Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 45797 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 229(@200wpm)___ 183(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45797 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 229(@200wpm)___ 183(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
He stared into Charlotte’s eyes. The happiness still sparkled in her eyes, and he could not look away. This was dangerous. He knew that. But it was a date, and he could tell her if she wasn’t feeling it, he would go with that vibe. He’d never been nervous around any woman. They were a dime a dozen, at least they had been.
Charlotte wasn’t just anyone. She was special.
He didn’t know who took that leap of faith first, himself or Charlotte, but their lips brushed against each other. She had no idea what she was doing. It was time for him to take over, which he did, by cupping her chin with one hand and kissing her harder.
Charlotte’s hands went to his chest and slowly moved up around his neck. He was waiting for her to push him away, to tell him that was a boundary she didn’t want to cross. He was freaking delighted as she circled his neck and pressed her body against him.
Tracing his tongue across her lip, she suddenly stroked her tongue to his, and he growled against her lips, as he just couldn’t help himself. When it came to Charlotte, it would seem he had zero control, and his need became so freaking great. Wrapping his arm around her waist, he pulled her in close, so they were flush against one another.
Everything faded around them, and all he could feel was her, and he didn’t want to let her go. She felt amazing in his arms. This was so fucking dangerous.
And then, reality set in as their table number’s order came up, and he had no choice but to pull away. Charlotte’s mouth was red from their kisses, and he imagined he had a little tinge of lipstick on his.
“It’s time to go and eat.”
She looked down and wouldn’t quite meet his eyes. He took hold of her hand, and they walked back to their table, where the waitress was waiting. She told them to enjoy their meal, before finally disappearing.
“Wow, this looks really good,” Charlotte said.
He agreed. But his gaze wasn’t on the food, it was on Charlotte who wasn’t looking at him.
He picked up a fry that was coated in cheese and took a bite. Of course, it tasted amazing.
“If you didn’t want me to kiss you, why didn’t you push me away?” He hated her closing him out.
He fucking hated it with a passion, and she raised her head. “What?”
“You could have told me to st—”
“I didn’t want you to stop. Do you regret kissing me?”
“Hell, no, but now you can’t even look at me.”
“You don’t regret it?” she asked.
He rolled his eyes and shook his head. “No, I don’t regret it.”
She let out a sigh. “That was kind of why I wasn’t looking at you.”
“What?” he asked, frowning.
Again, she averted her eyes, and he reached across the table, holding out his hand for her to take.
“I, kind of, that was, sort of ... um, this is ... okay, that was my first kiss, and I got nervous, because you might not have been planning to kiss me, and I took it too far. I’m not exactly sure who kissed who. That detail is a little on the blurry side. I think I might have kissed you, but I’m not sure.”
“I was going to kiss you,” he said. “How about we agree we kissed each other?”
He was pretty sure he could see her blush even through the makeup.
“You were?”
“I was.”
Charlotte nodded. “Great. That’s cool. We were going to kiss each other.”
Savage laughed. “You’re cute when you’re nervous.”
She rolled her eyes. “I don’t know why I’m so nervous.”
“You’re on a date,” he said.
“But I thought this was kind of a pretend date?”
“We just kissed, how about we admit this is an actual date?”
Charlotte took a breath and nodded her head in a jerky kind of way. He knew she had questions, and he waited.
“Do you want this to be a real date?” she asked.
And there it was.
“Yeah, I do.” And the boundary had been crossed. Doc would be pissed at him. There were so many rules he was currently breaking, and he was not the best club brother right now. He knew the guys would be pissed off with him.
Charlotte had gotten under his skin. She was fucking young, and he should look the other way, but he couldn’t let her go on another date with a piece of shit like Andy.
He would treat Charlotte with the care and respect she deserved.
Chapter Seven
Charlotte was content. Actually, that was a mild way to say how happy she was. The food had been incredible and the conversation flowed like it was so natural between them. Savage actually talked to her about a few incidents in the club. One was from his days of being a prospect, and another was about some occurrences with the guys on the open road, which she loved. Club business was not a topic of conversation. She knew how that worked, after all, she listened to plenty of arguments from her parents about that. It sucked for the both of them.