It wasn’t just anyone’s touch, and that was important. Because Charlotte Thompson, to this very day, touched Sutton like no one else ever had. Like she knew exactly what Sutton wanted when Sutton herself might not know.
And she did.
Even now.
Charlotte placed her thumb under Sutton’s chin to tilt her head up before she moved her warm mouth to Sutton’s neck, and she could feel her own pulse hammering as warm lips touched the sensitive spots there.
The folder with Charlotte’s notes fell to the floor, and Sutton whimpered as she slid her hand into silky, brown hair.
“You don’t,” Charlotte murmured against her neck, somehow without stopping those sensations that made Sutton’s hands shake with need.
“What?” She blinked her eyes open, starting to clear the clouds there over her rational thoughts.
“You don’t have a radar for falling for the wrong people,” Charlotte said against her neck before she nipped, and Sutton’s knees went weak for a few seconds.
But—no.
The word broke through her lustful haze.
No. No, they were not going down that route.
This was Charlotte. Whose touch made Sutton yearn, made her burn, made her ache and want and need, more than anyone in her life. Even her wife, even the few people she’d tried to be with in the last few years.
But it was Charlotte who had a touch that convinced Sutton that Charlotte was feeling things she wasn’t. It was such a confusing touch.
Because though Sutton had learned long ago that while Charlotte’s touch told her that Sutton was all Charlotte wanted, Charlotte’s words and actions and ambitions told her that Charlotte wanted much, much more.
It was a dangerous game.
One she’d been determined not to play.
Shaking her head, she used her hold on Charlotte to push her back.
And even though she didn’t want to look, she did. She looked at how Charlotte’s hair looked ever so slightly disheveled, how her eyes looked heavy and dark with utter desire, how her lips were bruised from Sutton’s kiss…
Sutton shivered and wrapped her arms around herself.
“I… I think you should go.”
“Sutton,” Charlotte started, clearly ready with her pretty words.
But Sutton was no longer someone who fell for pretty words so easily.
CHAPTER FIVE
Charlotte was in a tricky situation,and she knew it.
But the facts were these:
1: She wanted Sutton Spencer more than she wanted anything or anyone else. She wanted Sutton Spencer with an intensity, a burning, anachingthat resonated through her entire body.
2: She craved time with Sutton, in any capacity. Enough that she’d deliberately sought Sutton out on a night they weren’t even supposed to see one another. Charlotte… she didn’tdothat.
She knew she was testier than she should have been the day after they’d kissed because it was a Tuesday, and they were supposed to meet on Tuesdays. They had for weeks now, and Charlotte had come to look forward to Tuesdays. It didn’t matter if Sutton never sat directly next to her, made certain not to touch her, and worked to avoid talking about herself. Just being with Sutton and having easy conversation… itfelt good.
3: Charlotte knew that kissing Sutton Spencer for the first time in over a decade felt like heaven.
4: She knew she wanted more of it.
