Chapter 207
CHARLOTTE-
I considered pushing him away.
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My stupid heart refused. Especially not with the way he was looking at me-like he’d been starving for years and I was the only thing that could feed him..
Was he even aware of the expression on his face?
“Have sex with me,” I whispered. “Unless you don’t want to-”
I did not have time to finish.
Luca crashed his mouth onto mine.
It was not the drunk kiss from Monaco. It was not champagne or a mistake we could laugh off in the morning.
It was two best friends who had stayed on opposite sides of the wall for too long and finally fallen through it, colliding in a Barcelona suite that still smelled like airport and rain.
Explosive was too small a word.
Luca kissed me like a man who had been saying no with his mouth and yes with every other part of his body. Like he hadn’t had sex in years. Like he would die if he didn’t get his tongue in my mouth right now.
I made a sound I didn’t recognize.
His hand found my jaw first-hands almost shaking, then slid into my hair and fisted it, tilting my head so he could kiss me deeper.
His other hand slammed against the wall beside my head. I opened for him and he groaned into my mouth, low and wrecked, the sound going straight between my legs.
I had never been kissed like this.
He tasted like impatience and the mint he’d chewed on the plane and something darker that was just him.
I fisted his shirt and pulled him closer. He pressed me harder into the wall until there was no space left.
My hips met his and I felt him-hard, long, unmistakable, and the kiss went from desperate to filthy.
Tongue. Teeth. The kind of kiss that was already sex with clothes on.
I had been missing this without even realizing it.
His palm slid under my top. Warm. Rough. My back arched off the wall. I bit his lower lip and he cursed into my mouth, a broken “fuck, Charlotte,” before kissing me even deeper, like he wanted to live there.
My thigh hooked around his hip.
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He lifted me like I weighed nothing. I gasped as his cock pressed right against my pussy through two layers of clothes. He was so hard it had to hurt.
He was aroused?
For me?
The suite disappeared. Barcelona disappeared.
There was only heat and the wet sound of our mouths and the fact that I had asked and he had answered with his entire body.
His hands kept roaming-waist, sides, the underside of my breast.
His thumb dragged over my nipple through the thin fabric of my bra and I made a sound I would be embarrassed about later.
He swallowed it. Groaned again, deeper this time, like he was in pain.
I wanted more of that sound.
My hands were in his hair, then down his chest, then lower. I cupped him through his pants and he jerked against me, a rough groan tearing out of his throat.
“Charlotte-”
It wasn’t a warning. It was a plea.
I squeezed him again, just to hear it. He thrust once, slow, grinding that hard length right where I needed him.
White flashed behind my eyes. This was what I had asked for in Italy. This was what he had called complicated.
It did not feel complicated.
It felt like the only right thing either of us had ever done.
He kissed down my throat, open-mouthed and hungry.
I tipped my head back against the wall and let him. His mouth was hot. His teeth scraped the place where my neck met my shoulder and I moaned loud enough that the people in the next suite probably heard.
He didn’t care. He sucked hard enough to leave a mark and groaned against my skin like he was the one being ruined.
When he came back to my mouth it was hungrier, messier. A man who had been holding himself on a leash for years and had finally let it snap.
I pulled him closer. I wanted this version of him-the one who forgot every rule he’d ever made about me.
I wanted the version he never gave those other girls. I wanted him to break. I wanted him to lose control. I wanted him to give me all of him.
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My nails dug into his shoulders. He lifted me higher, grinding against me in slow movements of his hips.
ery time he did it I felt how hard he was, how much he wanted this, how close he already was to losing
“Luca,” I breathed against his mouth.
He made a sound like I’d hurt hirn. Like he loved hearing me call him like that.
His hand slid under my skirt.
Rough palm on the inside of my thigh. Higher. Higher.
His fingers brushed the lace of my wet panties and he froze for half a second, groaning so low it vibrated through my chest.
I rubbed my pussy against his fingers, chasing more.
He cursed.
My head fell back.
That was when he tore away.
Air rushed in between us, cold and brutal.
For a long moment we just stared at each other, both breathing like we’d run for our lives. His mouth was red. His pupils were wide. The front of his pants was strained. Like there was no space in there.
“Sorry, Charlotte.”
His voice was wrecked. Full of pain.
“I can’t do it. You’re my best friend. I can’t cross that line.”
Then he stormed out of the suite like I had done something to him.
The door slammed. I winced.
I fell back against the wall.
Shock first.
Then something sharper. Anger.
How could he?
First he rejected me in a towel in his mother’s house.
Now he kissed me like the world was ending, put his hands under my clothes, let me feel exactly how hard he was-and then pulled away again before any of it could happen.
I was more pissed than before.
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I touched my mouth. It felt used. Good. Ruined.
Coward,” I told the empty room.
He’d awakened that part of me and then fled like we’d done something terrible.
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I slid down the wall until I was sitting on hotel carpet, lips swollen, aching between the legs, and I laughed once because if I didn’t laugh I was going to throw something at the glass.
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Dex Morgan
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