“Jesus, woman. Holy shit.” I jerked my hips as she hummed against my cock, and her small, soft hand cupped my balls. “Holy fuck.”

My breathing grew labored. The urge to come slammed into me, and I gently tried to tug her away. “Baby, you gotta stop. I—I’m…” She didn’t stop. Instead she took me deeper and worked me harder and faster. I couldn’t hold back. So I just let go.

After she sat up and wiped the back of her hand across her mouth, she smiled at me. “I’ll be right back.”

She slipped out of the bedroom, and I heard the bathroom door shut and the water turn on. I tucked myself back into my boxer briefs, laced my hands behind my head, and stared out the skylight in the slanted ceiling above me. She’d already been passed out by the time I’d come out of the bathroom the night before, still in her jeans, pajamas clutched in her hand. I’d been as gentlemanly as possible as I’d swapped out the jeans for her more comfortable sleepwear. I couldn’t help but marvel at the pale, un-inked skin of her legs. Next to her arms … they seemed almost … unfinished.

I’d tucked her into bed before slipping beneath the covers and pulling her against me. It was another solid night of uninterrupted sleep. Until Charlie had decided to provide the world’s best wake up call. I heard the water turn off, and she walked back into the bedroom. She bit her lip and her hair hung forward, obscuring part of her face. For the first time since I’d met her, she looked … shy.

I grinned. “That was, hands down, the best way I’ve ever been woken up.”

Her smile reappeared. “Yeah?”

“Yeah, babe. Come here.” I sat up so I was leaning against the headboard and held out an arm. She climbed back into bed and snuggled into my side. I tucked her under the covers. “Best morning ever.” I kissed her hair. “So, tell me about Charlotte.”

She froze, and I tightened my grip as she struggled uselessly against me. I spoke slowly, pitching my words so they would resonate in her ear. “I don’t care what your name is. I just want you. That’s all. I don’t care if you’re Charlotte or Charlie or Lee or anybody else. I just want to know you.”

She stopped struggling. I pulled back and looked down at her. “I just want you to let me in. To trust me with a little piece of you.” I tucked an unruly lock of purple hair behind her ear. “I’m falling for a girl who won’t even tell me where she’s from. You’d think I’d care, but it doesn’t make a damn bit of difference to me.” Her mouth dropped open and her aqua eyes widened. “Nothing you tell me is going to change how I feel.”

We stared at each other for several beats before she spoke.

“The East Coast.” Her voice was shaky and barely more than a breath. Finally. Something.

“Figured you were a Yankee.” I leaned down and kissed her. Slowly, reverently, like I was learning her for the first time. And maybe I was. Her fingers gripped the back of my neck as she pressed closer. That fit perfectly with my plans, because we weren’t leaving this bed without getting a hell of a lot closer—and not just in the physical sense.

She pulled back from the kiss and asked, “You going to follow through this time or leave me hanging? Because I gotta tell you, I’m not sure I can survive that again.”

It was the opening I needed. “What are you willing to give me?”

Charlie pursed her lips before answering, “What do you want?”

“You.”

“Done.”

“Information about you,” I clarified.

Her expression turned guarded. I cupped her face and met her eyes. “Simple shit, Charlie. That’s all I want. It’s not that hard.” She broke my stare, and I could almost hear the gears clicking in her head.

“Like what?” she whispered.

“Favorite color.”

Her eyes snapped back up to mine, her surprise clear. She dragged her bottom lip between her teeth and let it slide free. The urge to kiss that gorgeous mouth of hers was intense, but I wanted to hear her answer more.

“All of them.”

A grin tugged at my lips. Of course. One wasn’t enough for her. I rolled and held myself above her. I leaned down and brushed a kiss across her forehead before pulling back to ask my next question.

“Winter or summer?”

“Fall. New England fall.” I kissed her nose.

“Baseball or football.”

“Neither. Hockey.”

I kissed the corner of her mouth before murmuring, “Breaking my heart, babe.”

“Don’t ask if you can’t handle the truth.” She turned her head so my lips met hers squarely.

“Top Gun or Die Hard?”

“Bruce Willis. Definitely.” I kissed her jaw.

“Flowers or chocolate?”

“Sex.” I chuckled against her neck and dragged my teeth down the tendon. She shuddered.

“Sassy woman.”

“Damn straight.”

I pulled back again and gripped the neck of her wife beater with both hands.

“Last question.” I stretched the fabric to telegraph my intentions. The smile that spread across Charlie’s face was pure sin.

“First impression when I walked in the door of Voodoo that night?”

“Preppy douchebag.” I shook my head, because … well, I’d figured that’s exactly what we’d looked like. And then she added, “And can I take him home?” White-hot need flared in every cell of my body.

I jerked my fists apart and tore her tank top down the middle, leaving it in ragged shreds.

Her high, full breasts—tipped with those sexy as hell piercings—were bared to my gaze. And my mouth. I reached down to draw a nipple into my mouth. She buried her hands in my hair and urged me closer. The time for questions was over.

Finally. That was my first thought when Simon tore my shirt apart. Followed closely by, holy shit that was hot. I arched my back as he tugged on my nipple. I wanted more. More Simon. More everything. Ripples of pleasure zinged from my nipples to my clit. His big hands cupped my breasts, and I reveled in the scrape of his calluses against my skin. He turned the attention of his mouth to my other breast and rolled the nipple he’d just released between two fingers. The piercings added a whole new layer of sensation over anything I’d felt before. Before Simon. At that moment, I couldn’t imagine anyone but Simon ever touching me again. My eyes flew open at the thought, but my panic was obliterated when Simon lifted his head and nipped at my lips until I opened to him. His tongue swept inside to duel with mine. I lost myself in the moment and didn’t surface until I felt one of his busy hands skim down my body to slide along the waistline of my pajama pants. He pulled away and stared down at me again.