Free Bewitched by Lori Foster Page B

kissed plenty of women in his time. And among those women, Charlie was likely the least proficient at it. So her lips were soft? So she smelled incredibly sweet?
    She looked like a rumpled child in his shirt, the shoulders bagging almost to her elbows, the hem skimming her knees—very sexy knees actually, followed by shapely calves. He shook his head. She’d combed her hair straight back, evidently not the least interested in impressing him with her feminine attributes. She’d made no effort at all to make herself more appealing. Yet he already had an erection and he practically shook with lust. All because of a simple kiss.
    It was so unexpected, he almost grinned.
    That happened a lot with her; hell, he’d grinned more since first spotting her in that small grocery, all decked out like an adolescent thug, than he had in the past six months.
    Beneath his palms, her skin warmed and she felt so incredibly silky, so vibrant, he wanted to devour her. He never devoured women! He was suave and controlled and applauded for his technique.
    She had him so turned on, he couldn’t even remember his touted technique.
    His thumbs stroked over her temple, her jaw. He kept the kiss easy, letting her lead, though he wanted badly to taste her, to slip his tongue into her mouth, to feel her tongue on his.
    With a groan, he pulled back the tiniest bit and looked ather. Eyes almost closed, she swayed toward him, her pale, flushed skin in striking contrast to her glossy black hair and dark blue eyes. Her lips were slightly parted, and unable to help himself, he kissed her again, this time giving in to the urge to explore. He licked over her lips, and when she gasped, he slipped inside, coasting over her teeth, mating with her soft tongue.
    He pulsed with need, he was so aroused.
    Charlie’s hands opened on his naked shoulders. She moved against him, and he could feel her stiff little nipples, could feel the plumpness of her breasts, small, but very feminine and sweet. He started to lift a hand, to cup her, tease her and himself, and his honor came knocking, just barely nudging aside the need.
    Unspoken invective filled his brain. He wanted so badly to feel her breasts, but…
    Once he got started, he knew good and well it would be hours before he got his fill. He should be getting in touch with Dalton. He had no doubts the man would be worried, wondering what had transpired, whether or not Harry had been able to make any headway. He owed Dalton that much.
    â€œCharlie.”
    â€œHmm…” She nuzzled his throat, took a small nip of his chin.
    â€œSweetheart, we need to talk.”
    She blinked up at him, her look dreamy. “You called me sweetheart.”
    Sighing, he said again, “We need to talk. Now.”
    She stiffened, her gaze searching his. “Oh good grief. Please, don’t give me the old ‘you’re not that kind of guy’ routine.”
    He took two steps back, and commended himself for accomplishing that much when he wanted so badly to feel her flush against him.
    â€œI’m absolutely that kind of guy,” he assured her, staringdown into her sweet face. “I’m the kind of guy who is nearly desperate to strip you to your very sexy naked hide. I’m the kind of guy that once I got started, especially on the unveiling on these stupendous breasts of yours, I wouldn’t want to stop until we were both insentient and without wit. I wouldn’t stop until you begged me to. Unfortunately, what happened tonight probably has several people worrying about us.”
    The changing expressions on her face were almost comical. She went from openmouthed surprise, to blushing, to wide-eyed with realization. “My sister!”
    â€œYes. And I have a friend to contact. They deserve to know that we’re still alive and kicking.”
    She rudely shoved him aside to snatch up the phone, and Harry admired the smooth rounded lines of her delectable backside.