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“Is there a rule about kissing in the middle of the day?” My lips quirk up in a smile. I can’t seem to help myself where Charlotte is concerned.
“No. No kissing.”
“Just one. Come on. You have to give me a chance to up my score.” I watch as she bites down on her lip to keep from smiling.
“Four at best, Pennington,” she razzes.
I lean in close, our lips barely a breath apart. “I can do better.” I hover, our breath mingling, but I don’t move any closer. “Tell me I can kiss you, Charlie.”
She rolls those big blue eyes. “Fine. If it will get you to stop asking. It’s pointless,” she says, her voice a breathy whisper.
“What’s pointless?”
“You trying to up your number? You’re a four, Spencer. It’s okay. I knew there was something you weren’t perfect at. I just never thought it would be this.”
The words are barely out of her mouth before I press my lips to hers. Hers are just as soft as I remember them being. It’s not even been a full week since I last kissed her, yet her taste still seems new.
As I slide my tongue across her lips, she opens for me, just like I need her to, and I dip my tongue inside. Her hands grip my shirt as she sucks on my tongue, taking over what’s supposed to be my kiss. Not that I’m complaining. I’m expecting a low rating because that’s the game she wants to play, and I’m fine with that. It just gives me more motivation to convince her to kiss me again, to test out my rating again.
I can play this kissing game as long as she’s willing. It’s not a hardship to kiss the beauty sitting in my passenger seat, gripping my shirt like she’s afraid I might disappear at any moment.
My hand slides behind her neck, allowing me to pull her closer, to hold her lips to mine. Fuck, I could get lost in this woman and not give a single fuck if I ever came up for air again. The honking of a horn off in the distance causes her to freeze and pull away. I don’t let her get far, instead holding her close and resting my forehead against hers.
“Well?” I ask, trying to catch my breath.
“I guess that was a little better,” she mumbles. Her eyes are closed, and her lips are red and swollen.
It takes every ounce of willpower I have not to kiss her again. “I need a number, Charlie.”
“Four.”
“No way, babe. That was not a four.” Softly, I run the pad of my thumb over the pulse in her neck. “Does a four make your pulse race?” I ask, my voice low. “Does a four make your pussy ache?” I ask when I see her shifting in her seat.
“Spencer!” she scolds.
“Tell me, Charlie. If I were to slide my hand between your thighs, under that sexy-as-fuck skirt you’re wearing, would I find you wet and wanting me?” My cock presses against the zipper of my pants, but that doesn’t stop me. I’m just making this worse on myself, thinking about her pussy being swollen and wet, needing me to take the ache away.
Me.
She’s wet for me.
I don’t need to see it. Her eyes tell me everything that I need to know. “So tell me again, what’s my number?” I ask, my lips grazing her ear.
“F-Five.”
A deep chuckle pulls from my chest. I place a kiss on her temple and sit back in my seat. “We both know that was not a five, but I like this kissing game we’re playing. Gives me more chances to kiss you.”
“What? No. No games. You are not going to kiss me again. This was— No. Not anymore, Spencer. We can’t.”
“We can and we will.” I want to lean over this console and fucking devour her lips, but I refrain. I’m learning so much about this woman. She’s not at all who I thought she was, and my need to learn everything about her is deep-rooted. Almost as much as I want her to admit that my kisses rock her world.
Putting the SUV in Drive, I pull out of the parking spot and back out onto the road. The drive to Calloway is quiet, just the soft hum of the radio in the background. It’s so low I can’t make out the lyrics, but that’s okay. I like the fact that we’re riding together and we’re not arguing for once.
Truth be told, I argue with her to get her attention. She dismissed me so easily, as if I was nothing. That’s the only way I knew to get her attention. It pissed her off, then we started competing for grades, and ten years later, here we are. I never imagined she would be back in my life like this. First, as the sister of the woman my best friend was going to marry. Now, as my future employee.
All week I’ve thought of her constantly, and this morning she was there as if just thinking about her brought her back into my everyday world. I didn’t know how I was going to see her again, and now here she is. Sitting next to me. Spending time with me. That’s when an idea hits me. I can drag this out. I can request more information, tell the physicians that the board needs to look at the numbers again, something, anything, to keep her with me like this.
Maybe, just maybe, in time, she’ll be okay with kissing her rival. Who knows, maybe there is more for us than this game we’re playing. What I do know is that I’m going to make it so that we have the time to figure it out.
