I rolled my hips back and forth, feeling him, and then feeling his fingers as they dipped inside.

“Reese,” I gasped as I started to ride his hand. “Please.” An ache.

“Go.”

I held on to his shoulders, and his hand moved down to my back. He urged me on. “Ride me. Come on. Come, Charlie. Come for me.”

He sat back, his gaze molten as he took me in, his hand gripping my thigh and moving with me. I rode him as his fingers thrust in and out, moving inside of me until the climax started. I came on his fingers, my entire body jerking. I couldn’t move for a second after, and he held me, hugging me to his chest.

He chuckled softly in my ear before he started pressing kisses to my shoulder, my forehead, my cheek. He dipped, finding my lips, and then moved down to my throat again. With each kiss, he was warming me, growing more insistent.

I could feel him. He was still hard. His fingers slid out, but he was right there, pressing up against me. Still in his pants, he rasped next to my ear, “I need to be inside of you. Right now.”

“A condom?”

“In my bag.”

I was clean. I was on birth control, which he knew. I looked up at him. “Are you clean?”

He nodded, but I still saw hesitation on his face. He told me once he never went raw. And I understood why. He was a professional athlete. Wrapping it up was vital for them, but I didn’t care right now.

All logic had fled my mind, and I reached down for him, tunneling through his pants to find him.

He hissed, his hips jerking up at my touch.

I wrapped my hand around him, giving a slight squeeze, just enough to torment him. Then I began stroking. I wasn’t timid about it. I had a good grip, and I knew just the way to touch him to make him go mindless with desire—the same way he had made me feel.

Cursing, his mouth dropped over mine. “Can we do this bare? I need to feel you.”

I paused. It was my decision now.

I couldn’t say anything, but I couldn’t stop touching him either.

He grabbed my hand, pausing me. “Charlie, I need to know.” His hand went to my hair, taking ahold of the back of my head, and moving my mouth against his. “What do you want? I’m clean. I know you are too. It’s your decision.”

The temptation was strong. But… “Are you sure?”

“God, baby.” His tongue moved over me. “I am so fucking sure.”

Lust skyrocketed through me, and I was nodding before I realized I was nodding.

He lifted me up, and we both clawed to get my pants off, until I was bare. As he lowered me down, I yanked at his pants until he stood before me.