His gaze dropped to her mouth. The need to kiss her overwhelmed him. No other woman had ever believed in him so thoroughly. He would do everything in his power to keep her safe. If only to continue seeing the beautiful expression on her face.
Charlotte Mae trusted him—not his company, not his reputation, not his toys or his tech—with her life. He hoped he didn’t fuck it up, but if he was honest with himself, he didn’t think he could have stayed on the sideline as the others guarded her.
He pulled her forward, her heat pressing against his belly. “Are you sure?” he forced himself to ask, praying she didn’t change her mind.
Her small hands raised to his face, whisper-soft along his skin, until her fingers raked through his hair, his lids turning heavy at her touch. “Yes. I know you’re great at your job.”
His eyes popped open at her strangled words. He caught the flash of pain before it disappeared. “Lola, I’m good at my job. Damn good, but this”—he squeezed her—“this has turned into more than a job… much more.”
Carter smashed his mouth over Charlotte Mae’s. The kiss was far from pretty. Their teeth clinked and their lips were harsh, but the passion in it nearly consumed them. He needed to taste her, to show her that what he felt—albeit unprofessional—was real. More than some job.