When he slid the pearls off from around her throat, Charlotte murmured his name, the feel of his warm fingertips against her bare skin enough to leave her trembling. Gasping when he scooped her up and moved them to the couch, she closed her eyes when his mouth her own once more, needing to taste every ounce of what he offered her. Tugging on his bottom lip with her teeth, she slid a hand along his shoulder to his throat, her fingers tracing over the skin just beneath his ear. Pressing herself closer to his form, she broke away from his lips with a tremelous murmur falling from them.

"How long do we have?"

Pressing her lips to his throat, she slid in his lap so that her legs fit seductively around his waist. Dipping her head to press an array of heated kisses at his collarbone, she pulled back to meet his gaze, her own hazel eyes dark with desire.

Dry-mouthed, and forsaken, she breathed an inch before his lips, "Do you want me, Leathan?"