Chapter 50

Charlotte kissed him back, her sweet lips soft as the petals of a rose. Whoever taught her to kiss had been a master. She was a wet dream brought to life, with full curves and a shy side that made him want to tie her down and explore every part of her until she held no more secrets left. Then he wanted to curl his body around hers and ask her to tell him everything about herself.

Fuck. What was wrong with him? He would've said it was nearly getting killed, but he'd felt this way long before the shooting. From the moment he'd watched her dance for him in the cage at the club, he'd been sucked in by her. She was a breath of life, a kiss of fire, and completely irresistible.

They kissed until the water started to cool down. He broke the kiss with reluctance and shut the water off. They both reached for the towels at the same time, laughing as their hands met.