Free Charlie's Angel by Aurora Rose Lynn Page A

together.
    Charlie’s strokes were shorter. He rode his own wave of happiness. With bated breath, she waited, but her self-control disappeared in the face of the pure pleasure of climax. A long, guttural groan, then the world fell away, replaced by sheer, tumultuous sensation. Rock faces split apart, the sky became blood red, and grass was bluer than the water in a clear lake. Then, except for the pounding of Charlie’s heart intermingling with that of her own, there was silence.

 
     
     
     
    Chapter Four
     
     
    Charlie’s orgasm had been the most sustained and the most spectacular of his life. And he wanted another with Roxie. Her eyes were closed and her cheeks flushed a bright pink. Her eyelashes fluttered like tiny, dark wings. Had the sex been as good for her as it had been for him? He certainly hoped so. If she stayed with him—
    That could never happen, he thought morosely. Lifting his head onto one elbow, he brushed wild strands of hair from her face.
    “Hmm?”
    He laughed softly at her drowsy response. “I was thinking I’d like you to stay all night.”
    Her eyes flashed open. Was there a hint of alarm in the depths of her blue eyes? Swiftly, her expression changed to one of regret.
    “I can’t. I’m on the early shift tomorrow.” She took a peek at her watch. The leather strap was fairly new, he noted, and the face was surrounded by small zircon imitation diamonds. “It’s almost midnight. I’ve got to go.” She pushed away, and sat on the edge of the bed.
    Her long hair, falling down her naked back, was tousled and far too sexy for comfort. Should he try to stop her? Should he pull her down and make love to her again despite her protests that she had to leave? Her sweet, feminine scent filled his nostrils and his head began to spin. The fragrance made it difficult for him to think, but he had to protect her from danger, from Rowter.
    He fell back on the bed and covered his eyes with his forearm.
    Discomfort straddled the middle of his stomach. Had he conjured the need to safeguard her because of what had happened to his mother? In all the time he’d been at the bus stop, he hadn’t seen one sign of anyone who might pose a threat to her. But then, why had she escaped out the diner’s back door? What was going on?
    Quickly, before Roxie glanced over her shoulder and witnessed his moment of weakness, he caught her around her waist and pulled her down. “Make love to me again, Roxie. I need you.”
    He didn’t doubt for a second that he was telling the truth as he saw it. He could figure out later whether she really needed protection or whether he’d imagined that she did.
     
    Despite herself, Roxie leaned back into Charlie. The room smelled of sex, of their natural body scents mingling with the other, a heady fragrance. She’d heard the hard edge of pleading in his voice, but she had to get away. If she didn’t, she was very likely to want sex with him again, then her composure, what little she had in his presence, would evaporate. He was part of the world of wealth and unearned prestige from which she’d fled and had no desire to return.
    And yet, there had been a change in the last couple of hours. She wanted Charles Vernon with a passion bordering on obsession, but if she didn’t leave now, she might as well go back to her father.
    She made the mistake of glancing over her shoulder at Charlie, at his magnificently muscled body, at the rock hard cock toward her so invitingly and temptingly. Heaving a deep sigh of regret, she barely jerked free of his tenacious hold and jumped to her feet.
    “No, Charlie,” she snapped. “I’ve got to go.” She bent to retrieve her panties, tugged them up her ankles and her thighs and followed them with her pants—all as she avoided looking straight at him.
    Languidly, he swung his feet over the side of the bed. “What can I say to make you stay?” His voice was hoarse with longing.
    Her nipples betrayed her and budded into tight, painful