Seeking Happily Ever After (Ever After #8) - Elena Aitken Page 0,44

the top of Char’s head. And then, because when it came to this woman, he simply couldn’t seem to keep his hands or his lips off her, he moved his kiss lower, to the sensitive skin behind her ear that always made her squirm when he kissed her there.

Sure enough, she wiggled her way back into him, pressing her peach-perfect ass against his growing desire and tipped her head back so it rested on his shoulder, and he could have easier access. But Nick wanted more than kisses on the neck. So much more. This woman made him want things that he had no business wanting. But he couldn’t help it. And anyway, he wasn’t sure he wanted to.

He wrapped an arm around her and spun Char on the wood floor so she was facing him and he could gently lay her back onto the floor where he could kiss her properly. There was still no furniture in the cabin, but that wouldn’t stop him. It might even be extra fun.

The more of Charlotte that he experienced, the more he wanted. She was like a drug. Even though whatever was happening between them was meant to be an arrangement, it was starting to feel like a whole lot more than that, and very quickly. Maybe he should be worried about how close they were getting, but he wasn’t. Not even a little.

Nick lowered his body, so his mouth could close over hers, but moments before his lips found their target, she wiggled underneath him and slipped out from under him.

“I’m working,” she protested with a smile. “I have so much to do here and—I didn’t even ask…is everything okay? You don’t usually pop in unannounced.” She asked the question as she got to her feet and picked up a paintbrush.

She looked over to him as Nick flipped around so he was sitting and could watch her bend to dip the paint in the bucket. If he couldn’t kiss her, a close second would have to be watching her bend over. He wiggled his eyebrows and she laughed.

“I just wanted to see you.” It was the truth. He’d been running a few errands and when he popped into the Hub, Katie’s adventure equipment store, she’d practically stolen Amelia right out of his arms and told him to take a Dad break. So he’d done just that. But faced with an hour or two without the baby, the only person he’d wanted to spend that time with was Charlotte. No contest. “And I brought snacks.” He got to his feet and fetched the coffee and bag of muffins he’d picked up at Sweetie Pies before coming. He’d ditched them at the front when he’d seen Char on the floor when he’d come in.

“I like snacks.”

He laughed. “I brought bubbly, too.” He held up the bottle of Prosecco he’d picked up last minute. “We never really toasted to your new job and now that you’re almost done…”

“That sounds awesome.” She winked over her shoulder and turned back to the wall she was painting. “Just let me finish this—” She squealed when Nick wrapped his arms around her and put a cheeky kiss on her neck. “Nick!” Charlotte spun around and swiped his cheek with the paintbrush.

He jumped back and his mouth dropped open. “You did not just do that?”

She wiggled her hips and grinned at him. “Oh, I think I just did.”

Nick curled his lips up in a wicked smile of his own. “It’s on, baby.” He moved quickly, grabbing the extra paintbrush and dipping it in the paint before she would have a chance to realize what was happening.

“Oh no.” Charlotte laughed. “Nick!”

Her protests fueled him as he returned the favor and dotted paint on her nose before she once again jabbed her brush in his direction.

“I don’t think so.” Nick used his longer legs and arms to his advantage and moved quickly to wrap her up in his arms, pinning hers down by her sides so he could not only prevent further attacks, but also take the opportunity to kiss her. Just as she always did, Charlotte melted against his lips and deepened the kiss with a small moan.

He’d kissed his share of women in his life, but never had it felt like it did with Charlotte. Perfect and totally meant to be.

Painting forgotten, Nick pressed Char up against the wall and slid one hand down her body, to the button on her jeans. It was becoming a problem, his total