The Right Guy - Liz Lovelock Page 0,32
of move I’d put on girls when I was in high school. But Charity needs gentle and slow. I intend to deliver that.
Her finger moves against mine. Taking it as an invitation, I curl my hand over hers. A wave of exhilaration rushes over me. You’d think I’d never held hands with a girl before. Charity is different. She’s the one who left, and I lost her. I’d thought she was gone forever, yet here she is beside me, gripping my hand as tightly as I am hers.
When the movie ends, all the guys leave, and the tired-looking girls make their way to their beds. Charity stands from the ground and stumbles back slightly. I reach out, take her arm, and steady her.
“Thanks, just a little light-headed. I got up too fast.”
I keep my hold on her. She shifts a little closer. Moving my arm, I drape it over her shoulders. Thankfully, she doesn’t fight me or move away.
“Charity, you can sleep in Willow’s bed if that’s good with you,” Addison says. I swear, Willow and Jane are never here anymore.
“Yeah, that’s fine. I’m going to bed. My body is screaming at me to sleep.” As she says it, her body sways against mine.
“Here, I’ll help you so you don’t fall flat on your face. You’re swaying right now.” I chuckle. No one else says anything, so I lead her in the direction of the room.
She sits on the bed the minute she gets close enough to collapse on it. “Gosh, I don’t think I’ve felt this tired ever.” She rubs her face. Hesitantly, I take a seat beside her. She’s so beautiful.
“Sorry about earlier and being all macho man. It’s not who I am, but when it comes to you…” My words fade.
Charity’s hand reaches out and takes mine. “It’s okay. It’s probably me. I tend to overthink things sometimes. Maybe this time we can actually start over.”
My thumb glides over her knuckles. Her skin is smooth and soft. “I’d like that very much.”
“Me too,” she whispers.
“Charity…” My body wants her. My lips want to taste her, to caress every part of her in ways that make her forget her past. Swallowing, I ask the burning question that sits on the tip of my tongue. “Can I kiss you again?”
She sucks her bottom lip in between her teeth. Even that small move does things to me. The urge to jump her pounds in my chest, but I use every bit of strength in me to hold back until she gives me the all clear.
Her face meets mine. “I’d like that.” My hand wraps around her neck, and I thread my fingers through her hair. I pull her against me. My heart thrums with anticipation. Our noses gently touch, her eyes close, and I memorize every freckle that splays across her nose and cheeks. She has captured me, and I’ll gladly be her prisoner.
Gently, I press my mouth to hers. A small groan erupts from her throat, which causes my senses to go into overload, but I refrain from becoming a pushy asshole. Scaring her away isn’t what I want. She’s a fragile flower, and one wrong touch could crumple her. I won’t be the one to cause her pain. Love is what I want her to feel when she’s with me. I’ll be her security if she’ll let me.
Charity presses her lips harder to mine, and I don’t let her pull back. Instead, she opens her mouth and allows my tongue access, and it soon becomes a tangle of tongues. Together, we’re electrifying. I am the current, and she’s the zap that follows. She’s all I want.
With one swift move, she lifts her leg over my lap and straddles me. Our kiss deepens. Desire radiates between us. My hands slide down her back and over the curve of her hips, stopping on her perfectly shaped ass. As I slide her closer to me, a sigh rips through my chest.
“You’re so beautiful, Charity,” I say, pulling back a little so she can see the truth in my eyes.
“Do you want to know something I’ve never told anyone else?” she asks.
I nod.
“You’re the first guy I’ve ever kissed.” Her cheeks become a rose color, and her admission has me wanting her more. Now I know, without a shadow of doubt, that I have to take things slow with her.
“Thank you for sharing that with me. I hope you enjoyed it.” I grin. My fingers trace down her jawline and along the