Page 62 of Charm

“I can’t stop thinking about you,” I confess.

She drags her top teeth over her bottom lip. “You’re not making this easy for me.”

“I’m not making what easy for you?” I push because I want her to explain what she’s feeling. I need to know if she wants me as much as I want her.

She pushes her hair over her shoulder. “You know exactly what I’m talking about. Do you want me to admit that I’m wildly attracted to you? Because I think you’re already well aware of that fact.”

“Wildly attracted?” I repeat the key phrase in what she just said.

She stomps away from me, leaving a faint hint of her perfume in her wake. It’s floral and will forever remind me of our time at the beach.

I follow behind her because I have no choice in the matter. My feet may be doing the work, but my desire for her is the fuel behind every step I’m taking in my effort to catch her before she storms out of my home.

“Greer,” I say her name loud enough that it stops her in her tracks. “We need to talk about this. Ignoring what we both want won’t make it disappear.”

She turns abruptly to face me. There’s a fire in her eyes that I haven’t seen in weeks. “What do we both want?”

I’d ask her what she thinks we want, but she needs to hear it from me first, so I’ll happily oblige. “To kiss, to touch. You want me to fuck you again.”

She shakes her head, but her stuttered breaths tell a different story, as do her rushed words. “You don’t know that.”

I narrow the distance left between us with measured steps. As soon as I’m close enough, I reach out to touch her chin. “Tell me I’m wrong. Look me in the eye and tell me you don’t want me. Tell me you don’t think about what it felt like to be with me.”

“I can’t,” she whispers. “I can’t tell you I don’t want you.”

That’s all I need to hear. Leaning forward, I drag the pad of my thumb over her bottom lip, waiting for her to signal this is not what she wants.

She leans forward too, tilts her head, and slowly closes her eyes.

I take what she’s offering to me and claim her pillow-soft lips in a deep, slow kiss.

CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE

Greer

I fall into him,resting my hands against his chest.

The kiss is everything, and then some.

He cups his hand around the back of my neck, owning the kiss and me. I give in to it all because it feels so good. It’s almost too good.

A phone ringing in the distance makes me pause. He does, too, but quickly dismisses it when he kisses me again.

The incessant ringing quiets as Holden starts to guide me toward the wall. He doesn’t say a word. He doesn’t need to. I know that I’m about to feel things I haven’t felt in weeks. This man takes me to places I’ve never been before.

The phone starts ringing again. Each shrill bite of the sound in the air haunts me.

“I think it’s mine,” I whisper against his lips. “I have to check it.”

He trails kisses over my neck, heading toward one of the shoulder straps of my dress. “Voicemail will pick up or they’ll call Krista.”

I whimper as he slides the strap aside before he kisses the spot under it. “Holden.”

“I need you naked, Greer,” he growls. “Jesus, do I want to fuck you. I’m hard as stone here.”

My hand falls to the front of his jeans.

The man is not lying. I can feel the outline of his rigid cock straining against the denim. With just my right hand, I fumble with the button before I free it. When I move to tug on the zipper, his hand joins mine. Our fingers tangle before we lower the zipper together.

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