The blame for the fact that Charles couldn't keep his hands off of her was entirely Cassie's fault. How was he supposed to keep his hands to himself when she looked incredibly sexy in what she was wearing? Dancing so close with her for so long only amplified those thoughts and desires. He had tried to behave himself while they were out but his hands didn't always listen to him. They would wander just past the appropriate places. When they finally left Charles was relieved. He enjoyed dancing with her but it just made him think of other things he enjoyed doing with her.
The ride back to his apartment was long. Or at least it felt that way. He held her hand, snuck glances at her every so often. They were barely out of the car before he was pulling her to him to press his lips to hers. Getting into the apartment in this embrace was a little bit of a struggle but Charles didn't care. The alternative was to separate from Cassie long enough to get inside and he couldn't do that.
Charles kissed and tugged at her lips as though he couldn't get enough of her. He was kicking the door shut as his hands slipped underneath her shirt. He was trailing kisses from just below her ear down her jawline as he tugged at the hem of her shirt. All night he'd thought of nothing but how amazing she looked tonight but now the clothes were just an annoyance. Soon her shirt was crumpled on the floor and his was tossed somewhere else.
If Charles had been thinking with his brain maybe he would have been more mindful that they were in the living room. That maybe they should have made it to his bedroom before they started shedding their clothes. Both of those were low on his list of priorities at the moment. Nothing else seemed to matter except the girl who was pressing her lips against his.