Page 124 of The Grand Duel
I swallow, his admission unexpected. “You could have me.”
He’s shaking his head before I can finish. “I can’t.”
I frown, my lips pursing.
“Lis…”
My eyes drift closed at my name. “I told you.” I chuckle, rolling over the divide and falling into his chest, my knee slipping between his effortlessly. “I really like it when you say my name like that.”
He swallows, his hand settling on my waist, his nose brushing mine. “I don’t even want you to stop,” he says as if it shocks him.
“I know.”
“We’ve been drinking.”
“I’m fine.”
“It matters.” He screws his eyes tight. “It matters to me.”
I frown at the way his words shake and immediately try to put distance between us, but he stops me, flattening his hand on my back. “Don’t…” He trails off, and I can tell he’s fighting something. Something deep inside. He reaches between us and runs his thumb across my bottom lip, his eyes following. “You test me in a way no one ever has before.”
I tilt my chin up, chasing his touch, desperate. “I don’t mean to.”
“I think that’s the worst part,” he whispers.
“Charlie, please.”
His eyes close, and I know I’m pushing against something I shouldn’t.
I rock forward, running my hand through his hair as our bodies grind together. “Please.”
His hand roams down to my ass, pulling me tighter to him. “We”—his lips brush my ear, my cheek—“can’t.”
I let out a moan as he shifts, the feel of his cock now lined up with my pussy. “Charles…Charles, yes,” I whisper, my mouth parting and so close to his.
His hand slides down and around my thigh, trailing up under the shirt until he reaches my hip bone. “Lissie,” he hisses, body going rigid. “Why aren’t you wearing underwear?”
“I couldn’t wear them with my dress.”
His head falls back, and I chuckle, taking hold of it and pulling it back up to look at me. “Hey!”
“You’re killing me.”
I roll my hips, my clit throbbing with the friction. “I can feel you better like this.”
He opens his eyes and frowns at me, at a loss. “You’re a nightmare.”
“I’ll be whatever you need me to be right now, Charles.”
He places a hand on my hip and stops me. “Lis.”
I open my eyes and relax my hips. “We can’t,” I say, knowing it’s what he’s about to say.
With arousal aching throughout my entire middle, I roll away, dropping back to the pillows.
He leans over me, straightening out the buttons between my breasts before reaching up with two fingers and dusting the hair back from my forehead. “I won’t have you like this. Not after we’ve both drunk so much.”
I nod, wondering what he’d do if I kissed him right now. I reach up and run my hand through his hair. “Okay.”