Forever and Almost Always by Amanda Bennett Page A

tickled her sides, thighs and anywhere else I thought she may be ticklish, and I was rewarded with one of the sweetest sounds in the world. Her voice was intoxicating, and I couldn’t help but laugh along with her. When my face ended up merely inches in front of hers, our laughing ceased, and the making out began. My hands were making their way up her shirt to her bra, when I expected her to stop me, but she didn’t. She made no inclination that that was what she wanted me to do, so I kept going. I tossed her shirt across the room and settled in between her legs as I stared at her beautiful face, before sealing my lips against hers.
    What started out as play was quickly turning into something I knew she wasn’t ready to do. I pulled myself into a sitting position, completely out of breath. “We have to stop now, or I don’t think I’ll be able to at all.” She didn’t say a single word, just nodded her head in agreement.
    “Do you have a bigger shirt I can throw on?”
    If there was one thing I found even hotter than tight fitting clothes or a bathing suit on her, it was picturing her in my shirt. I tossed her one of my many t-shirts and plopped myself back down on the bed with our food.
    A couple hours later, we were officially in a food coma and watching some random show on TV. “Hey, I have a question for you, but I don’t want you to feel pressured to say yes.”
    “Oh-kay.” She said hesitantly.
    “What would you say if I asked you to stay the night tonight?” I hung my head, not wanting to hear the answer I was almost certain she was going to say.
    “I think that sounds great. Are you sure?”
    I laughed, “Yes, I’m sure. Seeing as I was the one who asked the question in the first place.”
    “Oh yeah.” She giggled. “Then yes Dax, I would love to stay the night with you.”
    I gently pushed her back against the mattress as I settled back in between her legs, hovering above her. “But you have to promise to wear this shirt and nothing else.” I tugged at the shirt she was currently wearing.
    “I promise.”
    With those two little words, everything about us was about to change.
     

Chapter Sixteen
    Charlee
    My eyes fluttered shut as his hand slid across my lower abdomen, coming to rest on the most needy body part at the moment. I could feel the heat from his hand radiating against my skin at the close proximity of its placement. I was yearning for him to touch me, to pull back the thin material, and slip his fingers inside of me. My body was rung so tight, if I didn’t get a release soon, I was almost certain I would explode.
    His hand moved merely an inch down and now he was even closer than before. I knew what he was doing, because secretly in my mind, I was doing the same. As much as I wanted this to happen, I was questioning whether or not it was something that needed to happen so quickly after meeting one another.
    I was never an easy girl. Hell, I was the complete opposite. Don’t get me wrong; I have had my fair share of sex, but with few and far between suitors. And damn it, I made each and every one of them work, for what they eventually received. But this guy, he was different. He made a part of me come out that I had long since forgotten existed. He made me want to do bad things with him, anywhere and everywhere we could.
    “You okay over there?” His husky voice tickled my ear, and a visible shiver ran over my body.
    “I’m okay. You?” I didn’t look over at him as I spoke, not wanting him to read how nervous I was.
    “Get out of your head, Charlee.” He whispered back, and I finally turned my face to look at him.
    “Done.” I replied.
    And as if I had said a major word, his deft fingers gently pushed my panties to the side and grazed my hardened nub with just the faintest touch of his thumb. I let out a small, strangled moan as his other fingers caught up with the motion his thumb was now making. My breathing became erratic and labored in a matter of seconds, and just