Stop.
She’s still kissing me. Messy now. Open and panting. Her tongue slides against mine, nails digging into my shoulders. I’m hanging on by a thread, and if she moves – if she so much as rocks forward – I’m going to lose my fucking mind.
Every inch of me is screaming not to stop. To keep going. To push her inside, kick the door shut, bury my face in that delicious, drenched pussy and not come up for air until the sun’s burning through the curtains.
But I can’t. And not because she’s my agent and a twisted part of me still tries to hold a grudge against her for some reason.
God help me, that woman pisses me off as much as she turns me on.
It’s not just the way she tastes, the way she moves against me like she was made to fit right here.
It’s her.
All of her. How she makes me mad, pulls me in. How she laughs. Fights. The fact that she’s got every reason not to trust me, and yet – right now – she does.
And fuck, I want to deserve it.
I let out a shuddering exhale and rest my forehead against hers, lungs burning, chest heaving, sucking in the scent of her.
‘Not like this.’
Charlie squints up at me, dazed, lips kiss-bruised.
‘What?’ Her voice is small. Confused. As if I told her the sky isn’t blue. As if she can’t wrap her head around the fact that I’m not already hauling her inside fucking her raw.
Which, by the way, I most definitely want.
‘You’re tipsy. I’m a bit pished.’ I cup her jaw and trace her cheek with my thumb. ‘And when I finally fuck you, Charlie, I want you to remember every damn second.’
The look she gives me – as if she doesn’t know if she wants to kiss me again or kill me right here in the hallway – makes my stomach bottom out. My balls feel like they might rupture. I’ve never done this before. Never stopped when I didn’t have to. Never stopped when she didn’t want me to. Never put someone else before me like this.
But Charlie’s not just someone, is she?
I force myself to step back, fighting for an inhale that does absolutely fuck all to contain what’s breaking loose in my chest.
God, I’m dying.
‘Sleep tight, agent. I’ll see you tomorrow.’
I kiss the tip of her nose, and then I turn and move to my door next to hers. What the hell did we just do? My throat is burning. Not from holding back what I wanted to do, but from everything I didn’t say.
I can’t. Not tonight.
Because, what I didn’t realise until just now: I want her too much to fuck this up.
Chapter10
Charlie
Ouch. I wake up face down, feeling like someone took a jackhammer to my skull. My mouth tastes like something died in it. My eyeballs hurt. Still fully dressed. I groan and peel my face off the pillow, barely cracking one eye open to squint at my watch. 5:45. In the morning. Jesus. Why am I awake?
And then—
Oh god.
The drinks. The karaoke.
Thekiss.
