Charlotte put her hands on her hips and glared at me while her mouth turned down in a frown. It was hard to concentrate when she did that because the shape of her lips made it look more like a sexy little pout. One I was dying to kiss away.
“Is there a reason you followed me in here and snarled my name like Oscar the Grouch?”
I would have laughed if she hadn’t reminded me why I’d been angry. “Anyone could have walked in here and seen your sexy ass on display.” I snaked an arm around her waist and yanked her back into me, using my free hand to grasp her chin so she had nowhere to look except my eyes. “No one gets to see what’s mine, Charlotte. Do you understand?”
She swallowed audibly and her pupils, which were already dilated from the darkness, grew to nearly eclipse her entire iris. A shiver raced down her spine and her heart rate accelerated, causing a wicked smile to form on my face. She wouldn’t admit it, but her body reacted to my dominance with passion. “Are you wet for me, Charlotte?” I asked in a low, husky tone.
“You shouldn’t be asking me that at work,” she hissed even as her thighs tensed and her legs squeezed together.
I raised a brow, and her cheeks flared with heat. “Shall I ask you at home in my bed, baby?”
Her blush began to spread, and she closed her eyes while taking a deep breath. Then they flew open, and a fire grew in their green depths as she glared at me. “Do you always have to smell so good, dang it?”
I couldn’t help it; my face split with a wide grin while Charlotte muttered to herself and tried to escape my grip. I released her chin but kept her body pressed up against mine. “When are you going to stop playing games, little girl, and give in to what we both want?”
Charlotte gasped. “I’m not a little girl,” she objected.
I lowered my head until our mouths were centimeters apart and whispered, “Prove it,” before sealing my mouth over hers.
Fuck, I loved her taste. I devoured her, feeding off her moans and fighting my need to be inside her. Charlotte was petite, something I loved because our height difference intrigued me. I felt big and strong next to her. I knew I could protect her.
But making out was a lot easier if I picked her up. I turned and backed her up to a shelf, then slid my hand up her thighs, bunching her skirt as I palmed her plump ass and lifted her. I angled my head to deepen the kiss and ground my steel erection against her pussy. With so few layers between us, the heat from her sex engulfed my cock, and I finally had to stop before I either came all over her or took her for the first time on the floor of the supply room. Neither option was acceptable to me.
Charlotte was panting hard, trying to catch her breath as she slumped in my arms, devoid of strength. I wanted to point out that if we were at home in bed, she could have climaxed before collapsing on a very comfy surface. But I didn’t want to push her too far.
“Okay,” I agreed after gulping down some air. “You are definitely a woman, baby.”
Charlotte harrumphed and didn’t say anything else, probably because she didn’t have the energy. I couldn’t help being a little cocky about that.
“But you’re still playing games, Charlotte,” I said quietly.
Her head lifted, and the indecision in her eyes was clear. She didn’t know what she wanted, and as much as I hated it, I had to give her time to realize all she wanted was me.
So, I set her gently on her feet and smoothed her skirt back into place. Then I straightened and placed a soft kiss on her swollen lips. “I’ll wait a little longer,” I told her. “Just know, I’m ready when you are.”
She stared at me for a moment more, then nodded before walking to the door and flipping the lock. Her eyes dropped to my crotch, then back up to my face, and I was almost positive I saw a small smile appear. “I think it’s safe to assume you’ll stay in here for a bit so no one knows we were in here together?”
I was irritated with her insistence on hiding. However, she was right. I needed to calm my dick down, or I’d be hobbling back to my office with an uncomfortable and more than obvious bulge in my pants. I was well endowed, which made it more difficult to hide when I was hard. Until the day Charlotte entered my life, it hadn’t been a problem for...so long that I wasn’t sure I could even remember. I’d certainly never had this strong or deep of a reaction to a woman. I knew without a doubt that until Charlotte, I‘d never been in love or anything close to it.