Rodeo was staring. He couldn't help himself. It was more of her skin than he'd ever seen, and he was only human. She was incredible, his Kali, his beautiful lady-- every inch of skin she revealed fascinated him, tempted him to touch. He wanted to explore her, trace every plane of her body, memorize every scar and worship every arch. His eyes dropped to the soft V the curves of her breasts made, and he didn't even try to hide the way he was staring. His hands slid up her hips to her sides, slipping upwards, traveling over bare skin. His thumbs barely brushed against the bottom hem of her bra before he moved suddenly, rolling them over again, bringing himself on top of Charlie.
"Fuck, you're beautiful," he breathed against her ear, kissing her pulse as his hands greedily explored the skin she'd exposed to him. "Cherry. Baby. My goddess, I swear... I never seen a lady like you." No girl had ever taken his breath away just by taking off her damn shirt. No girl had ever taken his breath away, period. But there was no part of Charlie that didn't fascinate him, turn him on, grab his heart and demand his attention. He wanted all of her, he wanted her so badly. He couldn't stop himself from kissing down the curve of her shoulder, fingers hooking under one of her bra straps to push it down her arm, out of the way of the path his lips were traveling across her skin.