Free Full Throttle Yearning by Aurora Rose Lynn Page A

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 will 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 gaze? 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 zircons—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 was making it difficult for him to think, but he had to protect her from danger, from Rowter, from the motorcycle gang that was coming—
    No.
    He fell back on the bed and covered his eyes with his forearm. How could he have confused Roxie, almost a complete stranger, with his long-gone mother? 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 of the diner’s back door? What was going on?
    Quickly, before Roxie could glance over her shoulder and witness his moment of weakness, he caught her around the waist and pulled her down. “Make love to me again, Roxie. I need you.”
    He was telling the truth. And afterwards he could figure out 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, 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 from which she’d fled, and she had no desire to return. He was all the things that were wrong with being wealthy, with being one of the elite. And if he knew everything, including when she was ready for his cock fitting inside her, then what else didn’t he know?
    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 him, at his magnificently muscled body, at the rock-hard cock extended 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 and retrieved her panties and tugged them up her ankles and her thighs. Then the 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 peaks. She decided to try a ploy from the rare soap opera she’d seen. “Listen,” she said, drawing on her jacket. “Your world and mine don’t mix. Rich boys take poor girls and use