“How are you feeling? Warm enough?” he asked, his voice low and incredibly seductive.
She nodded, her eyes betraying her and sliding to glance at his lips. “Yes. I’m good.”
He stopped a few inches away from her, closed his eyes and inhaled. A low groan sounded in the back of his throat. “Your scent is driving me crazy.”
She inhaled but got nothing. She’d showered and put on the basics but she’d been warned against heavy perfumes, so she had no idea what scent he was talking about. “It is?”
He took another step and her back plastered against the glass. His eyes changed from the soft blue to a bright gold that sent shivers down her spine.
“Yes.” He lifted a hand and cupped her cheek, caressing the side of her face with so much care, one would think he was worried she’d break.
Her breath stilled in her chest. She licked her lips, swallowing at the knot in her throat. Shit, but he was gay. She didn’t turn gay guys straight. She certainly had a hard enough time with men who liked women. She tried to figure out if he liked her for her, or because he was thinking of a penis. What were the rules with gay men? Maybe she should say she had no penis.
The way his chest rose and fell caught her attention. She saw how hard his breathing had become. She wanted to kiss him so badly. Just one taste. Nobody needed to know. As if he’d read her mind, he brought his head down and brushed his lips softly over hers.
Explosions rocketed in her chest. She sighed into the kiss and he deepened it, swiping his tongue into her mouth to caress over hers. She raised her hands to his chest, gripping his shirt in her fists. She’d been kissed many times in her thirty-five years, but never had she ever been kissed with so much tenderness. He slid his fingers into her hair, pulling her face closer and holding her at an angle to go even deeper.
Tension coiled in her belly and desire sent moisture straight to her panties. She let him take, giving freely into the kiss. He glided a hand down to her breast, cupping one of her tits and fondling her over her sweater. Her clit throbbed with the need to come.
She pressed closer, feeling the hard bar of his erection on her belly. Lord, that felt good. So good. She wanted to wrap her legs around his waist and watch him slide balls deep into her.
THIRTEEN
He pulled back, taking ragged breaths and eating her with his gaze. “I knew you’d be perfect from the moment I saw you. Your taste is addictive.” He pressed his lips over hers in a light caress. “I want more, Charlotte.” He squeezed her breast, finding her nipple with the precision of a GPS and pinching it.
The painful nip soaked her panties. She’d willingly strip to nothing and offer herself for his taking at that moment.
“But,” she gulped, leaning closer and loving his lips licking her neck and ear, “what about Brecc?”
“He wants you, too.” Another lick around her earlobe and she felt her knees weaken and the question surrounding his relationship with Brecc dove out the window. “I want to fuck you, beautiful.”
That sounded like a good plan. Fucking. Naked. Very promising and could be achieved if he’d move his hands. “Yes.”
He thrust his hips, pressing his rock-hard erection into her belly. “I know you’ll be so soft.” He licked again, his other hand gliding down to slide around her waist and stopping at her ass. “So wet. So hot.”
The sound of a crying baby tore her from his arms. She stumbled away, almost drunk on her feet from her need to be with him. Her pussy ached and tightened with desire. She sucked in a breath, watching him curl his hands into fists.
“Don’t run from me. I would never harm you,” he said with that rough voice that did things she’d never imagined to her body.
She opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out. The door opened. Alessandra walked in with a little girl in her arms. Like Alessandra, the baby had fine white hair and bright blue eyes.
“Charlotte, I thought you might want to meet Tatiana. She’s my baby.”
Charlotte glanced at Alessandra, pasted on a smile she wasn’t feeling and ignored Eros. She rushed forward to see the baby. Babies liked her. They tended to fall asleep on her chest. Apparently big boobs were all the rage for infants.
She smiled at the baby. “Hi. You are absolutely gorgeous!”
The little girl gurgled, showing four little teeth and said something she couldn’t make out. She leaned towards Charlotte and lifted her arms for her to take her.
“Whoa! Tatiana never does that. She dislikes anyone but me, Eros, or Brecc holding her.”
Charlotte knew Eros was staring at her. The heat from his gaze glided over her like a warm caress.