Page 171 of No Filter

He made a face, considering it.

‘That’s true. We got a little carried away before I could get to that bit.’ He flashed his eyes at me and my body responded.

‘It’s probably a good thing you didn’t say anything that first time you came over, you know.’

Charlie traced a finger along my shoulder. ‘What makes you say that?’

‘Because I’m not sure we would have got much done.’

He followed his finger with his lips, dropping tiny butterfly kisses along my skin, following it up my neck before moving lower. ‘I don’t know,’ he said. ‘I think we might have got plenty done.’ He gave me a look under his lashes and I caught my fingers in his hair.

‘I once said that you only had the body of a bad boy. I’m beginning to reassess that. In fact, I think you may actually be a very bad influence indeed.’

He gave me a look that confirmed I might well be right.

‘Would it make you feel better if I asked you out? Formally?’

I smiled. ‘Maybe.’

‘All right.’ He pushed himself up onto his elbows and rolled so that he was on his side, propped up on one elbow. Reaching over, he took my hand. ‘Libby Cartright, would you go out with me?’

I pulled a face as if I were thinking about it.

‘Although, it’s funny. I heard that you had this thing about never sleeping with a man on the first date…’

He ran his eyes over me, teasing.

I narrowed my eyes at him, and he waggled his eyebrows.

‘Not quite so principled after all, then?’

‘You know you’re going to pay for that, don’t you?’

He reached over and ran an arm underneath my body, flipping me so that I was on my back, looking up at him now supported on muscular arms above me.

‘Oh, I hope so.’