Charles’s kiss was tentative at first. His lips were soft, gentle, but he was kissing Becca. She wanted to reach up and grab his shirt, crushing him to her, but the sounds around them echoed in her ears and she stopped herself.

Then Charles parted his lips ever so slightly and brushed his tongue against the seam of her lips. Becca couldn’t stop the groan that escaped her lips, or the eager way they opened to allow him in. Her arms circled his neck, encouraging him to keep going.

Charles didn’t disappoint her. He plunged his tongue into her vacant mouth, seeking hers. His hands circled her waist, pulling her closer. The chair she was sitting on prevented them from getting close enough. Becca wanted to climb into his lap, to cradle him between her thighs, but those damn customers surrounding them stopped her again.

She settled for pulling him as close as they could get, smiling when he nipped her lower lip and pulled it into his mouth. Her fingers dug into his hair, keeping him from moving too far from her. He released her lip and slid his tongue back between her lips.

This time he slowed their kiss. He sipped her mouth, tasting her like he would a piece of fine chocolate. Becca enjoyed the slow, sensual kiss that shot her temperature high. She’d never been kissed like that before. Like she was the only person in the whole world he wanted to kiss, like he’d be content to sit there all day sampling her lips.

Then his hand slid up her back and paused at her neck, then continued, his fingers tunneling into her hair. He closed his fingers and tugged her hair gently to tilt her head up to him. And devoured her.

He tugged her forward, sliding her legs onto his lap so she sat sideways on his legs. His arm was clamped around her back, holding her close to him. Close enough that she could feel him growing hard against her hip, making her want to feel him against the rest of her.