerized and I’d do this every day for her just to see the look I’m seeing on her face right now.

I lean back against the wall, the water dripping down my chin, onto my chest, and right down to my cock. This time when my hand slides down, I give my balls a squeeze.

She swallows a moan.

“Take your shirt off,” I whisper in a voice rough-edged with need.

If I needed to jerk off, it would be to her face, her body, and the thought of her tight little pussy clenching around my cock, so why not see the real thing.

Her eyes flash and then without hesitation, she pulls the cotton over her head and steps closer. The room fills with steam, but not enough to block my vision of her perfect tits and heavenly body.

The sight of her standing there picture perfect, my back arches and my head tips back, water splashing me as I continue to stroke my cock slowly, much more slowly than when she saw me last time.

Slow turns into fast when I look over at her and see her run her hands over her breasts and down her body. She stops to watch me as my cock disappears inside my curled fingers, watches how I add a little extra stroke around the head when I notice her breathing pick up, and then when her hand moves between her legs, I give a stroke to my balls.

Rubbing soap onto my palm, I back myself up against the wall.

Half a minute later, she steps into the shower, all harsh pants and biting her lip. Sexy as fuck.

Just looking at her has me losing control. My fist pumps faster, slick with lube, and my hips rise and fall to meet every thrust until I can’t hold on any longer. “Come for me,” I breathe.

She nods and takes her clit between her thumb and fingers and squeezes, rubs, circles.

My breath bursts out of me and I find myself biting my own lip.

I’m hand fucking myself even faster now.

When she steps closer to me, I use both hands, and this time when my breath bursts out of me in a groan that’s too loud for this small space, I can’t hold it back. “Oh, fuck,” I cry. “Oh, Charlotte.”

Words tumble from her lips. Her mouth falls open. Her face contorts into pleasure. And I can tell she’s coming.

I am too.

Hot wetness spatters. It pumps out of me in two hard spurts. The rest surges over my hand as I cup the head of my cock and stroke a few last times.

My eyes never leave hers, she watches every single move I make, and as the water washes away my evidence of desire for her, I reach for her. Bring her trembling body to my chest. Press her face to my skin. Stroke her hair. And the entire time the words
I love you
sit on my tongue.

When both of our beating hearts calm, we wash, and then I pull the lever, shutting off the water.

“See, that didn’t take that much time,” I joke, grabbing some towels.

She smiles at me. “Maybe next time we’re in a hurry we could just do it in the shower.”

With a raised brow, I wrap a towel around my waist. “Is that your way of telling me masturbation is off the table?”

“Maybe. I like your hands on me more than I like my own,” she admits, “but I really liked watching you.”

Laughing at her honesty, my response is simple. “Anytime you want to watch me, just let me know.”

Wrapping a towel around her, I want to dry her, pat the water away, and lick the excess drops, but we both have to start our day. She needs to head upstairs and I have an auction to get to.

It’s a big day.

By eight twenty she’s kissing me quickly. “You sure you don’t mind if I don’t go with you today?”

“I’m sure. It will be over quick and we could really use you here to post the announcement as soon as it happens.”

“I’ll be watching the news.” She smiles with a lift on her toes and another peck to my cheek. “Good luck,” she says and then heads up the stairs. “Oh, and Jasper,” she calls.

I look up.

“I’m so proud of you,” she says blowing me kiss.

I shoot her a wink. Pride swells within me and I think I might be turning a little pink. Talk about being a sissy. After I watch her disappear into the loft, I’m grabbing my keys and cellphone to head out the door. Just as I’m about to open it, I hear someone put a key in the lock. I pull the door open to see Will standing in front of me looking like shit. “What are you doing here?” I ask. “We said we’d meet downtown.”

Walking by me, he heads for the stairs. “I left you a message earlier that I was coming by first. I need to grab some papers off my desk.”

Not looking me in the eye doesn’t get past me and an uneasy feeling moves through me. “What’s going on?”

The click of his dress shoes on the spiral staircase leading to the loft is my only response.

Upstairs, I hear voices—him and Charlotte speaking—and then he’s coming back down the stairs with a folder in his hand.

Breezing by me, he raises his arm. “See you there.”

No way I’m letting it go this easy. I’m on his heels. “Hold on, I’ll ride over with you.”

Scoffing, he tries to dissuade me. “I have some calls to make.”

“Then I’ll drive and you can do whatever it is you have to do.”

He sighs. “Whatever, your choice.”

I already made it.