Page 111 of Tempting Promises
She’s mine.
I fucking want her more than I care about all the reasons we shouldn’t. I need her more than I need this damn contract or anything else. She is what matters.
“I’ve never felt this way, Charlotte,” I confess, moving toward her. “I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you.”
“You want me?”
“Every second of every day.”
Her lip trembles and I run my thumb across it. Her eyes close, and she wraps her fingers around my wrist. “I don’t hate you, Rowan. I don’t hate you at all.”
I smile at that. “They say there’s a thin line between love and hate, what do you say we figure out what side we’re on?”
I already know.
There’s no reason in the world I should love this woman. She’s frustrating, tempting, exasperating, beautiful, never wrong because she’s incapable of believing it’s even possible, and yet, I’m falling in love with her.
Fuck.
She lifts her other hand, fisting my shirt and pulling me to her. “That line is blurred. I need you to help me see it better.”
“How, sweetheart?”
“Kiss me.”
I cup her cheeks, bringing my lips to hers. The moment they touch, I feel like the entire world just aligned again. The last week, it’s been tilted, nothing has felt right or fit right, and now, this fucking woman just adjusted it back to what it should’ve been.
I lift the back of her thigh, pulling her to the middle of the bed, and I cage her in, kissing her with every emotion that’s swirling inside me.
“There’s no going back, Charlotte. After this, I can’t just pretend anymore.”
“Neither can I.” I kiss her neck, down her shoulder and she sighs.
She leans up, and I pull her shirt up over her head, her lacy bra more alluring than anything I’ve seen before. With it still on, I lower my head, licking and sucking her nipple through the fabric, feeling it harden beneath my tongue.
“Rowan,” Charlotte moans my name.
“Yes, baby. Do you want more?”
“Please.”
“I like when you’re polite.” I slide her bra strap down, runningmy tongue along the shell of the cup. “I like it when you’re rude too.”
Charlotte giggles and that sound goes straight to my cock. “I have no problem being rude to you.”
“Should we be nice or rude tonight? You are the birthday girl, after all.”
She lolls her head to the side and brushes her fingertips down my face. “This time is different for me, is it for you?”
I bring my lips to hers, kissing her softly. “It feels different.”
The way her fingers softly thread in my hair makes me want to worship her. It’s such a stupid, simple touch, and yet it feels like so much more.
Jesus, I’m turning into a freaking idiot.
“Then I want this time to be different, even if we don’t know what it all means.”
I sit her up and slowly unhook her bra, tossing it to the ground. “I want you naked, Charlotte. I want to see every perfect inch of you.”
