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But I’m done holding back.
I close the distance between us. I want him. No agreement, no faking. Just the heat of his skin as I slip my hand around his neck and pull.
The short hairs there are whisper soft. I’ve never considered myself a tactile person, but I’m kind of addicted to the brush of them against my fingertips. Maybe it’s the heat of his skin. Maybe it’s how the catch of my nails against his scalp always pulls a low, hot rumble from his throat.
When he meets me in the middle, I’m hit with a wave of relief so strong my knees go weak. Our lips find each other as though they never left, or maybe are always destined to return.
He moves easily when I push forward, over the threshold. I’m eager, hungry, biting down. The way he groans makes me grip tighter, kiss harder.
In theory, it’s as simple as wanting him.
In practice, it’s so much more delicious.
His skin is scorching under his shirt. “Is this okay?” I ask.
Charlie sweeps his tongue against mine. “I’ve already told you.” His hands find my waist, and I rock against him. “There’s nothing you’ve got that I don’t want.”
“Good,” and I push him against the closed door andtake.
CHAPTER 37
EVERYTHING AND MORE
CHARLIE
Imight still be dreaming.
How else can I explain Emma showing up at my door, looking sexier than ever, and kissing me?
Christ, the way I’ve dreamed of this mouth.
Her hands are everywhere, pulling at my clothes, greedy for skin, like she can’t get enough.
Thank God for the door at my back. I don’t want to think of anything except finally getting my mouth back on hers. Emma is frantic, but I need to savor this, so I frame her face in my hands, pull back enough to slow it down. Sweeping her mouth with my tongue, until she’s soft, and pliant, and whimpering with each kiss.
“Hi,” I whisper.
“Hi,” she breathes, her fingers digging into my hips.
I don’t stop. I just keep claiming her mouth, long and slow, inhaling her every exhale, taking as much of her as I can get.
“I thought we weren’t doing this anymore,” I say, dragging my lips along her jaw.
“I want you, Charlie. Not because of an arrangement, but because of you.”
I pull back and drink her in. Her pupils are blown wide with lust, her lips red and delicious. Fuck, she’s gorgeous. I could gorge on her for a lifetime and never be satisfied.
I’m so fucking ruined.
Tilting her head back, I mouth at her neck. “Then have me.”
She does.
This is a dangerous game to play. I want so much more than sex, but I’ll take what I can get from her. And honestly? I’ve got more practice with casual.
No doubt I’d fuck up the other stuff if I had it.
So I curl my hand around her neck and grab a fistful of hair and take as good as I get.
