Read Charity's Warrior for Free Online

sarcastically.
    "I'm not trying to be a jerk," he said through a devilish grin, "but I know you already, Charity. You'd take on the world if you had to, and if it resisted you'd push harder. You are stunningly beautiful, but you also face a challenge in the eyes like a warrior." Then he looked at me as if he was hungry and I was covered in whipped cream. "Let tomorrow's challenge be this one thing. You'll beat it, and you deserve it."
    Okay, the man could throw a fucking compliment! I melted. In fact, I'm not even sure I had resisted in the first place. What I did know was that right now I'd do just about anything he asked, especially if it involves ripping his clothes off and our bodies touching. I smile and nod at him.
    "Good," he said. "I'm going to go settle my tab at the bar, and then I'll get us a cab?"
    When I agreed, he got up from the table and went to the bar. Trisha came trotting over very excited about something.
    "Okay, I have never seen him do that," she said. "He kicked that skank right out on her ass for you. I've seen girls fight each other over him and he just lets them be assholes until one runs out and the other takes him home."
    I blushed.
    "You've got skills, Girl," Trisha said, laughing again.
    Throughout the ride back to my hotel, I was planning my first move over and over of how to get his tongue in my mouth and my hands under his shirt, but it was too much planning and not enough doing. We were getting out of the taxi, and he was telling the driver to wait, like last time. I know I have his number, I know I'll see him tomorrow, but I want him tonight.
    Say something, demand he come up with you , I screamed at myself.
    Suddenly his hands take me by the waist, turning me and pulling me into him. Justin's face is close to mine, but our lips do not touch yet. I feel his strong hands slowly climb my sides, stopping for a moment on the sides of my breasts as if he doesn't have the strength to move on. I feel his cock stir against my abdomen, twitching as it engorges a little, so I grab the small of his back and grind him into me. His back is a sheet of muscle that I can feel through the fabric of his warm shirt. Justin moves his hands to the front of my chest and up my neck to hold my face, and his thumb begins to rub my bottom lip. He stares at my mouth and face as if he is fascinated by the feel of me.
    While my body was aching for him, I also felt a twinge of emotion that I knew I had to deny. Trisha's warnings were not forgotten.
    Justin opens his hands a little wider, putting his palms and thumbs on my jaw and cheeks, burying his fingers in my hair. Then he lifted me up to his mouth. I don't think I actually left the ground, but I felt like I was floating on the sensuality of the moment.
    All that dreaming and fantasizing, and it was here, our lips pressing together and opening, our tongues meeting in the middle. My face in his hands made me want to melt, his hard cock and the taste of his mouth made me want to cum. The mix of it made the kiss incredible and intense, our tongues swirled around each other in circles, and I didn't want it to end.
    Of course the taxi was still there waiting for Justin. I wanted to tell the driver to leave; he was not going to be needed. Tonight the man that had saved my life was going to be inside of me saving me again.
    Justin ended the kiss, still holding my face and still just an inch or so away. "I know you want me to come up and, damn, so do I, but the first time I'm with you, I'm not going to be worried about what time it is, or if I'm ruining your chances on an interview. We're going to be celebrating and have all the time we want."
    No, no, no—I do not want to hear this!
    His face moved further away from mine, and I knew I was not going to have a choice. There was a point to what he said, if he came up now, I wanted to fuck him for hours. I would be shot tomorrow. His hands came down to my shoulders, grabbing me carefully but firm and separating our bodies.
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