Authors Note: ⚠️ 18+ spicy!!! Little plot, mainly spice. Skip if desired.
I fear I literally went IN with the details 🙊
-----------------------------------I smelled him before I felt him...his cologne intoxicatingly familiar. It wasn't just a scent...it was a memory, a pull, a tether to everything I shouldn't want. Before my mind could catch up, his arms wrapped around me from behind, pulling me back against his chest. His hands are cold against my warm skin as they settle on my hips like he's been waiting all day to touch me...strong and possessive, like he couldn't let me go even if he tried.
"Charles, this is wrong," I whispered, though my words lacked conviction. My brain screamed that I needed to push him away, to step out of his touch before I got too close and burned, but my body betrayed me. I felt his breath on my neck...uneven, like he was fighting the same battle I was.
"Is it?" His voice was a low whisper against my ear, sending a shiver down my neck. I felt his breath and the slight roughness of his stubble as he nuzzled closer. The world around us blurred...reality dimmed by the way he made me feel...weightless, cherished, utterly obsessed.
I closed my eyes, willing myself to think clearly, but the sensation of his thumb brushing small circles over my hip undid any logic I could muster. My heart rate quickened as his lips traced a slow, deliberate path along the curve of my shoulder, as though he had all the time in the world to ruin me.
"We're friends," I managed to say. "This...this isn't what friends do."
"And yet," he countered, his lips brushing the bottom of my ear, "here we are."
I felt him smile against my skin, that infuriating, charming smile that had undone me more times than I cared to admit. His hands tightened slightly on my hips, pulling me closer. And the worst part, the part that terrified me, was that I wanted to be closer. Every fiber of my being leaned into him, pleading for more, betraying every rational thought I'd ever had about our friendship.
"Tell me to stop," he asked. "If you really don't want this, tell me to walk away."
My lips parted, but the words refused to come. I should've told him to stop. I should've turned, pushed him away and walked out from the situation. But instead, I stayed frozen in his arms, the warmth of his body consuming me.
"Charles..."
He turned me then, guiding me to face him. His eyes, dark and searching, locked onto mine, and for a moment, it felt like the world had stopped. He lifted a hand to my face, his thumb brushing my cheek. "I'll stop if you want me to," he said. "But I don't think you do. Tell me you don't want me."
And he was right. God help me, he was so right. The truth was there, coiled deep inside me, unraveling with every second he touched me. My resistance crumbled and my hands found their way to his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart beneath my palms.
Charles' tongue flicked across his bottom lip, slow and deliberate and I felt it like a jolt through my core. The way he looked at me, like I was some kind of prize, sent a flush of heat racing through me.
"Cherie," he purred, his voice low and rough, dripping with seduction that made my knees weak. "You drive me crazy," he said, his thumb brushing over my cheekbone. "Every time I see you, every time I hear your voice, you consume me. You're all I think about, Arianna. Morning, night...hell, even in my dreams, it's you. It's always been you."
His words unraveled me, each one sinking deeper, pulling me further into his orbit. His eyes burned into mine and I could see it...the raw, unrestrained want in them. It wasn't just desire. It was something deeper, something that scared me as much as it excited me.

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