That was all Sutton needed or wanted or could stand to hear.
She used the hold she still had on Charlotte’s wrist to tug her forward, her other hand coming up to cup Charlotte’s jaw, holding her in place as she descended.
Their lips were already open as Sutton fell into the kiss. Furious and demanding andyes.Yes, she wanted this.Yes, she wanted Charlotte with a terrifying, ridiculous, needy arousal with which she’d never wanted anyone else.
Andyes. She agreed that they were not physiologically ever meant to be just friends. Whatever that could possibly mean, however that sort of chemistry worked.
She could feel it in her veins as she licked into Charlotte’s mouth, swallowing the deep, throaty moan Charlotte let out. The moan reverberated through Sutton’s body, landing in her stomach and then melting lower, making her even wetter than she already was.
It shouldn’t even be possible to be so wet, she thought in the back of her mind. So achingly, pulsatinglysoaked, after just a fucking charged conversation.
But this was Charlotte Thompson.
Charlotte arched against her, pressing her body right against Sutton’s, like she wanted to be so close, to feel Sutton against her with everything she had, and she could feel Charlotte’s entire body vibrating against hers.
One of Charlotte’s hands scratched at her neck before carding into her hair, and the other slid down, under Sutton’s shirt.
At the touch of Charlotte’s fingers on her own already-hot skin, she moaned against Charlotte’s mouth. God, yes. She fuckingcravedthis.
Her own hands darted down, tugging Charlotte’s shirt out from where it had been tucked into her pants, wanting to feel the same soft skin. She used her hips to press Charlotte harder into the counter as she ran her hands up Charlotte’s sides, revelling in the feeling of her soft skin.
Charlotte’s nails dug into Sutton’s back, the biting pain driving Sutton higher, making her need ratchet up even higher, burn even hotter.
She slid her hands up higher, leaning back just enough to be able to cup Charlotte’s breasts, thumbing over her hard nipples through her bra. She leaned down, refusing to give up the taste of Charlotte, the soft but so hungry feeling of her kiss.
Like Charlotte craved her just as much.
And shedid. She’d admitted to it. She’d never not wanted Sutton; emotionally, there had been everything else that had come between them, but she’d never truly registered how much she’d needed that confirmation till now.
She used more force than was probably necessary to tug the cups of Charlotte’s bra down. She didn’t need to take the garmentoffyet; she just needed to feel her. She pinched Charlotte’s nipples, already so hard, and felt Charlotte’s body jerk against hers, her hips starting to rock into Sutton’s.
Charlotte had wanted Sutton from the first day, from the moment she’d seen her picture.
The thought drove her forward, decisively kicking Charlotte’s feet apart, and pressed her thigh right in between Charlotte’s legs.
Through both of their pants, she could feel how hot Charlotte was for her already. She felt it even before her nails scratched down Sutton’s back, holding tightly on to her hips, trying to pull her closer.
Charlotte’s want for her had never been sated.
She rocked her thigh hard up against Charlotte, groaning roughly in the back of her throat just thinking about the words.
She jerked one of her hands out from under Charlotte’s shirt, then reached up and took out the elastic holding her hair in place so she could slide her hand into Charlotte’s hair. She held her still so she could suck at her bottom lip, scraping her teeth over it.
Charlotte cried out in pleasure at the sensation, her hips moving faster against Sutton’s.
“God, yes,” Charlotte groaned in the back of her throat before Sutton’s mouth reclaimed hers.
She’d never really thought about this, about the insecurities that must have remained somewhere deep down, after Charlotte had ended things. There was so much else for her to think about that, clearly, this hadn’t been at the forefront.
But she’d needed to hear it.
Then again, maybe hearing it was the most dangerous thing that had happened all night. The most dangerous thing that could happen between them.
Becausenowshe needed the proof of it. She needed Charlotte again, and not in a way that was easily explained by the fact that they had undeniable chemistry. No, she needed Charlotte in the way that Charlotte wanted her, the way she’d wanted her back then.
Sutton didn’t even quite understand the difference in the state of mind she was in now, but she knew it was important and she knew she couldn’t stop it, and she knew she needed to make Charlotte come.
She wanted to make Charlotte Thompson come for her, so hard, while thinking about how much she wanted Sutton. She wanted to make Charlotte come after Charlotte had acknowledged the existence ofthemas a concept.