Chapter 3

chapter

three

Max

Walking away from Charlotte is one of the hardest things I've ever done. Yeah, that's probably over the top dramatic, but there is something special about that woman.

I've always been that guy who goes after what he wants. No deviations, no distractions, just hard and focused like a laser. So yeah, I want Charlotte and I could have kept pushing. But ultimately, I'm not a fucking creep.

I happen to be a firm believer in soul mates. If Charlotte is meant to be mine, we will find our way to each other again.

After securing my new flight for tomorrow mid-morning, I find a quiet spot to stretch out. No easy feat, since the airport is pretty full. That's what happens when they ground all outgoing flights. Moving further away from the gates helps though since most people seem to be congregating there to wait out the night.

I lean against the wall and stretch my legs out in front of me, dropping my carry-on across my thighs. Not the most comfortable I've ever been, but it's better than taking a Greyhound from Saddle Creek all the way up to Minnesota every summer so I could train with one of the best hockey coaches to ever live. Those hours were brutal.

Here, at least I've got my trusty neck pillow, my noise-cancelling headphones and endless hours of my favorite television show… Caught: Smugglers!

I pull out my tablet and cue up an episode. Then I dig in my bag to get my headphones and see if I have any snacks.

"Are you kidding me right now?" a woman asks. Not just any woman though, that's Charlotte's voice.

I look up to find her standing over me, fists on her hips and her eyes locked on my tablet.

"What? You don't like this show?" I ask.

"No, I actually love that show. I just didn't think anyone else watched it."

"This is quality entertainment right here." I point to my tablet.

"Agreed." She smiles at me.

"What are you doing back across the security line?"

"Looking for you, actually."

My heart thunders. I set my tablet and headphones aside and come to my feet. "Did you need something, Charlotte?"

"Well, it occurred to me that you would be stuck here with most of the other travelers. But I actually have a room in the airport hotel. I can't offer you much, but there's a sofa in the room and you can shower or whatever."

I reach over and grab her hand. "Are you inviting me back to your hotel room?"

Her cheeks stain pink.

"I won't take advantage of your kindness," I tell her.

She nods. "Then let's go back to my room. We can watch some Caught: Smugglers together."

"Sounds like a perfect evening."

I gather my stuff and fall into step beside her.

"I finally heard from Brian," she says.

"The asshat? What was his excuse?"

She gives me a secret smile. "I think you'll enjoy this. Evidently, he's intimidated by me because I'm a successful engineer and I make more money than him. He said he could never be with a woman who was more successful than him."

I stop walking and stare at her. "Are you being serious right now? Did he actually say that?"

She pulls out her phone, swipes a few times and then shows me the screen.

"He deserves to be alone. Moron."

She laughs and we start walking again. Yeah, it seems Brian is not much different than my ex. Clearly, I dodged a bullet with this one.

"Hey did you see that one episode where that old guy got caught with his tiny exotic birds in his pants?" I ask.

She reaches over and grabs my arm. "Yes. Shoved those poor things in empty pill bottles. I know people in poverty sometimes have to do extreme things to take care of themselves, but that was too much."

"Yeah, there was that one little bird that was already dead. So sad."

"I can't believe you watch that show," she muses.

I want to tell her that it's further proof that there's something happening between us. But it's clear that Charlotte spooks easy so for now we'll just bond over our mutual love of trash TV.

By the time we get to her hotel room we've covered so many crazy episodes that we're both laughing. She unlocks the door, and the mechanical noise of the lock feature seems to echo in the hotel halls.

It's probably just because I'm so hyper aware of this woman. Her curves are mouthwatering. That laugh makes my dick jerk every time I hear it. She's like my own personal fantasy come to life.

I follow her into the room. She flips on light switches as she goes, and then we're just alone.

In her hotel room.

Where there are already pieces of her scattered about. A larger suitcase leans against the far wall. Charlotte's scent lingers in the air, making my dick impossibly hard.

This might have been a bad idea.

I am a gentleman and I promised to not pressure her. I meant that. But being in this confined space with only that one bed is going to put my willpower to the test.

I stand, leaning against the wall across from the King-sized bed.

Charlotte has already kicked off her shoes and dropped her bag on the armchair in the corner. Now she's bending over and looking in the small refrigerator.

"Do you want anything?" she asks over her shoulder.

"Is that a minibar?"

"Yes." She holds up a tiny bottle of some kind of liquor and a Toblerone bar.

"That stuff is so expensive. If you want something, I can walk down to the little store by the front desk."

She grins at me, those dimples popping. God, she's pretty.

"It's okay. It's a treat I can afford on the occasion I'm in a hotel." Then she stands and walks closer to me. "Why have you plastered yourself to the wall? And you're still holding your suitcase. Everything okay?"

I try to avoid staring at the bed right behind her. "You invited me here to stay so I wouldn't have to sleep on the airport floor, and I really appreciate that. But I gotta tell you, Charlotte, I'm not going to be able to remain a gentleman in this room with you." I hold a hand up to stop her from speaking. "I'm not going to attack you or pressure you, but I need to be honest. I've been hard as a pipe for you since the moment I laid eyes on you. And now we're in here with that bed." I point behind her. "Your sassy little toes are out with that bright pink polish," I wipe a hand down my face. "Fuck, I just want to kiss you, take off all your clothes and spend the evening between your thighs."

Her eyes are round with surprise and her lips are parted. She's not laughing at me though and she hasn't kicked me out, so maybe that's a good sign.

"That said, I don't want to take advantage of your kindness. If you're not interested, maybe I should go back to the airport and sleep on the floor."

She stares at me for a few more breaths, then drops the tiny bottle and chocolate on the floor. "Oh, fuck it," she mutters. Then she whips her shirt over her head and closes the distance between us.

"Does that mean yes?" I ask.

She wraps her arms around my neck and peers up into my face. "Yes."

I pull her flush to my body. The softness of her plump curves feels like heaven and everything that's right in the world.

"Thank fuck." Then I kiss her. Her lips part nearly immediately, and I slide my tongue into her mouth.

She sucks on my tongue, and I groan in response. I pick her up, and she wraps her legs around my waist. Then I switch our places, pressing her back against the wall.

We kiss again, our tongues licking and tasting. As ridiculous as it sounds, I think I could come just from kissing her.

"You're a really good kisser," I tell her on a breath.

She laughs. "I think we're just good at kissing each other."

Maybe she does feel this intense connection with me.

"I really want to touch you," I mutter against her lips.

"You are touching me. You're literally holding me in your arms."

I nuzzle her neck, inhaling the sweet feminine scent of her. It's spicy and citrusy and makes my mouth water. "I want to touch other parts of you."

"You'll have to put me down."

I slowly release her so she slides down my body.

"Why am I the only one not wearing a shirt?" she asks.

I give her a grin, then pull off my t-shirt.

She takes one look at me and rolls her eyes. Then she laughs and says, "it's like you're photoshopped."

"Crazy. Stupid. Love. Great movie."

"Yes, but seriously, your body is ridiculous."

I glance down at myself. "You haven't even seen all of it." I unfasten my jeans but leave them on. For now. Then I toe off my shoes and socks.

I dig in my suitcase and pull out the box of condoms I stuck in on a whim at the last minute.

She arches a brow. "Planning to get lucky?"

"Not really, but I wanted to be prepared." I wince at the box when I toss it on the bed. "Does it make me look like a douche?"

"No. It makes you look like a boy scout."

"I do have a first aid kit in the bag too."

She chuckles, shaking her head. "You're adorable."

"You're killing me with that." I step closer to her, put my hands on her waist and look into her eyes. "Are you sure you still want to do this?"

Her response is to simply reach behind her back, unhook her bra and let it fall off her shoulders.

The first sight of her breasts has me reaching out to cup them. They're heavy, soft and perfectly sized for my big hands. I swipe my thumbs across her nipples. They harden immediately, and she hisses out a breath.

"These are the most perfect breasts I've ever seen," I tell her. "I love how heavy they are. How responsive you are." I draw an invisible line down her cleavage. "I could slide my dick right in here. Fuck myself in-between these beauties."

"Yes," she whispers. Her back arches, pressing her tits further into my palms. "Anything."

I bend and lick across one nipple, then the next, then suck it into my mouth. "You taste delicious. Makes me want to lick you everywhere. Take off the rest of your clothes and get on the bed."

Her brown eyes meet mine, her pupils blown so much that her eyes look nearly black. She licks her lips.

"You're so fucking sexy," I say. I shuck my jeans but leave my boxers in place.

"Your thighs are enormous," she says.

"It's because…."

She presses a finger to my lips. "No work talk. Let's just fuck."

My dick pulses in my boxers and I grip it tightly though the fabric. "Goddammit, Charlotte, are you trying to kill me?"

She tilts her head and laughs. But then she's completely bared to me. I watch her plump ass jiggle as she climbs onto the bed.

I shuck my boxers and climb onto the bed next to her. "C'mere." I pat my stomach.

There she goes arching a brow again.

"I want to eat your pussy, but I want you to sit on my face."

Her mouth falls open.

I can see the hesitancy in her face.

"I'll pick you up and put you there, but I'd much rather you crawl on top of me," I tell her.

That gets her moving. She straddles my shins, leans forward and licks straight up my dick.

"Fuck," I hiss.

She winks at me. Fucking winks! Then continues to crawl up my body. She presses open mouthed kisses on my abs and up my chest. But she lets her pussy make contact. She slicks herself over my dick, letting me get a feel for how hot and wet she is.

"You are a siren," I say.

"You said you wanted me to crawl on top of you."

I can't hide my smile. "I absolutely did." I reach around and smack her ass. "Now give me that pretty pussy."

She moves the rest of the way up my chest. I like that she's not completely bare. That she clearly doesn't wax. She's trimmed, neat and tidy, but looks like a woman. I've never been a fan of the hairless pussy.

I wrap my arms around her thighs and pull her glistening seam down to my face. She smells so damn delicious. Tangy and sweet. I don't waste time. I plunge my tongue into her hot channel, and she moans in response.

She threads her fingers through my hair while I fuck her with my tongue. Instinctively, her pelvis rocks against my mouth. She knows what she wants.

I lick up her folds and find the hard little pearl that is so desperate for attention. I circle my tongue around it, once, twice, then a third time.

Charlotte is chanting my name right now, and I feel like I've died and gone to heaven.

"Max. Max. Max…"

I know what she needs. I suck her clit into my mouth, flicking her with my tongue.

She detonates like a bomb, her release flooding my mouth as she rides out her climax.

My cock has made a mess on my abs with the incessant dripping of pre-cum.

Charlotte falls off my body onto the bed next to me. "Do they offer classes on that now in college?"

I laugh and pull her to me, pressing a kiss onto her forehead.