“Fine. Maybe I do need help.”
I take her hands in mine and push her hair back. “You might have a bruise in the morning.”
“Nah, I don’t bruise that easily.” She lets out a breath and rests one hand on my forearm. I’m still cradling her face in my hands, pretending like I’m looking for more damage.
She shuffles closer. “Everything look all right, doctor?”
“Yeah,” I say, breath hitching. “I should probably look you over in the light just to be sure.”
“And naked too, right?” She giggles and wiggles her eyebrows.
“That would be the responsible thing to do. Make sure you don’t have a serious head injury that requires immediate medical attention.”
She runs her hand down my arm and slips her fingers through mine. “I had fun tonight.”
“We literally just ate dinner.”
“I like to eat food.”
I reach past her and shut the passenger side door. “I noticed.”
“I feel like that could be an insult.”
“No.” I shake my head. I don’t even know what I’m saying. Because I don’t know what’s going on. Charlie is drunk and now I think she’s hitting on me. Maybe? Fuck. All I know is that I want her. Bad. We go into the house and Charlie still hasn’t let go of my hand. “You still want that fried rice?”
“Nah, I’m just thirsty now.”
I bet you are.
“What do you want? Plain old water would do you some good.”
“You know what else would do me some good?”
I take my hand from hers and turn on the light. “I can think of a lot of things.”
“I’m sure you can.” Her eyes meet mine and there’s no denying the lust in her eyes. She wobbles as she tries to undo the buckles on her shoes. Worried she’s going to tip right over, I take hold of her shoulders.
“Thanks.” She gets one shoe off and plants her foot on the ground. I keep a hold of her just in case. Back with two feet on the ground, she doesn’t need me to help her anymore. I slowly run my hands down her arms. Charlie inches closer, and her tongue darts out, wetting her lips. My cock jumps and my body reacts on its own accord. I bring one hand to her waist, feeling the curve of her hip, and pull her to me.
She doesn’t object. Doesn’t pull away. My heart lurches, and I bring my other hand to her, slipping it around to her back. I splay my fingers against her and step in. Charlie’s lips part and she tips her head up, looking me right in the eye. I move my gaze from her eyes to her lips, and then down to her breasts. Everything about her is beautiful, and everything about this is familiar.
She feels so fucking good in my arms. This is where she was meant to be, and where she should have been all along. I never should have let her go, and now that she’s back…something feels wrong.
Because she’s drunk.
Charlie wraps her arms around my shoulders, and my self-control goes out the window.
“Owen,” she whispers and stands on her toes.
“Charlie,” I whisper back and lower my head so that my forehead rests against hers. She tightens her hold on me, and I can feel her heart hammering away just as fast as mine is. Her breasts are crushed against my chest, so soft and so warm. She inhales and tips her head up.
I don’t think. Don’t give myself a moment to hesitate. I part my lips and kiss her. The world stops spinning the moment her lips press against mine. A soft moan escapes her lips and she kisses me back. Heat rushes through my body, and my cock jumps. She presses her hips against mine, wanting to feel me get hard against her. It always turned her on to know she was the one making my cock hard.
I slip my tongue into her mouth and bring one hand to her hair, tangling a handful around my fingers. Desperation erupts between us, and we stumble back into the kitchen, tripping over each other’s feet. I pick her up and set her on the kitchen counter. Charlie parts her legs and welcomes me between, bringing her hands up to my face as we kiss.
I move my mouth from her lips to her neck and she tosses her head back, dropping one hand to my pants. She fumbles with the button on my jeans but gets it undone. I reach around and find the zipper on her dress. I start to pull it down when she grips my shoulders with one hand, leaning back and bunching up her dress with her other.
Cock hard and aching to be inside of her, I pull away just to catch my breath. She tastes just as good as I remember, if not better. Licking my lips, I go back for another kiss, and Charlie hooks her leg around me. I wrap her in an embrace, pulling her as close as I can, needing to feel every inch of her against me.