There was a moment, when she had finished speaking, that she knew that she had gotten through to him. Past all the bitterness and criticism he had for her, she had made him understand and see that she wasn't there with any ill-intent.

She should have left immediatly after making that clear.

As he moved toward her, his voice dropping to dulcet tones as he held her gaze, Charlotte could find her breath sticking in her throat. She could feel the logic in her mind screaming for her to step back, even if it meant hitting the wall, for this was not the situation she was prepared for. She spelled trouble for this man, she had hurt him more than once, and now he was giving into her all over again. She wished she could have had an out-of-body experience and told him that this was a bad idea, that they both needed time to accept one another on new terms, but she could do none of that.

She couldn't so much as move an inch as his hand slid down the length of her face.

I'm not what you need, I'm not what you want-

And then his lips had met hers, and she could not so much as think, her body reacting with every instinct in her. To feel his bare skin envelop her had her trembling and she couldn't help the desire as she pressed her hands to his chest. Her fingertips indented as they smoothed down, and she let herself slip closer to him, her teeth grazing his lips with an unbidden moan of want. This was what she'd been wanting, no matter how much she knew she didn't deserve it.

Wrapping an arm about his shoulder and tugging him against her, she sighed his name as she bent her head back, her eyes sliding shut as another whisper of desire fell from her lips.