Page 149 of Power Play

Charm stepped forward, grabbed the front of my shirt, and kissed me.

Any question I had disappeared.

My hand caught the door before it swung back into the wall while the other went around her waist automatically. She kissed me hard enough to shove me one step backward, and before I recovered, she kicked the door closed behind her and came at me again.

“Okay,” I breathed against her mouth, half laughing because I had never seen Charm do anything with so little hesitation. “That kind of hello.”

“Stop talking.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

She kissed me again, and the laugh died in my chest.

Whatever this was, she had come here determined.

Her hands slid beneath the hem of my shirt, palms hot against my stomach while mine traveled over the jacket and found the curve of her waist. I had wanted her since the first time I saw her trying not to look at me. During the last six weeks, wanting had turned into something fucking brutal.

I knew the taste of her now. I knew the little sound she made when my mouth found the place beneath her ear, how easily she fit against me, and how much restraint it took every time I felt her body go soft inside my hands.

I wanted to fuck this woman so badly I could taste the thought of it.

Charm pulled back enough to drag my shirt over my head, and I let her.

My control had apparently decided it could take the evening off.

She tossed the shirt somewhere behind her and went straight for my mouth again. I backed her toward the wall, one hand spreading over her hip while the other slid into her hair. Her body hit the plaster softly, and she made a breathless sound that went directly through me.

“Fuck, mi hada.”

Her fingers moved to the opening of her jacket.

Then she smiled.

Something about that smile warned me a second before she pulled the zipper down.

Black lace.

My brain stopped.

The jacket fell open enough to reveal a black lace bra that had never been designed with modesty in mind. When Charm shrugged the denim off her shoulders and let it drop, I saw the tiny black underwear disappearing beneath a garter belt, the stockings, and those fucking boots.

Every intelligent thought I possessed packed its own suitcase and left for Flint without me.

Charm watched my face. For the first time since she arrived, uncertainty flickered through all that determination.

“You hate it?”

I stared at her. “Hate it?”

Her fingers shifted against her thighs.

I stepped closer until she had to tilt her head back to look at me. “If you ever ask me something that stupid again while wearing that, I’m charging you for emotional damages.”

Her mouth twitched. “So you like it.”

“I’m trying not to have a medical event.”

That earned the laugh I wanted, and I caught her waist before she could finish it.