Page 74 of Sex Positive

“It’s…” She pauses, an overwhelming sense of déjà vu coming over her, making her light-headed. “Unmanageable.”

Inherited from her mother, her thick, dark curls have always been a source of frustration for her. Often when she was younger, she desired straighter hair. Usually she keeps it contained in a tight bun or a ponytail, but tonight she had the impulse to let it free.

His mouth curves up, his eyes dark. “I told you before it’s gorgeous.”

Charlie’s skin prickles, her body buzzing with nerves and heat. She shifts out of reach, and her hair falls from his fingers. “Stop looking at me like that.”

His eyes widen briefly before he steps closer, one palm coming to rest on either side of her shoulders, caging her in. She again smells his aftershave, and it makes her want to lean closer and drag her nose down his neck. Instead, she lifts her chin, waiting for him to make the next move.

His lips brush the shell of her ear. “How am I looking at you?”

“It’s…you…” She exhales, closing her eyes to avoid looking at that clever, wonderful mouth. He shakes with silent laughter. “It’sdistracting.”

When his hand comes to her hip, she jumps. “I can think of a better way to serve as a distraction.”

His lips graze her pulse point.

Charlie gasps. “Wes.”

His mouth caresses her skin, and she shivers at the barely there touch that feels scorching.

“What’s your next experiment, Rogers?”

He knows what it is, and sheknowshe knows by the amusement dripping from his words. The hand on her waist begins sliding down her hip, his fingers slowly dragging up the hem of her skirt.

“We can’t—” She gasps when he sucks on her clavicle. “We can’t experiment every time you think I need a distraction. Someone will see us.”

“They won’t,” he rumbles. “And maybeIneed the distraction. Maybe you’ve been distracting me all night with how”—he licks a spot under her earlobe, eliciting a full-body shudder—“incredible”—one hand palms her breast, and she arches into him, her hips pressing against his, biting her lip at his arousal—“you look. I’ve been particularly excited about this one, interested in hearing your astute observations.”

She doesn’t bother telling him she’s stopped recording her observations, because what’s the point when she knows that what she’s experiencing with him is the pleasure she’s always wanted?

But it’s only an experiment.

Sheneedsto touch him, but she’s more desperate for him to touch her. When she rocks her hips against him, he groans, and she thrills at her effect on him. The last measure of her control slips through her fingers.

Pulling back enough to meet her eye, his mouth curves. “Well, Rogers? What’ll it be?”

She smiles. “Okay.”

Dropping to his knees, his fingers shift to the hem of her dress. Her mouth goes dry at the sight of Wesley Quinn on his knees in front of her.

Gazing up at her, he presses his mouth to her inner thigh. “Tell me to stop, and I will.”

She shifts her hips when he inches the hem higher, desperate to have his mouth on her.

The door flies open.

“Wes, are you—”

Gabriel Quinn freezes, staring at the sight of his son on his knees in front of the girl whose name he can’t be bothered to remember.

Charlie shrieks, staggering back against the wall and tugging down the hem of her dress.

Wes springs to his feet. “Dad!”

Gabriel disappears back inside, a dark look on his face.

Charlie’s heart slams against her rib cage, ice slinking through her veins. She feels overexposed, her skin prickly with mortification, and she tugs her dress down as far as it will go.