Page 241 of Face Off

“These hips belong in my hands when I’m inside you.” I grip the generous flesh and lower my mouth beside her ear. “They were meant to be held, touched, and wanted exactly as they are. They were never supposed to disappear.”

Her eyes close as the first broken sound leaves her.

“Charm, stay with me and open your eyes.”

“I’m trying.”

The admission strips the sharpness from my command. I kiss her temple and tighten my arms around her, allowing both of us to take comfort from the embrace before I speak again.

“I know you’re trying, mamacita. Open them for me when you’re ready.”

Her lashes lift slowly.

My palms smooth over the outside of her thighs. They are strong and soft beneath my hands, substantial in a way that makes my mouth go dry. I push her legs slightly apart with my knees, widening her stance while giving her enough time to resist. She remains against me.

“These thighs wrapped around my waist and spread open for me are the sexiest fucking thing on this planet.”

My hands find her ass. I take two full handfuls, squeezing and kneading the heavy, round curves until a groan becomes trapped in my throat.

“This ass has tortured me all fucking weekend. It fills my hands, fills my lap, and makes me want to follow you every time you walk away.”

A wet, disbelieving laugh escapes through her tears. The sound almost breaks me because it belongs to the Charm I came here needing, the woman capable of giving me one moment where loving her does not feel like bleeding alone.

“You’re ridiculous,” she whispers.

“I’m obsessed enough to know the difference.”

I press my body forward, keeping my shirt and jeans between us while her naked body rests against mine. My erection grinds firmly against the small of her back, hard and aching enough that she gasps.

“You feel what looking at you does to me?” I growl against her ear as our eyes meet in the mirror. Her small, lush body trembles against mine while my hands remain possessive on her skin. “This isn’t kindness, pity, or another reassurance you dragged out of me. Wanting you hurts. I look at every inch of this body, and I lose my fucking mind.”

Her fingers tighten around my forearms. “I don’t understand how you can look at me and see that.”

Her confusion is too raw to be another request for praise. Charm genuinely cannot see the woman standing in front of me, and the understanding reaches someplace inside my anger that should remain protected tonight.

“I know you can’t.” My voice roughens while I hold her gaze in the glass. “Stop fighting me long enough to feel what I’m showing you.”

I steer us backward without breaking contact until my calves strike the edge of the bed. I sit and bring her down with me. She stumbles slightly before settling against my chest, cradled between my legs while we remain facing the mirror. Her weight fills my lap, and when she relaxes enough to rest her head against my shoulder, I close my eyes for half a breath and take the comfort before opening them again.

“Watch what happens between us,” I tell her as I spread her legs wider with my own. “I want you to see everything.”

My hands move over her body. One palms her breast again, my thumb circling her nipple while the other strokes across her stomach and travels lower. Charm tries to close her legs when my fingers reach the junction of her thighs, but I feel the shame seize her before the movement finishes.

I wrap both arms around her and hold her against my chest. “Stay here with me, Charm. Don’t let that reflection take you somewhere I can’t follow.”

Her breathing shudders through both of us.

“You’re safe in my arms,” I whisper against her temple. “Whatever happens tomorrow cannot reach us inside this moment.”

Charm looks at my reflection and nods.

I spread her legs again. “Keep them open and let both of us see you.”

My fingers part her pussy. She is already wet, and the evidence sends heat flooding through my veins. I stroke her clit slowly while watching her face. Her eyes squeeze shut, but I don’t tighten my hold or snap another order at her. My mouth moves over her wet cheek, catching the tears while my fingers circle her with enough patience to keep her body from confusing this with another demand.

“Open your eyes when you can, Charm. Mírate.”

She forces them open. Tears and overwhelmed arousal glaze her eyes, but she keeps them on the mirror. “Look at you—so wet and pink, every filthy thing I’ve ever wanted to do to you centers right here where I can see it. Fuck, Charm, it’s perfect, and you’re so fucking beautiful.”