Chapter 115
Sean’s heart softened so fast, it was almost ridiculous.
His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard. His voice came out rough, barely more than a whisper.
“Fine. Just one kiss.”
The next second, something warm and soft brushed against his cheek.
A red lipstick mark bloomed on his flawless, pale face, adding an almost disheveled beauty that made him even more magnetic.
Sean froze in his tracks. His pupils contracted, and his heart rate spiked like it might burst through his chest.
Where her lips had touched, his skin tingled. It felt electric, like a jolt had shot straight through him. Every nerve in his body lit up all at once.
She was so close. The scent of wine mixed with her natural sweetness filled his senses, fogging up his brain. He could barely breathe.
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His breaths came faster now. His chest rose and fell as heat rolled through him.
“Lottie…” he rasped, her name catching on the edge of his breath.
Charlotte was completely out of it, unaware of how devastatingly seductive she looked. Sean was a man with limits and she was testing every single one.
And she wasn’t done.
Charlotte, emboldened by the alcohol, acted on every impulse. One kiss wasn’t enough. She tugged on the collar of his shirt and leaned in again, brushing her lips against his jaw.
“Sean…” she murmured, the end of her voice lilting like a sweet tease.
More kisses followed, like gentle raindrops falling one by one.
Sean held his breath. It felt like ants crawling over his skin and feathers brushing against his heart. It was a soft and sweet torture.
Ian groaned dramatically from a few feet away, covering his eyes. “Nope. Can’t watch this. Someone take me out.”
But of course, he peeked through his fingers anyway.
Jordan glanced at him and smirked. “If you’re that curious, just watch like a normal person. I’ve never seen Sean like this before. This is rare stuff.”
Ian shook his head in disbelief. “Is that really our Sean? For years, women threw themselves at him and he never even blinked. I honestly thought he wasn’t into girls But now? One little move from Charlotte and he’s gone–game over.”
Sean was dizzy from the kisses, drunk on her lips and her scent. His voice was low and hoarse as he gently coaxed her,
“Lottie, sweetheart, that’s enough. Be good, okay?”
But even as he spoke, he didn’t slow down. He quickened his pace, long strides carrying him out of the bar in a hurry.
He had to get her home betore he completely lost control.
The Rolls–Royce Cullinan sped down the road.
Charlotte was curled up in the passenger seat, humming and mumbling incoherently. One moment she was calling his name, the next she was sweetly begging for kisses and cuddles.
Sean’s heart was a mess.
His low voice filled the car, thick with restraint.
“Baby, you have to stop. If you keep talking like that, I swear–I’m gonna lose it.”
The interior glowed dimly, the lights outside flickering through the windows like a moving kaleidoscope of color.
Sean kept his eyes on the road. Charlotte leaned against the door, her messy hair falling across her flushed face, shadowing her dazed, sleepy gaze.
When they finally pulled up in front of her apartment, Sean parked, got out, and opened her door. He leaned in to unbuckle her seatbelt and carefully scooped her into his arms.
She must have worn herself out. Now, she was quiet in his embrace, her breathing soft and steady. She was completely asleep.
Sean stood tall, nearly six–foot–tluer, and Charlotte was so small and light in his arms, curled against his chest like she belonged there.
Seeing her like that, fast asleep and clinging to him, his steps slowed instinctively. He walked gently, careful not to jostle het awake.
At her door, he used her fingerprint to unlock it, then pushed it open and tumed on the lights.
The apartment was neat and cozy, clean lines and warm light.
