Hate Notes

Charlotte was simply stunning. Taking her in, the air rushed out of my lungs. All that creamy, toned skin, those gorgeous killer curves covered in only a few pieces of skimpy black lace. Fuck me. Her full breasts were aching for release from that little low-cut bra and . . . I could see her nipples protruding through the sheer fabric. Lush, hard, beautiful, pink nipples that begged to be sucked.

I knew she was watching me but couldn’t take my eyes off her body long enough to look up at her face. “What do you think?” she whispered. Charlotte did a slow, seductive turn, stopping so I could get a good, long look at her ass on full display, except for the string that ran up her crack. I imagined what my handprint might look like on the two creamy globes of her ass cheeks.

When she circled back around to face me, our gazes locked. I had no willpower left. I wanted to suck on her skin more than anything I’d ever wanted in my life. I wanted to suck hard and leave marks, hear her cry out my name when my teeth sank into her. This was not going to be gentle, not even close.

“Charlotte—you’re so fucking beautiful. Everything . . . your body, your face. You—inside and out.” My gravelly voice strained to speak. It wasn’t easy with the massive rush of blood heading south.

“It’s your turn to get naked,” she said. “I’ve shown you mine; it’s your turn to show me mine.” I smiled, at first thinking it was cute that she’d messed up what she was trying to say. Then . . . she hiccupped. Followed by a giggle.

I tried to ignore my conscience, even with the warning bells going on around me. I wanted her so fucking bad. But . . . A cork on her room service tray. Messed-up speech. Hiccups and giggling.

Looking over her shoulder, I caught the empty wine bottle on the dresser. “You drank that full bottle of wine yourself?”

“I didn’t save any”—hiccup—“for you, bossman.”

Fuck.

Fuck.

I almost did it. I had almost reached for her and taken what I’d wanted from the moment she entered my life. That is, until I realized exactly how inebriated she was. That brought me back to reality. I seemed to have forgotten that I couldn’t have her anyway.

Charlotte just kept looking at me with those glassy eyes. I was half-sauced myself with very little desire to move from my spot long enough to head back to my room. I just kept staring at her beautiful body.

“Sometimes you look at me, Reed, and I could swear you want to smack my ass.”

“‘Want’ isn’t strong enough of a word to describe what I want to do to your ass.”

Fuck. What was I saying? I was losing it.

Charlotte was looking down. My dick had completely betrayed me as it stretched through the crotch of my trousers, displaying a more-than-obvious erection. I was hard as hell, and there was nothing I could do about it.

“Looks like someone is happy to see me, even if you’re trying to convince yourself otherwise. Maybe I can help clear up some confusion?”

Charlotte reached behind her back.

What was she doing?

She unsnapped her bra and let it drop to the ground.

No. No. No.

Her gorgeous tits were now on full display. I swallowed, hardly able to contain the need to lick them. Her nipples were erect, and the skin around them prickled in little goosebumps. My eyes then landed on a tiny cluster of freckles in the middle of her cleavage. Charlotte’s breasts were beautiful, round, and hung naturally, unlike Allison’s stiff silicone.

Jump up and down for me, Charlotte. I want to see them bounce.

“Touch me,” she panted.

I literally put my hands behind my back. “I can’t touch you as it is, Charlotte. But I most certainly can’t touch you when you’re drunk.”

“What is it about me that stops you every time? You clearly want me. You gave your whole heart to someone like Allison, but you refuse to explore things even a little with me, to see where this could go. Just tell me what’s wrong with me. I can take it.”

God, I hated to let her think that my hesitancy had anything to do with Allison. Well, it did, but not in the way she thought at all.

She took two steps closer and seemed to lose her balance. Charlotte then wrapped her arms around my neck. Before I could process that, her lips were on mine.

A noise that I couldn’t identify came out of me. It felt like all the oxygen in my body escaped into Charlotte’s mouth as I surrendered to the need to kiss her. My hands were gripping her hair for dear life. I enveloped her lips with mine. Charlotte’s taste was sweet and intoxicating with a hint of white wine. I let my tongue slip inside her mouth for a few seconds, and the pleasure was too much to bear.