Chapter 161

• Howard's fingers slid beneath the loosened gown, tracing the lace edge of her panties with deliberate slowness. Charlotte was drenched, slick heat coating his touch, and a surge of male pride swelled in his chest—he'd made her this wet with just kisses, his body alone unraveling her. Her eyes fluttered shut, lost in ecstasy, back arching to press her bare skin flush against his broad chest, the hard planes of muscle a perfect cage for her softness.
• He kissed her shoulder reverently, lips lingering on the delicate curve, then pressed one finger inside her—slow, deep, filling her tight warmth. Charlotte moaned sharply, a sound raw and needy, her walls clenching around him. She wasn't ready for the intensity, the sudden stretch, but pleasure crashed over her like a wave, drowning every thought of truth or the future. Her body trembled, hips rocking instinctively.
• In a fluid motion, he turned her to face him again, their eyes locking—his blue gaze burning with possessive love, hers hazy with desire. He pressed his body closer, hips pinning hers to the glass, the city lights witnessing their fire. Her hands flew to his neck, fingers threading into his dark hair, pulling him nearer as she leaned back against the cool window for leverage.