Page 43 of One Kind Hand

“Scared of you? Why do you think that?”

She shrugged one shoulder. “I’ve got more testosterone than many of them.”

“Some guys are into that.”

“Not Vermont mountain men.”

Austin scanned the living room. “No Vermont mountain men in here.”

She turned her head slowly to face him.

“Listen, I’m sorry you got stuck babysitting me tonight.” He leaned a little closer. “But I like holding you hostage.”

“I don’t exactly mind being held hostage.”

That was all he needed to know. He slid her burger container from her lap and set it next to his on the coffee table. She made no move to stop him when he slid his hand up to cup her cheek. Instead she leaned toward him, her pretty eyes closing.

Austin took a second to take in how perfect her face was then he pressed his lips to hers. Gentle at first. Just getting a taste of her. A sample that only made him want more. When she ran her hands up his chest and rested them on his shoulders, he pulled her onto his lap, rejoicing when she didn’t resist. They didn’t even break the kiss. The cotton of his sweats did little to disguise what she was doing to him and the heat at the apex of her legs through her yoga pants made him groan into the kiss. Her hips did a little grind at the noise he made and he just about lost his fucking mind.

He deepened the kiss, loving how Charlie responded with her own urgency. When she backed up for a moment and slid her hand under his T-shirt, he didn’t hesitate to rip that sucker off completely. The breath that Charlie sucked in at the view of his chest was enough to power his ego for a million years.

“Acting does a body good,” she whispered before capturing his mouth again.

Austin ran his thumb over her nipple through her shirt, finding a tight bud. He palmed her breast, kneading gently and loving how she arched into him.

“I have to touch you, Charlie. Please.”

She nipped at his bottom lip a few times before reaching for the bottom of her T-shirt and peeling it up to reveal the most perfect breasts he’d ever seen. His hands were treated to a veritable playground of feminine beauty.

Then it was his mouth’s turn. Lowering, he pressed kisses between her breasts then let his tongue tease her until she writhed on his lap and made him nearly come in his sweats. With a few tender bites to her collarbone and shoulder, he clamped one arm around her waist and stood.

Charlie automatically wrapped her legs around his waist to support herself, allowing his hands to roam to her ass. He kneaded the toned globes pulling her tighter against him, not wanting there to be any space between them.

With his lips occupied by hers, he carried her down the hallway. When he arrived at the master bedroom, he kneeled on the bed, still holding her. Still kissing her. Still seconds from combustion. He lowered and she loosened her legs around him, allowing him to settle his body between her thighs.

She broke the kiss for a moment and stared up at him, her eyes huge, her lips red and puffy.

“What’s the matter?” he asked, his breathing all out of whack from how turned on he was.

“I’m waiting for that little voice in my head to tell me this isn’t a good idea.” She cocked her head to the side, as if listening then shook her head. “Nope. I’m not hearing it.” She hooked her hand on the back of his neck and pulled him down into another kiss.

Austin heard a voice in his head though. It told him that his life wasn’t going to be the same after tonight.

Chapter Eight

Charlie’s brain volleyed between wanting to jump up and down like wild over the fact she was half-naked with super sexy Austin Rayhill, action-adventure star adored by the masses, and the fact that this felt so incredibly right. How was that possible? She was a nobody who had zero experience in the world Austin lived in. The brush of the luxurious sheets on her back right now told her she didn’t belong here.

But here she was and her arms were full of Austin. No part of her wanted to let him go either. The man kissed like a dream, his lips ramping up all her systems and his tongue caressing hers to the point of driving her mad with desire. The scratch of his whiskered jaw over her skin made her think maybe Austin did have a little Vermont mountain man in him and the sensation only heightened her arousal.

Which was at obscene levels.

Austin’s muscled body was solid between her thighs as he rested atop her, but he wasn’t squishing her with his weight. A quick peek to her left showed tensed biceps, revealing that he supported himself on his arms—one of which had been pinned between pavement earlier today.

She nudged his shoulder and gently rolled them so he was on his back, pulling apart so they were no longer kissing. “You shouldn’t be holding yourself up on this.” She ran her fingertips along his right arm, careful not to hit any of the scratches or bruises.

Austin regarded his arm then carefully took her left arm in his hands. Doing a crunch that bunched his abs and gave Charlie a nice show, he pressed a feather-soft kiss to her bruised elbow.

“I don’t know about you,” he whispered, “but no bruises hurt right now. Only one thing aches.” He arched up his hips a bit and his erection pressed solidly against Charlie’s heated core.