Total pages in book: 176
Estimated words: 164533 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 823(@200wpm)___ 658(@250wpm)___ 548(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 164533 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 823(@200wpm)___ 658(@250wpm)___ 548(@300wpm)
“What?” I asked, eyebrows narrowing.
Jo gave a pleased little shrug. “You and my niece spending time together. I just like it, is all.”
Oh, she was going to be insufferable with this new knowledge, I could tell. Oddly, though, I couldn’t find it in myself to be annoyed. I was still flying high off the fact that I’d made Charli come, and I was intent on doing it again before the night was through.
It wasn’t until after we’d consumed our weight in poppadoms, mint chutney, and lamb madras that I found myself alone with her in the kitchen. Charli had nominated herself to clean up, and I’d volunteered to help. Nuala, Derek, and Tristan had all gone home, and Padraig and Jo were putting their feet up in the living room, watching a movie.
“Today was a good day,” Charli said, smiling at me as she put some plates in the cupboard.
“Agreed,” I answered back, drying off the final glass and setting the dishcloth aside before I reached out and laced my fingers through hers. “But it’s not over yet.”
“It isn’t?” she asked, her voice tinged with curiosity as I led her into the pantry and pulled her body flush with mine to gaze down at her.
“Not by a long shot.”
32.
Charli
The pantry door closed over with a soft click as Rhys lowered to his knees in front of me for the second time that day.
“Good memories in this room,” he said with a sinful smile.
“What? Oh, yes. Memories,” I replied, incredibly flustered. We were standing in almost the exact same spot where we’d lost our virginity to one another over sixteen years ago, and I was a little overwhelmed.
“Shall we make another one?” he went on, eyes hooded, and tingles danced along my spine.
“S-sure.”
“You’ll have to be quiet, though,” he warned in a low, gravelly voice that had my pulse spiking.
“Rhys, what are you—”
Before I could finish the question, he was lifting the long, calf length skirt I’d changed into when I got home from work. I’d also donned fresh underwear, which I was glad for since Rhys was kissing his way up my inner thigh and making my brain turn to mush. My back met the wall, and I exhaled a shaky breath.
It had been a whirlwind of a day. I’d spent the hours after lunch in a state of blissful disbelief at what had happened in Rhys’ office. But I also felt good about it. Really good. I was proud that even though I’d been nervous and stammering, I’d asked him for what I wanted. He’d agreed to give it to me without prerequisites.
He’d said I could “use him” for however long I needed, and though the idea of using another person didn’t exactly sit right, it felt liberating to know I could touch Rhys if I wanted to and that he would touch me if I asked for it.
I hadn’t exactly asked for this, but perhaps Rhys could read minds because I’d certainly spent a lot of time daydreaming about it. He’d always known the exact right places to touch me to drive me wild. Back when we were both fumbling, inexperienced teenagers, we’d taken the time to learn each other’s bodies, what the other one liked. And I’d known as soon as Rhys’ hand slid past my underwear while I’d sat on his lap during lunch that he still remembered exactly how to please me.
His kisses on my inner thigh paused, his breath hot against my sex, and I groaned. “Don’t stop.”
He gazed up at me, blue eyes bright. A devilish smirk graced his lips. The fabric of my skirt was bunched up around my waist and spilling about his shoulders. “I have no intention of stopping, Charlotte.”
My full name on his tongue did something wonderful and swirly to my stomach. Rhys’ large hands gripped the elastic of my underwear as he deftly tugged them down my legs. I stepped out of the panties, vaguely aware of him shoving them in his pocket before his mouth lowered. He licked at me, and I lost the ability to think, my head thumping softly against the wall. His hand went to the back of my knee, and I froze briefly. His warm fingers skimmed close to an old scar. I was thankful for the dark room because Rhys seeing that scar might throw a dampener on things, and I didn’t want to stop. Not when I was already so turned on. I managed to relax, and his grip was firm as he encouraged me to lift my leg over his shoulder. I happily obliged, granting him better access and his tongue lazily circled my clit.
I moaned.
One hand slapped me lightly on the ass as his eyes flicked up in reprimand, “Quieter,” he scolded though it looked like he was holding back a satisfied smile when his mouth returned to me, his expert tongue working its magic.