Chapter 162. Is This Okay?

CHARLOTTE

The elevator doors had barely hissed shut before I was on him again.

I couldn’t get enough of him, the taste of him mixed with the wine he drank that made him a bit tipsy.

My back met the cool metal wall, while his body felt like a searing line of heat against mine.

The glasses, now perched on his face, gave him an even hotter look that I couldn’t resist.

All that existed was his mouth, desperate and claiming, and the hard press of his hips against mine.

He kissed like he was memorizing the taste of me, his tongue sweeping past my lips with a low groan that vibrated through my entire body.

My hands fisted in his soft thick hair, pulling him closer, needing to erase every millimeter of space between us.

His own hands were everywhere—cupping my face, sliding down my spine to grip the back of my thighs, hiking me up until I had to wrap my legs around his waist just to stay upright.

Long enough, he broke from my lips to gas