Free Sweet Charity by Lauren Dane Page A

bread in my mom’s kitchen. It just took me by surprise.”
    “A bad surprise?”
    No, a good one. He’d liked how she looked there, her face lit with laughter as she’d worked next to his two favorite women in the world.
    “No. Why would you say that? I was on my way to see you, why would seeing you be a bad thing?”
    “Okay, okay. You’re just so touchy! I didn’t know. I don’t want to eat anymore. I want to have sex.” She turned those green eyes his way and he felt it straight to his toes.
    He nearly choked to death on his pad thai as she calmly asked for, and received, boxes for their food and packed it away.
    He managed to pay and not get into an accident on the way back to her place and thankfully, she stayed over on her side of the truck so he could halfway think.
    “I liked seeing you in my mom’s kitchen tonight, your hands in the bread, a bit of your hair had escaped the ponytail and you blew it out of your face. You even had a spot of flour on your cheek. All in all, pretty damned hot.” It wasn’t candlelight and romance but she deserved to know part of what she did to him.
    He pulled into a parking spot and she scooted over, sliding into his lap to face him. “You know, I can be so mad at you one minute and then you make me all melty the next.”
    “I’m about to make you a lot more melty,” he said in a low growl. “Let’s go.”
    “Do you really want to? You know, you’re not the only one who has a bit of kink in his laces.” She leaned back a bit and ran her hands up her torso, over her breasts, giving in to a little sigh of satisfaction as she touched her nipples. All he heard was his struggle for breath and the white noise of what was most likely an impending stroke.
    “Oh yeah? What else have you got then?” he asked her, watching her every move.
    She pulled her sweater up and off, facing him, those luscious breasts barely covered by a lacy bra.
    “Show me your breasts. Touch your nipples for me.” Hell, his voice sounded hoarse even to his own ears.
    He heard her swallow, but then she obeyed, leaning into him to reach around and unhook her bra, sliding it down her arms, her breasts jiggling a bit with the movement. She wet her fingers, her eyes locked on his, and played her thumb and forefinger against her nipples, churning her hips over his cock.
    The scent of her body filled the cab of the truck.
    “I wish you had a skirt on. I’d have you finger yourself right here in the open. But since you don’t, pull your sweater back on so I can get you inside. Then we’ll continue this.”
    She moved, slow and graceful, to get her sweater on. Once that was done, he simply grabbed her about the waist and hauled her from the truck with him and headed to her front door.
    She stood, waiting for him to lead her and it nearly felled him.
    “Get naked for me.” He moved to sit on her couch, turning on the lamp and watching her expose every beautiful inch of her skin. When she was done, she released her hair from the ponytail and he shivered at the sight of it falling around her shoulders.
    He leaned back. “Come here, sit on my lap.”
    She knew what he wanted, sat on him, spreading her thighs outside his, her breasts just inches from his mouth. He caressed up her thighs, into the curve of her waist, took the weight of her breasts, thumbing over her nipples until she made soft sounds at the back of her throat.
    “I love the way your pussy smells. Almost as good as it tastes.” He circled her clit with his middle finger and then traced over her lips before kissing her.
    “Every time I even think of you, you make me wet,” she whispered against his mouth as he moved from the kiss.
    “Christ,” he hissed. The mixture of her, of Charity, sweet but with this naughty side got to him, dug under his skin. “Touch your pussy. Make yourself come for me.”
    He couldn’t look away from the descent of one hand down her belly. He sucked in air as she spread herself open enough to play