Page 44 of One Kind Hand

“Well, we should definitely see to that then.” She wiggled her hips, loving when Austin’s eyes closed and he let loose a low groan. “I am here to take care of you after all.”

His eyes slowly opened, the blue a shade so deep she could easily drown in it. She was getting lost here. She never got lost.

“Glad you are taking the job so seriously.” He slid his finger into the waistband of her yoga pants and nudged them down a bit to expose her belly button. Tracing a finger around her navel, he made her flesh heat everywhere. “I need you more naked.”

She rose to her knees and he maneuvered his hands into her pants at her hips, sliding his hands back to her ass and shifting her yoga pants down until they crested her butt. She was about to moan her appreciation of his massaging palms, but something wet pressing into her ass cheek made her look over her shoulder.

“Berto!” Austin immediately sat up, which made his arousal press more urgently against Charlie’s cotton-covered core. “Dude, c’mon. Not cool. Your nose doesn’t belong there, pal.”

“He doesn’t know what naughty things we’re up to in here,” Charlie said, sliding off Austin’s lap and freeing herself of her pants and underwear in one swoop.

Austin blinked at her completely naked form and licked his lips. He picked up Berto and toted him to the bedroom door. “We need some privacy, bud. You’ve seen too much.” He set the pooch out in the hallway. “Go to your bed.”

The sound of toenails scratching on wood decreased in volume as Berto followed orders.

“Poor baby,” Charlie said.

“I know. I was in the middle of something here.” Austin climbed back on the bed.

“I meant Poor Berto.”

Austin frowned and waved a hand in dismissal. “He’ll live.” He wiggled his fingers at her. “I, on the other hand, may not if you don’t get all of that gorgeousness back over here right now. Please.”

“Not until you lose your pants. I lost mine. It’s only fair.” She rested one foot on the edge of the bed and let her hand glide down the length of her thigh. When she reached her knee, that leg dropped a bit, giving Austin a view of what was waiting for him.

The man visibly trembled and his hands went right for his pants which he yanked down with his boxer briefs. He pushed his shed clothes to the floor then curled a finger at Charlie.

“Come here.”

Her first glance at his phenomenal dick as he spread out on his back again pulled a moan out of her and she couldn’t stop herself from crawling onto that bed. Her hand immediately wrapped around that impressive length and Austin sucked in a breath. When she stroked up and down, her grip pulsing a bit, his eyes rolled back and he caught his bottom lip between his teeth.

“My . . . God . . .”

Charlie bent over him, her mouth close to his ear. “I’m about to answer all your prayers, Austin Rayhill.” She licked the rim of his ear.

He gripped her waist then coasted his hands over her hips to her thighs. As she worked her hand over his erection, he dipped his finger into her wet heat, making her sink deeper into his hand. He quickly added another finger and worked her as if he’d been made to do just that. Within moments, they were both at the cliff edge.

“I’m gonna . . . I want to be inside you . . .” Austin panted. “Condom. Drawer.” He sailed his left arm up to indicate the bedside table and Charlie quickly found what they needed. She was on birth control, but considering they’d both admitted to not wanting children, the extra protection was comforting.

Charlie freed the condom and rolled it onto Austin’s length. Situating herself over him, she sank, inch by inch, until her bottom rested on his hips and she was so gloriously full of him.

She sighed. “Good God . . .”

“Look who’s praying now.” Austin pulled her down to kiss her, his fingers raking up into her hair.

She rose and fell as she surrounded him, so slowly at first that they both shuddered at the friction. Then she increased her pace and each descent onto him brought her closer and closer to that precipice again. She splayed her hands on his pecs, loving the taut surface they created as he met her, thrust for thrust, until they were both shouting each other’s names and tumbling into the fire together.

Charlie folded forward, careful to land on Austin’s left side so as not to hit his scraped up right arm. He wrapped his arms around her though, settling her more solidly on his chest, and the two of them breathed hard together. He held her until the panting dissipated, until the aftershocks stopped, until her soul returned to her body from wherever it had flown with Austin’s.

“And . . . end scene,” Austin whispered as he finger-combed her hair from her face and gave her a squeeze.

She giggled against his chest then pressed a kiss to his whiskered jaw. “I’m not sure we got all our lines correct. We should probably do a retake.”

His laugh shook through her as she rested against him. After dropping a kiss on her forehead, he said, “An excellent suggestion.”

Three retakes later and a shower that nearly turned into a fourth retake, Charlie sat on the couch beside Austin as the two of them dove into ice cream sundaes Austin had ordered from room service. His was a banana split. Hers was not.

“What’s better than ice cream after sex?” He gathered some whipped cream on his index finger and held it up to Charlie.