The Contingency Plan (The Lonely Heart Series) Read Free Page B

waited all day for this and planned to enjoy every minute.  Moving slowly and deliberately with his kiss, he emptied his emotions into every evolution he made around her fleshy tongue, sucking on her big bottom lip and cupping her face with his large hands.  
    Drained from his touch, when he finally pulled away from her mouth, she saw stars.  She sucked her bottom lip to taste the last of him and felt a pool of familiar silk below. 
    As he stared into her eyes, hypnotizing her, his nimble fingers ran down her crisp, white button-down and began to slowly pick them open. 
    She watched with a hint of amusement.
    “The meat is burning,” she said, looking over his broad shoulder at the stove.
    “Umm, let it burn,” he said, opening her blouse to see her white lace bra.  His index finger trailed around her hidden nipple.  “You make me think of Langston Hughes poem about sweet Harlem women.  You know that.”
    “Why don’t you recite it to me when we get to bed?”
    Turning around quickly, Sully went over and turned off the stove then returned to her.  “Say no more.  We can eat after we work up an appetite.”
    Charlie couldn’t help but giggle.  Mostly because Sully was great in bed.  He had a body like a Greek god – huge meaty chest, carved abs, thick chunky thighs, long legs, muscular back and a more than generous undercarriage. 
    “Do you want to do it right here or up in the bed?” he asked, taking off his blue dress shirt.  The veins in his arms protruded down from the caps of his carved shoulders down to his strong hands. 
    Charlie cracked a devious grin.  “Let’s do it on the patio,” she said, looking out at the balcony.  “It’s beautiful out there tonight.”  Trailing a kiss down his neck, she shoved her hands down in his slacks and felt his rock-hard manhood. “Plus, I don’t think that we can make it to the bedroom.”
    Sully eyed the patio and then picked her up and put her firmly on the floor.  “I’ll grab the wine.  You bring that beautiful body,” he said, running his hand over the light in the kitchen. “And we can go and make a mess of ourselves.”  Everything went dim and they quickly rushed outside. 
    ***
    At a quarter after seven the next morning, Charlie was still in a deep sleep when Sully carefully pulled himself out of his bed, put on his favorite Yale t-shirt and a pair of khaki cargo shorts and slipped on a pair of brown leather flip flops.
    The sun was shining in through the pane glass windows onto the bed, warming her naked skin.  Standing over her watching her body rise up and down in a harmonious rhythm while she lightly snored, Sully debated whether tonight would be the night that he would ask her to move in with him.  Last night, they just needed to comfort each other after the news of their loss, but now that they both had a clear head, he wanted to talk about the next steps in their relationship.  His other contingency plan.  
    He had never met a woman like Charlene Mea d ows before in his entire life.  She had taken his world by storm, and while she was incredibly young and completely oblivious to the way the world really worked, he wanted nothing more than to be with her. 
    At first, he thought that the attraction would wear off the way that it did with most women, but som e thing about her had staying power in his life.  She didn’t come with a lot of baggage, hadn’t been jaded by a bunch of bad relationships and didn’t feel as though he owed her anything.  It was such a relief to be in such an easy relationship.  And now that the campaign was over and he was taking the job with the mayor, he could also spend more time getting to know the woman who had made him stop his cheating ways. 
    It wasn’t just her passion for politics that he tho r oughly enjoyed, it was how much she trusted him and how warm and caring she was.  Most women had an ulterior motive when it came to the Orrin men, but not Charlie.  She was transparent, a