“I’m not letting you go until you tell me what I did wrong.” It’s a half lie. I would let her hips go for the moment but I’m not letting her go ever.
“You’re in love with another woman and calling me sugar.” She tries to make her words sound angry but I hear the hurt in them. I think there may even be a trace of need in her tone. I’m so out of my depth here that I may just be reading into things.
“I love a few women. I’ve been graced with women in my life that should be loved.” Pain shows in her face now, that mask slipping the more she tries to hold it in place. There’s no hiding it but I’m starting to get it now. “My mom being one of them,” I quickly tell her. “Delilah is a little sister to me. I love her ma too. Give it time and I’m sure they’ll have you loving them too.”
Her eyebrows furrow together, my words starting to sink in for her. “I’ve never loved a woman like I think you’re insinuating, though.” Those bright blue eyes of hers fill with hope, giving me some of my own. Is that what this has been all about? Her thinking I was in love with Delilah? A light bulb goes off in my head.
She thinks I kept calling her because I was trying to find out about Delilah. I did the first time ‘cause my mom asked me to. After that it was because I wanted to talk to her and it was the only reason I had to call her.
“But—”
I cut her off. “I kept calling to talk to you, Charlotte. I knew Delilah was fine. That girl can handle herself. Like I said, she’s a little sister to me. We grew up together.” I lean down, brushing my lips against hers. “You’re different. You’re my sugar.” I make the “my” clear. Wanting her to get that she really is something different than any other woman in my life.
“Oh,” is all she says. She licks her lips, her tongue darting out and grazing my mouth. My whole body clenches at the innocent mistake. She sucks in a breath, realizing what she’s done. She really is starting to test my good nature.
“Now, I’m going to let you go but you aren’t going anywhere.” I let her know my intentions. “You can run off to our bedroom all you like, but that’s about as far as you’re getting for now.”
She nods in agreement. I think I’ve left her speechless. I release her hips from my hold. She steps back, her eyes still wide for a moment before she turns, darting off toward our room.
I have to fight a chuckle. I step out, looking down the hallway and smile when I see she doesn’t close the bedroom door all the way. My eyes flick over to her cell phone, which is still lying on the floor by the front door. I’m a little bit shocked she forgot about the thing. I walk over, picking it up and glancing down to the home screen. She has a bunch of missed calls from the same person. My hand tightens around the phone when I see the name Brent over and over, wondering who he is. It never even crossed my mind that she may have someone in her life. I fucking hate Brent immediately. The thought of him being near my girl is almost more than I can bear.
A small growl comes from me when his name flashes across the screen. He’s calling again. Fuck it. I answer it.
“What do you want?” I say into the phone, knowing I shouldn’t. I’m sure this is her business line. For all I know I could be getting the wrong idea, like she had about Delilah. I’ve managed to gather some information about Charlotte’s life, but not much. I know that she is an only child raised by her mother. Her father was nonexistent and her mother passed away a few years back. From the small amount I could find out about her, it looked like all she did was work. Too damn much if you asked me, and the name Brent has never popped up anywhere.
“Who is this?” he asks, sounding confused.
“Is that my phone?” I turn to see Charlotte standing in the hallway moving toward me. It’s then I see she’s only in a fucking towel.
“Charlotte?” the man says, having heard her in the background. “Wait, is this Drake Weston?”
“No,” I clip. My eyes are roaming all over Charlotte, taking in as much of her bare skin as I can.
We both stand there in silence. My eyes are feasting on her bare legs. My cock presses against my jeans, knowing that she’s naked under that towel. She’s no angel over there. Her eyes are working overtime as well, raking over every inch of my body. They widen and she licks her lips when she gets to my rock-hard cock. I instinctively reach down to adjust myself and I hear a small whimper come from her. Words are unnecessary between us; our connection is enough.