Rewritten (Unwritten Book 2) by Lauren Runow Read Free Book Online

Charlie whispers, looking into my eyes. “My place or yours?”
    I smirk, giving him a coquettish smile, “Which place is closer?”
    “The hotel across the street,” Charlie teases raising one eyebrow.
    I hit his stomach laughing, “Your place. I’m not sure how quiet I can be and my sister may be home.”
    Charlie laughs, “Yeah, I sense screaming in your near future.”
    “Promise?”
    Charlie gives me a sensuous look as we walk to pick up my bags and head for his car.
    Charlie starts the car with his phone connected to the stereo and cued up to play Unwritten Law Love Love Love . He places his hand on my knee as the song begins. Leaning over, I give him a sweet kiss as we pull out of the parking lot.
    The drive feels like it takes forever. His hand keeps inching up my thigh and I laugh, having to move it back down to the safe zone. It’s a damn good thing I’m wearing jeans or I know his fingers would have no problem finding their way home before we actually make it home.
    As we walk into his apartment I notice three picture frames sitting throughout his place displaying pictures of me alone, or the two of us together. I can’t help but smile as I place my purse down on the breakfast bar.
    Charlie walks up, putting his hands on my hips from behind, pulling me closer whispering, “God, I missed you,” before he turns and kisses me passionately.
    I slip my arms around his neck and straight into his hair as we walk to his bedroom with our lips locked on one another.
    Charlie pulls away, looking at me silently. There is no need to say anything. I can see everything that needs to be said with the dark passion that has taken over his beautiful blue eyes.
    He walks to his dresser to press play on his iPod and an orchestra starts to play through the speakers.
    I tilt my head, questioning his choice in music.
    His lips form his cocky half smile as he holds up his pointer finger twirling it around as he whispers, “It’s Beethoven Symphony No.3 Eroica . Trust me. Turn around.”
    I do as I’m told and he walks up to me from behind, lifting my shirt over my head, then wrapping his arms around my bare stomach and kissing the back of my neck. He starts to sway to the sounds of the violins playing, caressing my body, before leaning down to remove my jeans and panties.
    I’m still, frozen to his touch, yearning for him more, getting lost in the intense sounds coming through the iPod.
    After taking off his pants and top, he kisses up my leg, turning me around, hugging me tightly and swaying to the music again. We stand wrapped in each other, both naked with not a care in the world.
    He slowly turns me around and picks me up, wrapping my legs around him and kisses me softly before running his lips down my neck and walking to the bed.
    As he lays me down I instantly arch my back up in need for him, missing his body against mine. I open my legs, thinking he’s going to push himself inside but he doesn’t.
    Instead he slides down, caressing every inch of my body, kissing softly, taking my desire for him higher and even more ravenous.
    His touch gets lighter and lighter, to the point where he is barely touching me but still running his lips and fingers over my body, sending an intense sensation straight to in between my legs. I can literally feel every millimeter inside my body that is vacant, the same place that is yearning for him to push inside and fill beyond its capacity.
    It’s delicious torture and my breathing intensifies as I grab his body, pulling him onto me.
    He positions himself over me but doesn’t enter inside.
    Instead, he licks my neck as I arch my entire body up to him, grabbing his ass trying to pull him into me.
    He resists again and I respond by moaning, “I need you inside me.”
    “I want you in every way. I want it so bad but I want to wait until I can’t take it one second longer,” he replies while kissing me more, moving from my lips down to my breast, which removes him from in between my