Charles leaned over and kissed her gently then pulled away, still looking down at her. “That was . . . nice, but—”
“But not enough?” Charles asked.
Rosslyn knew she shouldn’t be doing this, but she wanted him. Was it so wrong to have a little bit of joy in her life? From the way her body was warming and the tingling between her legs, she didn’t want to deny herself. Let them have tonight. Tomorrow’s reality would come soon enough. She shook her head. “Not even close.”
Charles gave her a wicked grin. “Like I said, you’re always a surprise.”
I think I’m surprising myself too.
She reached her arms up and wrapped them around his neck, encouraging him to kiss her again. A moan escaped her as he claimed her lips with such passion it ignited a fire within her. He traced her lips with his tongue, asking her to let him in, and she parted them. His tongue swept through her mouth briefly, a tease, and then pulled back so only the tips of their tongues danced with each other before exploring again. Damn, this man can kiss.
Over and over, he kissed her, until they were both gasping for breath. “Better?” Charles asked.
“Getting closer,” she challenged.
“Don’t tempt me to make it so neither of us can remember our names.”
She licked her lips, “I’d love to see that.”
Charles loosened his grip so her feet once again touched the floor. She hadn’t realized he’d lifted her up, that’s how sweet his kisses were. He kissed his way down her neck, causing a shiver to run through her as his beard tickled in such a fun erotic way.
She could feel her breasts swell and her nipples harden, aching for attention. Rosslyn arched her back to draw his attention to them. He looked up at her and all she could see was his eyes, now so dark they reflected her need in them. God, I could get lost forever looking into those eyes.
“Charles, I . . . I . . .”
“Oh, you still know my name. I’m going to have to work harder,” he teased as he nipped her earlobe.
She moaned and was once again at a loss for words. His hand rested just below her breasts. “Maybe we should let our bodies do the talking.”
“Then let me begin this conversation.” His hand moved over her hip and across her stomach. His fingers slowly inched lower, yet he never broke eye contact with her.
Oh . . . that feels so good. His hands continued to caress her through her clothes and it felt so damn good already. She wanted to feel more of his sweet touch.
She couldn’t wait any longer. Her hands began doing some exploring of their own. She reached out and tugged his T-shirt out of his jeans then tried to pull it over his head. He was so much taller than she was, but he assisted and tossed it on the floor. Now, Rosslyn had a clear view of his bare chest, and his huge biceps. Perfection.
Running her hands up his arms, she felt him tense with her touch.
“I—”
“Shh. Just feel.” His voice was deeper and huskier.
She wasn’t sure if it was desire or raw passion that was overtaking her, but all inhibitions were cast aside. Rosslyn had never wanted anyone like she did him. If she could’ve ripped the clothes from his body and pushed him on the bed, she would’ve. The fire burning inside her was intense, and she wanted—no, she needed—to have more.
Her hands moved across his muscular chest, then down over his abs, only to grip the bottom of his T-shirt and pull it over his head. She wanted to rake her hands over every inch of him, but he was still overdressed. She reached for the button on his jeans, flipped it open, and moved to the zipper. Once free, she slipped her right hand inside and felt him harden at her touch.
“Fuck,” he groaned.
“Shh. Just feel,” she said to him this time.
Charles grabbed her wrists and pulled them away. She sucked in her breath, hoping he wasn’t about to stop, not now.
“Please, Charles I—”
“I know, sweetheart, but you first.”
He lifted her T-shirt over her head, then unbuttoned her shorts and slid them over her hips. Although she loved the feel of his fingers brushing against her bare skin, and she enjoyed each and every touch, the ache between her legs became almost unbearable. She needed him to touch her more intimately.
Rosslyn wished she’d worn some really sexy lingerie, but none of this was planned. She’d planned a day flying kites at the park. Now it was her passion that was soaring higher than the clouds. She wanted no barriers between them, so she reached behind her back and unhooked her bra, letting it slip from her shoulders. Before she could slip out of her panties, Charles’s hands were already sliding them down.