Chapter 132. Sisters’ War

CHARLOTTE

And before I could protest again, his mouth claimed mine—and deepened the kiss.

Heat flooded between us instantly.

I gasped against his lips, and he caught the sound—swallowed it—pulling me closer until our bodies aligned perfectly.

Another groan rumbled out of him, muffled against my mouth, raw and uncontrollable.

It sent a shiver racing down my spine.

His other hand slid to my waist, fingers curving around me with a possessive tenderness that made my breath hitch.

When he finally pulled back to breathe, his forehead rested against mine, his warm, uneven breaths brushing my lips.

“God…” he whispered, voice rough. “You have no idea how much I missed this.”

Before I could answer, he captured my mouth again—slower this time, sensual, his lips dragging softly over mine before sealing the kiss once more.

My hands rose to cup his face, my thumbs brushing the heat of his cheeks.

He leaned into my touch with a shak