No quotes today... Sorry

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Now, the story...

Chapter Thirty-Three: Yes

Daniel's heart slammed against his rib cage as Char's mouth pressed against his. For a crazy second he didn't know what was happening, then her tongue grazed his lower lip and a shiver of pure need tightened his body.

His instinctive response was to open his mouth and kiss her back. Slide his tongue along hers, taste her. Pull her body closer. But this was Char.

Char, for God's sake.

His hands found her shoulder but he didn't know what to do. Push her away? Pull her closer?

Then suddenly she was gone, rolling away from him. She landed on her belly beside him, her face pressed into her hands.

What the hell had just happened?

“Char...?”

He reached out to lay a hand on her shoulder. She tensed. A long moment passed. Then her shoulders lifted beneath his hand as took a deep breath.

“I'm sorry. I don't know— I didn't mean for that to happen,” she said, her voice so choked it was almost inaudible.

“Char. Talk to me. What's going on?”

“Nothing. That was....dumb.” she shook her head. “Let's just pretend this never happened.”

He laughed, even though he was far from amused. He'd spent the last few days feeling like a sick puppy for getting hot over his best friend, and now she wanted him to forget she'd kissed him?

“Not likely, Char.”

She started to scramble to her feet but he sat up and caught her arm.

“Hang on a minute. You can't stick your tongue down my throat then make a run for it.”

She crouched awkwardly beside him, anchored by his hand on her arm. Her face was averted, her gaze fixed on the bed as though she was afraid to look at him.

“It was a mistake,”

Maybe. Almost definitely. But he still needed to know what happening. Why now, after all these years?

He caught her chin with his free hand, forcing her to make eye contact with him.

“Why?”

“You're a smart guy, work it out.”

“I don't want to guess, I want to know.”

The look she gave him was tortured. “Please...”

Part of him felt like an ass for forcing an answer out of her, but his gut told him this was important. Vital, even.

“Tell me.”

Her jaw muscle flexed beneath his hand. She closed her eyes for a long beat. Then she opened them and looked straight into his eyes.

“Haven't you ever wondered what it would be like? The two of us, together?”

He stared at her. For a moment his mind was a perfect blank.

Color flooded Char's face. He could feel the embarrassed heat of it beneath his fingers.

“See? I told you it was dumb.”

She tried to pull away from him again but he didn't release his grip.

“Let me go. I told you—”

“Yes,” he said. “Tha answer is yes.”

She stilled. He'd shocked her. Well, she'd shocked him.

Somewhere, in the back of his brain, a voice was screaming out a warning. Something about there being no turning back from this moment.

He could barely hear it over the thumping of his heart. Charlee was attracted to him. She'd thought about the two of them together. Skin to skin. Him inside her.

His gaze dropped to her mouth. How many times had he studied it over the past few days? Wondered what she would taste like, how she would feel? How many times had he dreamed about her in that long-ago summer when he was sixteen and she, fourteen?”

He stroked his fingers along the delicate line of her jaw.

“Char,” he said, his voice very low.

She made a  small sound in the back of her throat. He slid his hand around to palm the nape of her neck. Her gaze dropped to his mouth.

Time slowed as he pulled her gently toward him.

Her lips parted.

Then his lips were on her. Moving over them, learning the shape of her, the feel of her. Soft and full. Silk and velvet. She opened her mouth to him and their tongues touched for the first time. She tasted good, sweet and hot.

He wanted more. Much more. He drove his fingers into the hair at the base of her skull and held her head in the palm of his hand as he explored her mouth with his. Her hands found his chest, clutching his T-shirt, the fabric biting into the back of his neck as she dragged him closer.

Closer was good. Closer was what he wanted, too. He spread his free hand on her hip, pulling her with him as he sank to the bed. A wave of pure heat rolled through him as her weight settled over him. He slid his hand onto the roundness of her backside, his fingers curving to her shape as he pulled her against the hardness of his erection.

“Daniel,” she breathed, his hips circling against him.

His hands were shaking as he found the waistband of her tank top. He wanted so much, needed so much, he didn't know where to begin. He smoothed his palm up her warm belly. He cupped her breast, Hus thumb brushing over her nipple through the silk of her bra. She quivered like a plucked quitar string, her breath coming in desperate little pants.

He rolled so that she was beneath him, ignoring the ache of protest from his bruised ribs. He was so far beyong pain it wasn't funny. She spread her legs to create a cradle for his hips and he lost his mind for a minute as he pressed his hard-on into the heated junction of her thighs.

He reached for the hem of her tank top and pushed it up over her breast, the shoved her bra up, too, finesse be damned. She was a study in pink and cream, so pretty and sexy it hurt to look at her.

“Beautiful,” he murmured, then he lowered his head and pulled one of the pouty little nipples into his mouth.

She gasped and gripped his shoulders

“Daniel.”

Her hands slid across his back, his chest, his ass. Then she was sliding a hand between their bodies and smoothing her palm up and down the swollen length of his erection through the denim of his jeans.

His breath hissed between his teeth. He wanted to be inside her. He wanted to feel her slick and firm around him. His hand found the stud on her jeans, popping it open. She lifted her hips encouragingly as he found the tab on her zipper and tugged it down. Her belly trembled as he slid his hand beneath the elastic of her panties. His fingers caressed silky hair the slid into slick heat.

His gut clenched as he felt how incredibly wet she was. He traced her intimate folds, then slid a finger inside her. Damn, she was tight. She tightened around him, sexy and hot, her hips lifting off the floor as he stroked in and out of her.

“Char.”

“Hurry. Please.”

He reached for his belt buckle, tugged it free. Her hands found his zipper and pulled his down. The she was inside his underwear, stroking her hands up and down his shaft, thump caressing the head of his penis.

He shuddered, his whole body tensing. He started to peel her jeans away from her hips. Five more seconds and he'd been inside her, inside all that tight, wet heat, his—

“Char? Hello?”

They both froze.

“Shit,” Char whispered.

It was her mom. They stared at each other, their bodies slick and steamy with lust. Char was flushed, her nipples still tight and wet from his mouth. Her mouth was swollen, her eyes hazy with need.

“Char? Is anybody there or am I just talking to myself?”

They heard the scuff of footsteps, then the distinct sound of someone climbing the stairs.

“She's coming up here!” Char hissed.

They rolled away from each other, Char jerking her bra and tanktop down while he struggled with his zipper and belt bucket. They'd barely scrambled to their feet when Mrs Winston turned the doorknob and entered the room.

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Short chapter, I know. I just felt like it should end here.

I wasn't going to update this soon but here it is guys.....enjoy.