“Jesus,” Charles said, dragging his lips from Becca. He wanted to kiss her forever, but he couldn’t continue much longer without needing to get his hands on her too. And even though he wasn’t being very respectful with the way he was kissing her, he couldn’t do anything beyond kiss her in public.
He wasn’t going to share her, or the hot noises she made, with anyone else.
Charles rested his forehead against hers, not letting her move away from him. He struggled to catch his breath, finding it harder to do breathe when her saw her chest heaving with her attempt to slow her own breathing. His fingers itched to touch her and started to work toward her. He stopped himself, but it was a struggle to not touch her.
“I’m sorry,” he breathed. “I shouldn’t have kissed you like that.”
“Like hell,” she argued, fire blazing in her eyes. “You should have kissed me like that the second you saw me.”
Charles grinned. He couldn’t help it. He leaned back in, anxious for another taste of her lips. Becca didn’t hesitate to kiss him back. He felt himself growing harder, to the point of being almost painful. He knew she felt it too, but he didn’t say anything.
Then she rolled her ass against him, nudging the side of his erection with her hip.
He groaned. Then gripped her harder. His one hand pulled tighter on her hair, tight enough that he knew it had to be hurting her. He forced his grip to loosen so he didn’t hurt her, then lost his control again when her hand left his neck and trailed over his front, drifting lower and lower until she reached the barrier of his waistband.
They broke apart again, chests heaving, eyes blazing. “What are we doing?”
Charles didn’t know the answer to the question any more than Becca did. He wanted to tell her something, but he didn’t know what to say. All he did know was he had to do the last thing he actually wanted to do.
He slowly peeled his hands from her and gently eased her back into her own chair. His erection still reached out to her, but he ignored it, knowing they needed to talk before they did anything else.
“I can’t stop myself any longer. I’ve wanted to do that ever since the first time I saw you-”
“Yesterday?” Becca squeaked.
Had it really only been a day since their lives collided again? Charles shook his head, trying to clear the fog. He couldn’t believe it was only a day, but it was. One day since she’d spotted him in the diner. One day since she’d yelled at him to leave. One day since he’d ambushed her at the bar with her friend. One day since she invited him back into her life.
But Charles knew one day ago wasn’t what he meant. And he owed it to her to know it too.
“No. I’ve wanted to kiss you since the day we met. Since the first time Jeff brought me to your house. Since the day I first saw you, when you were far too young and innocent for the dirty thoughts I had about my friend’s little sister.”
She gasped, and he nearly dragged her off to his bed. But first, he had to know what that noise meant.