A wave of warm breath brushed against her skin.
“Don’t be mad… Let me ‘cover’ you again.”
“…”
What the hell do you mean, cover?!
Who wants that?!
Candice struggled, but Charlie didn’t let go. He guided her hand slowly across his waist. Through his shirt, his abs were heating up, solid under her touch. Her eyes didn’t dare drift any lower.
“T-That girl earlier… You—do you really not know her?”
She tried desperately to change the subject.
Charlie answered with a lazy hum, deep and magnetic. His head leaned against her, and with deft fingers, the hook at the back of her top was silently undone…
Her breathing grew shallow and uneven.
Quick, then slow. Then quick again.
“L-Let’s just talk, okay? D-Don’t—”
Don’t do this…
Just as he was savoring her like dessert after dinner, his pho
