Page 94 of The Fire Went Wild
“Yeah.” She pulls away and gazes up at me, her eyes dark with lust.
“How do you want to thank me?”
There’s a long, agonizing pause before Charlotte answers.
“I thought I could go to sleep. And then you could do whatever you want with me.”
For a minute, it’s like all the air rushes out of the room, and I think that if I want to breathe, then I have to kiss her—this beautiful, broken Hunter who’s gone thirty years without knowing what she is.
“Are you sure?” I say softly. “Even—here?”
She blushes so deeply I can practically feel the heat radiating off her skin. “I’m sure if you’re quiet?—”
“Sawyer will know what’s going on.”
I watch her eyes widen, and I sense how the thought excites her.
“He won’t say anything to you because he’s just enough of a gentleman,” I add. “He was raised by his mother. But I don’t know if he’ll tell Edie or not.”
Charlotte’s blush deepens. “Edie already knows,” she mumbles. “I asked her if it was okay.”
Now it’s my turn to blush. “And she said it was?”
“Of course.” Charlotte looks up at me. “Please, Jaxon. I want this. I want to give this gift to you. I feel—I feelrightfor the first time in my life.”
I move closer to her, testing her. She doesn’t pull away: Not when I cup her face, and not when I pull her into a kiss, plying her mouth open with my tongue. Her body’s hot to the touch, all her blood pumping furiously through her veins. “Are you even going to fall asleep, little Hunter?” I breathe into her ear as I slowly coax her down onto the mattress. “Or will you be too excited?”
“We had wine and weed,” she says. “And I’m exhausted.” She looks over at me, her lids heavy. “I think I’ll manage.”
I sweep my gaze down over her body, lingering on the place where her tits spill out over the top of her dress. I tug the neckline down, and she wriggles a little beneath my touch.
“You should undress,” I say. “Easy access.”
Her lips part at that, and she rubs her thighs together like she’s trying to get at her clit. I bite back a smile.
“Maybe you can help me?” She pushes up on her elbows, pushing those glorious tits up toward my face. “Like when you took my panties off for me?”
“You were chained up then, if I recall correctly.”
“And now I’m too tired,” she says with a pout, falling back on the pillow. “I could justfall asleepright here?—”
I attack her, yanking the dress down hard enough that something tears. Charlotte yelps and glares at me.
“Sorry!”Stupid, stupid. You know how strong you are. “I didn’t?—”
“It’s fine.” Charlotte wriggles her shoulders, and I pull the dress down around her waist. Her tits are gorgeous in her bra. They’ll be even more gorgeous in the moonlight. “I know how to sew. I can fix it. But maybe?—”
She rolls onto her stomach beneath me, revealing a bunched-up zipper. “You can start there?”
I draw the zipper down, then guide her up so I can slide the dress around her waist and hips. She moves with me, pliable but heavy, like she really is on the verge of falling asleep. Once the dress is off, I unhook her bra and slide the straps down her arms, then roll her onto her back again so I can toss the stupid thing across the room.
Charlotte breathes deeply, her breasts trembling. I was right; they are gorgeous in the moonlight, and I run my palms over them, pressing into her hardened nipples.
“Are you going to pretend I’m dead?” she asks softly.
The question startles me. Embarrasses me a little, too, because—honestly, yes. I probably am. Now that I’m familiar with the warmth of her body, it’ll be fun to pretend it’s colder than it should be, fun to try and ignore her fluttering, sleeping heart.
I force myself to meet her gaze before I answer, though. “Why do you ask?”