Free Charleston Past Midnight by Christine Edwards Page A

the length of gleaming wood I ask hesitantly, “Are we alone?”
    Keeping his eyes dead ahead on the door at the end of the hall, he says softly, “Yes, Calla, tonight we are.”
    I swallow and try my best to coordinate my shaky steps as we enter his spacious room that’s larger than both my bedroom and living room combined. I slip my hand from his, and not quite able to meet his intent stare, say in a whisper, “I’d really like to shower.”
    “Of course, this way.” He places his palm on my lower back and guides me through his bedroom to a tall door. Reaching around me, he opens it and steps back, saying quietly, “Everything you need should be inside. I’ll go for your things now. Take your time.”
    I tilt my chin up and my lips part at how painfully gorgeous he is. Somehow I manage to push out, “All right.”
    He brings his hand up to stroke the length of my long ponytail one time before saying, “I won’t be long, and when I return I will explain what’s happening.”
    I nod and head into the bathroom of the enigmatic vampire who is offering me his protection. How it is possible for life to be this impossibly complex?
    * * *
    I could’ve easily stayed in the vast granite shower all night long. The wide circular showerhead eased away all the shoulder strain from working that long double shift. With a fluffy white towel wrapped around me from the top of my chest to my knees, I do my best to work his bristle brush through my hair. If he’s not back already, he should be soon, and I can’t seem to get a grip on my aching need. Twice I gave into temptation and let my fingers drop down to play between my slick lips, which are throbbing incessantly for his touch.
    I stare into the mirror, my face glowing with lust as my heart hammers in my chest. How long can I possibly hide it from him before he picks up on it?
    “Calla?”
    I jump a bit when I hear his distinctive voice call to me from the opposite side of the door. I reach out and twist the knob, nearly holding my breath in anticipation of seeing him again. The door swings open and I completely fail at covering up how badly I want him.
    My face lifts to meet his and inside of two seconds his sexy eyes flicker to onyx black. He knows  …. In the woods, before he took me down, they were terrifying. Now they’re astonishing. I shiver as my already damp pussy becomes drenched and clenches tightly in anticipation of everything he has to offer.
    I stagger back a step and gasp as the towel is roughly ripped down and tossed carelessly behind him. I offer up no resistance because even my relentless fantasies of him have fallen far short of this vibrating, delicious reality.
    He closes in on me fast, trapping me tightly against the wall where I am caged by his tremendous frame. His cool, polite façade is gone, replaced by that of a wicked male who’s about to take me for his pleasure alone. My nipples are pressing against his shirt and I shudder as I look down to watch him impatiently working the buckle of his leather belt. Once it’s undone he pops the buttons on his jeans and hastily shoves them down his sculpted legs. My nude body trembles against him as I watch, nearly mesmerized as his gorgeous cock jerks toward me in greedy anticipation. Its size and thickness makes my eyes spring wide open, and if I was remotely rational right now, I’d be terrified, but my brain is overloaded with the desperate urge for him to fuck me senseless.
    “Oh!”
    Huge palms waste no time lifting me high up by the back of my thighs before pinning me roughly against the cool slate wall. There is no gentleness or kindness in his touch. It is one thread away from base and animalistic and it’s making my mind spin in absolute chaos. His mouth descends to cover mine in searing ownership as his slick tongue slides between my lips, seeking out, and demanding entrance. I feel my hair drag against the wall as I’m lowered down onto his searing, rigid sex .
    I moan against his mouth