fast lane - c.leclerc

chapter twenty-two

WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS GRAPHIC SEXUAL CONTENT

LAUREN

LAUREN DIDN'T KNOW what had gotten into her. She'd acted subconsciously until she found herself in front of his hotel room. She knew he had to get up early to catch his flight, but she couldn't wait any longer. Curiosity would be the death of her. she'd successfully had Zara stalk him for her—the things Lauren would do for her boyfriend.

She took a deep breath before knocking on his door. First silence, then footsteps muted by a carpet could be heard. Lauren straightened out her dress and threw her curls over her shoulder. As the door opened, so did Lauren's mouth. Charles stood there with wet hair dripping. A white, damp shirt clung to his skin, along with a pair of grey sweats. Lauren froze.

His face contained a mixture of confusion and humour. Lauren remained silent, just taking him in.

'So are you going to say anything or?' Charles rested his arm on the doorframe. The simple motion was enough to get Lauren wondering about what she'd find if she'd rip the white piece of fabric off his chest. It's not like it left anything to the imagination.

Their eyes met. Everything was clear. Charles rested his cold, wet hands on her waist. The look of lust forming in Lauren's eyes confirmed his suspicions.

'I want to hear you say it, Evans. Why are you here?'

Why was she here? Lauren herself didn't have a clue. Well, she did, but she'd rather not admit the truth to herself. It would change too much, but as she stood there with great determination in her flowy white dress, she knew things had changed already. After all, she'd found herself there, in front of him, at the entrance of his hotel room.

'I don't know,' she lied.

Charles bared his teeth, shaking his head in disbelief. The grip on her hips tightened. He yanked her towards him. Lauren was on the verge of losing balance before she grabbed onto his shoulders for support. He guided her into his room, closing the door with his foot.

'How about now, Evans? Do you know now?' Lauren seemed to be malfunctioning. All she could think of was how good his hands on her waist felt.

'Don't be a bitch,' she muttered as Charles started rubbing circles on her hips. The cold wall supporting her back tingled her skin.

'I won't, topolina. In fact, if you don't tell me in the next twenty seconds, I'll let go of you. I'm a man of my word. I told you I wouldn't touch you unless you specified what you wanted from me, and you haven't done so yet,' he said matter of factly.

The mere act of mocking her was enough to snap Lauren back to reality. She hadn't let him walk over her before, so she sure as hell wouldn't let him now. She grabbed a fistful of his shirt. Their faces were less than an inch apart. Charles' breathing became irregular. Lauren smiled. He could practically feel the movement on his lips.

'I don't think you would let go of me even if you could,' she smirked. Charles' right hand slid into her tangled curls. He caressed her scalp with his thumb gently before roughly tugging her forward, crashing his lips onto hers.

'You're right,' he grunted against her lips, 'I can't let you go until I make you pay for all those times you've teased me until the point of torture,'

Lauren gasped as his hands found her ass, grasping it mercilessly. She circled her legs around his waist. He bit her bottom lip, driving her wild.

'Charles,' she groaned.

'Does it feel good, baby?' he asked her mockingly. Lauren shook her head yes before going in for another addictive kiss. Abruptly, Charles pulled away. 'Use your words. Tell me how good this feels for you,'