This was perfection. Or it would have been if he didn't feel as if they were being watched.
Charlie's free hand slid over her hip to her back before pulling her close; the hand on her jaw moved to play with her hair. This was what he'd missed, and sure, on occasion, he had given into a Badge Bunny, his ex-wife, and even a few women who just wanted him for his money; but, this was different. It had to be. She felt different.
He didn't go at her like some might think a man who'd spent so many years of his life surrounded by murderers, thieves, just nasty criminals who wouldn't have minded ganking a cop. He didn't devour her; he tasted her and touched her. Like fruit, women were a rarity in prison; actually, they weren't there at all. Certainly not any he'd bother with.
The kiss lasted long enough without being too long; at least in Charlie's mind it had, or maybe it hadn't gone on long enough. It lasted as long as it lasted, and it would continue to exist when he thought about it. Charlie liked that. It would remain forever in memory. As he broke the kiss, he looked down at her, brow raised. He didn't let her go quite yet.
"You taste like..." He licked his lips absently. "Pomegranate. Or that could be from the smoothie I had recently."