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She stops at another tent, where fragrant bouquets of herbs release aromatic scents, and she plucks a sprig and brings it to my nose, inviting me to inhale the sweet and spicy scent before picking and choosing a few bunches to bring home.
I love watching her pick and choose the things she wants as her fingers skillfully sort through everything she touches and her eyes dance with joy. She’s clearly in her element and that makes me overjoyed.
When we finally wind down to stop, her basket is full and she's happy. I take the basket from her and entwine my hand with hers, and just like that we make our way to my car.
On the drive, she seems deep in thought, perhaps processing all the fun we’d just had. “I didn't talk too much today, did I?” she asks with a worried glance at me.
“Not at all. I feel like I learned a lot and I really appreciate that you took the time to teach me some of what you know.” I reach out and touch her thigh, squeezing gently, stunned by the heat that sears through me with the gesture. I like touching her and would like to touch her more.
As I drive, I notice the vivid colors of the sinking sun as the skies go bright golden with pink, blue, and purple hues igniting the clouds. I pull over and she laces her fingers with mine as we watch the breathtaking colors, and some love song plays softly on the radio.
For the first time in a long time, I feel totally warm, loved, and happy.
Chapter Fifteen
Alisha
I’m nearly giddy from the excitement of the day as he leads me into his home.
I know we're not dating, but this feels better than any date I've ever gone on. He knew exactly what I wanted to do. I enjoyed myself, and not once did he make me feel guilty for doing something I’m interested in that he probably wasn't.
There’s a strange buzz in the air, a hum along my skin as we walk into his living room. I turn to find him right beside me and my heartbeat begins to gallop in my chest. The look in his eyes makes my gaze drop to his lips, and I remember how he’d kissed me in the car that day at Club Red.
In that single glance, an unspoken understanding between us heightens the desire lingering in the room. Our conversation has come to a complete halt, but the silence isn't an uncomfortable one. It's a moment overshadowed by hunger, need, and quiet desperation. All of my pent-up excitement of the day bubbles up and that nervous energy needs an outlet. An outlet I know he can provide... if he’s willing and interested.
Nobody has touched me since...
I don't want to think about that right now. As I study his face, his hands find my waist and he pulls me closer. I swallow hard, wondering if my heart is beating so loudly he can hear the double thump in the narrow space between our bodies like a drum.
One of his hands leaves my waist to come up and cup my jaw. Both points of contact pulse with electric-like tingling excitement that washes through my body in waves. The only fleeting thought in my mind is that he's going to kiss me, and I hope he does.
He lowers his face to mine, studying my eyes and taking his time as if giving me ample opportunity to tell him no or push him away. I don't want to do either. In this moment I want him to kiss me again. Almost unsteady on my feet, his lips come a fraction of an inch from mine and his gaze darts back and forth across mine as if in warning that this is my last chance to push him away.
As our lips meet, a rush of anticipation surges through me, sending shivers down my spine. The gentle pressure of his lips against mine leaves me hungry for more, but he seems intent on taking his time, unlike the last time we kissed.
The touch of his hands on my waist and jaw are delicate, yet electric, igniting a deep desire to feel him touch me everywhere. My eyes drift closed, shutting out the world around us, and darkness brings the feeling of his soft lips exploring mine to the front of my mind.
His tongue presses to the seam of my lips, asking me to invite him inside. The taste of cinnamon and sugar still clings to his lips and breath from our donuts at the Farmer’s Market and his unique flavor. The taste of him sparks a craving, leaving me yearning for more.
Inhaling through my nose, I catch the scent of his thick, rich, woodsy cologne. He smells like a warm cabin in rain-drenched woods... like coming home after a long day, or a safe haven. His hand moves up my side, igniting an unexpected heat in me.
I put a hand on his chest and give him a gentle push. He releases me and backs up a step, his eyes curious and worried. Not sure what to say, I go ahead and act while I’m still brave enough to do so. Grabbing the hem of my shirt, I pull it up over my head while he watches, then drop it on the floor at my feet.
Without a word, he scoops me up and carries me back to his bedroom. Placing me on my feet near the bed, he pulls his shirt off before reaching for me. One hand cups the back of my neck in a sexy, exciting hold while the other slips down my lower back toward my backside.
With a whimper, I grab his face in both hands and bring his lips to mine, loving how his skin feels on mine and hating my bra for being a barrier between us. He breaks the kiss to release me from the prison of my bra and I take advantage of the moment.
Inhaling the scent of his skin, I get his cologne and the unique deliciousness that is one hundred percent Charles. My tongue flicks over the spot just under his collarbone and he lets out a growl. When our skin meets again, there are no barriers and excitement screams through me. His tongue brushes against mine, sending a jolt of pleasure coursing through my veins. As our breaths mingle, that warm, intoxicating feeling overwhelms me, and tingling desire settles low in my core. At this moment, he could do anything to me and I’d be helpless to stop him.
I want him. More than I’ve wanted anyone, ever.
His hand on the back of my neck relaxes, and he trails the tips of his fingers down my spine, sending a shiver through me and I break the kiss, gasping as my spine arches with the exquisite sensations. He ducks his head and takes one of my nipples in his mouth, tugging gently as he suckles, sending a bolt of desire right to my center.
I squeeze my thighs together, needing more, needing release, but he doesn't seem ready to progress this moment between us just yet. But with every touch of his hands, every gentle stroke of his fingertips, the feeling of his lips and mouth on my chest... I need more... and soon.
I try to push him away again, but this time he seems to sense what I need, and he kneels before me. His hands tug my pants down, revealing my cotton panties. Without warning, he buries his face between my thighs and I nearly fall down, one hand grabbing the top of his head for support as my pants bind up my legs below the knee.
He grabs hold of me, keeping me upright as he turns his face right and left, burrowing deeper until his heated breath warms the delicate button between my legs. I whimper at the sensory overload at the same moment his tongue flicks over that delicate spot, sending a shockwave of need through me.
