“I made you, a, er, I made coffee.” She picked up the coffee and stepped toward him, trying to keep her gaze away from his large, muscular, and heavily inked chest. A skull decorated his chest right over his heart. There were also some gravestones, as well as a hand coming out of the dirt.
Nibbling on her lip, she tried to not be distracted by him.
Bad took the coffee from her, but he didn’t move.
Why was he so close?
“Are you going to argue with me some more?” she asked.
“No.”
“You’re not?”
He chuckled. “It’s not my place to keep you where you don’t want to be.”
Charity blew across the surface of her coffee before taking a sip.
She had just finished sipping her drink when Bad took the cup away from her lips.
“What’s wrong?” she asked.
He didn’t answer. His hand cupped her cheek, and he tilted her head back. She looked up at him, a little surprised, and then, he slammed his lips down on hers, and all thought left her.
Bad was kissing her. The guy she had a crush on for a lifetime was finally kissing her.
Charity didn’t know what to do. Her hands were clenched at her sides, and then, she wrapped them around his neck, holding on to him, kissing him harder, and not wanting him to stop.
****
Charity was moving on. The apartment was already packed, and Bad just couldn’t help himself. For the past ten years, he’d behaved himself. No more. Even as he thought about Stevie, he cut off the guilt and simply focused on his own needs. The fact that he wanted Charity. He’d wanted her for a long fucking time.
This was his last chance to have her.
It might make him stupid and selfish, but at that exact moment, he didn’t give a shit.
She was leaving. They might never cross paths again, and he couldn’t handle that. Not without kissing her, feeling her beautiful body pressed up against his, with all those lush curves just begging to be fucked.
In the back of his mind, he knew Stevie had told him to stay the hell away from her, but he just couldn’t do it. For ten years, he’d watched from the sidelines as Charity grew. She had a couple of boyfriends during that time. None of them had stuck. He also knew she loved none of them. They meant nothing to her.
Sliding a hand from the back of her neck and down her robe, he grabbed the belt.
If you do this, you’re betraying your promise.
You’re hurting Stevie.
Bad gritted his teeth.
Stevie had hurt him way fucking more.
Yanking at the belt, he pulled her robe open, and then he marveled at the beauty before him. So fucking beautiful. Every single part of her. Pure beauty.
“Bad?”
“Tell me to stop,” he said.
She shook her head. “No.”
“Fuck, Charity.” He finally placed his hand on her naked hip and pulled her in close against him, feeling those full tits against his chest.