Arresting Attraction: How To Create A Criminal

Chapter Twenty Five

Charlie's lips were on mine.

Fierce need road through him, through me as he pressed against me. His lips were soft, welcoming as they nipped and bit at mine, kissing, loving. He was a cold fire burning me, moving against me, moving through me. And, for some reason, I kissed him back.

My lips were harsh on his, need raging through my veins, echoing silent prayers through my lips, praying to him, praying to Golden Eyes. My hands freed the towel in my grip, swinging around Charlie's neck to bring him closer. And, as my fingers fiddled with the shaved back of his head, his hands caught the towel, enclosing it around my body, while he felt.

Charlie's assault grew needier as he stepped into me, bringing us even closer than we were already. His hardness pressed me against the cold tiles, as I moaned into his mouth. His tongue was the devil as it fought with mine, as we fought to rid the space between our touching bodies.

I nipped at his lip, and Charlie groaned, and hand riding up to grip my chin, ease my mouth open more for him. I smiled against him, and kissed him harder, taking his bottom lip between my teeth and pulling.

He was excited, lusty aggressive on autopilot, as he threw me against the tiles again, this time, the cold alerting. I moaned as I shoved him away.

He stumbled back a couple of paces, a hand raised to his lip. It was red, swollen, bleeding, as he touched it. Noting the blood his grin grew bigger as he sucked the blood, drawing his lip into his mouth.

I stared back at him, stunned, confused, hating myself for loving it. My brows readjusted the near useless towel around my body as I glared.

"What was that?" I asked breathlessly.

Charlie shrugged, "I felt like it."

"Well, I didn't."

Running his thumb over his lip again, he winked, "That explains the bleeding lip."

"Fuck off."

A wholehearted, warm laugh escaped from Charlie's lips. Chesty and radiating, it echoed around the room, jumped and bounced off the walls. It was easy and happy. He was happy, his eyes closed, his smile clear, his chest bouncing.

"What's so funny?" I furrowed my brows.

"You."

We were quiet for some time as he regained himself, the smile still evident on his face. His eyes were watering, the gold, syrup like as they watched me, happily. My hands were still clutched to the towel around me, holding, keeping me concealed.

I avoided his gaze as he tried to meet mine, my eyes scanning the room. Amy was dead, her face shifting colour, the smell of decomposition beginning, sped up by the humidity of the room. The floor, originally white, was a pinkish shade, blood mixed into blood.

Charlie noticed my scanning, as his hand came into vision. I looked down at his outstretched palm to his face.

"Let's get you out of here," he offered.

And, I took his hand.

I followed Charlie out of the shower block, the large towel still wrapped firmly, comfortably around me. One hand was wrapped consciously around Charlie's larger, warmer, softer hand as he pulled me along.

The hallways were cold, afternoon drafts exploring the concrete and stone. Being naked only made me more susceptible to the weather. And Charlie noticed. He tugged me along faster, his strides growing longer and faster.

Until we rounded a corner.

Four armed inmates stood around a couple of prisoner cells. They were quietly chatting, laughing, as they saw us. And then, they were quiet.