It was not a gentle kiss like the ones on the beach. This one was power itself. I opened my mouth to his, and he quickly invaded and began an insistent exploration.
I wound my fingers in the fabric of his shirt and leaned in closer. A chill spread over me at the soft growl he gave at my movements.
How we got to laying fully on the couch, I couldn’t say. We were kissing, and then he was beside me on the oversized sofa. I strained to get closer to him.
Our feet moved to become entangled. I grasped his shoulders and held on as the kiss grew deeper and my head began to spin.
His hand moved to my back and dipped under the edge of my shirt. I felt as though I had been branded. It was the first time his hand had gone under any of my clothes. The sheer pleasure of his touch made me whimper.
His hand moved down to press on my lower back, drawing me harder against him. I pulled him even closer.
Suddenly, Charlie pushed himself away from me.