Page 117 of Mr. Charming

Tweetie’s lips are on mine before I can make a smartass comment back.

There’s no space left between us, no room for doubt. His hands slide into my hair, angling my head as he deepens our kiss. I clutch at his shoulders, his bare skin warm and solid beneath my fingertips. The scent of soap and him swims around us while his mouth explores and claims me.

A soft moan escapes me, and his grip tightens.

“Tedi,” he murmurs, his forehead pressing to mine, his breath ragged. “Do you have any idea how many times I thought this would never happen again?”

I smile against his lips, my fingers tracing the sharp line of his jaw. “Yeah, you gave me your journals. But this doesn’t mean I’m giving you mine. You know that, right?”

He groans. “I would never ask.”

“Well, maybe one or two. I’m a sharer.”

“No, you’re not.”

I draw back and act offended.

“So, you want to have a threesome? Share me with some other woman?”

Red veils my vision, and he laughs.

“I thought so.”

I press my lips to his. This time, I take control, my hands sliding along his shoulder blades, remembering the dip and curve of every muscle.

He exhales sharply. “Tedi?—”

“You talk too much,” I murmur against his skin, letting my lips trail down his neck.

His head tilts back slightly, a quiet curse slipping past his lips as I kiss the spot just below his ear. He lowers me to the floor, and his hands trace the curve of my waist. I take his face in my hands, looking into his beautiful blue eyes—the eyes that are only filled with love for me.

His fingers go to my blouse, resting on the first button. With every breath, another button flicks open until he pushes it off me, and it floats to the floor.

“I can’t wait to taste every inch of you.” His hands go to my pants, and he unbuttons and slides the zipper down until I help him by wiggling out, and they pool at my feet.

I step out of my pants, and he steps back, staring at me. Tweetie brings his thumb to his mouth, studying me as if I’m some art sculpture he’s admiring. Wanting to keep his eyes on me, I reach back and unclasp my bra, sliding the straps down my arms until it joins my blouse and pants.

He bites his thumb and groans. “Fuck.”

Continuing, I ease my panties down and off my hips, then my legs, kicking away the flimsy silk fabric. His gaze heats, and I imagine all the dirty things running through his mind. It only makes me feel more wanted.

“You’re awfully far away.” I turn around.

He steps closer and runs his thumb over his name tattooed on my ribcage. “I love seeing this.”

Our eyes meet, and I see guilt in his.

“No. Don’t.” I put my hands on his face and force him to look at me. “Enjoy seeing your name on my skin. I love that you love it.”

“But—”

I shake my head. “It’s in the past. Leave it there.” I push a finger between his abs and his towel, tugging it off of him. “My job was much easier.”

“God, Tedi,” he says before he’s on me. Neither of us can keep things slow and languid.

Our kiss is crazy and messy, and our hands are everywhere all at once. As if a timer’s been set and once the buzzer goes off, we’re done.

“You drive me insane,” he mutters, stripping his mouth off mine, only to push me down on the bed.

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