Dinner with Charlotte had been equal parts enjoyable and fucking maddening.
I’d enjoyed the easy flow of our conversation, the riotous sound of her laugh—even the Frisco melt and fries I’d washed down with an ice-cold milk shake—but the intense urge to strip her naked and kiss her senseless made my skin crawl with a tinge of early-stage insanity.
I’d spent the majority of our meal fixated on the seductive way her plush, full lips moved whenever she said something or smiled or laughed, and every time she crossed or uncrossed her legs, my balls grew heavier with need.
Mesmerizing eyes, soft, glowing skin, long, svelte legs with a firm, curvaceous ass, and lush, rounded hips I couldn’t stop thinking about wrapping my hands around again—Charlotte Hollis was beautiful, everywhere.
It took every inkling of willpower to keep my gawking to a minimum.
But my hourglass of patience had run out, and thankfully, we had finally made it back to my place.
With the intense need to feel her—everywhere—front and center, my hands tingled as I yanked at the hem of Charlotte’s skirt and pushed her into the wall right inside the front door of my apartment.
Inhibited by our bodies no more, we kissed like our lives depended on it, and I kicked the door shut with a hard slam. It rang out painfully and cut sharp arrows into the following silence.
Through panting breaths and subdued groans, Charlotte offered her throat to me brazenly, daring me to get in there and take my time.
I did so without complaint, almost drowning in her intoxicating smell and warmth. Her body was pliant, helpful even, curving into the bulk of mine and working to get closer. I felt like a man starved for anything and everything related to her.
She was a buffet of all of my favorite things, and I wanted to taste and devour it all.
It wasn’t that I hadn’t had any sexual contact in years, or that I considered myself some kind of candidate for celibacy, but the truth was, I scarcely prioritized it. Between work and Lexi, my schedule was nearly full to the brim, and if I was going to add in anything else, it was going to be more time with my daughter.
But Charlotte’s flushed skin screamed I was an idiot, because this—this was worth prioritizing.
“Nick,” she moaned, yanking at the short hair at the back of my head almost viciously. My mouth left the skin of her throat without choice, and my eyes moved up to meet hers.
“What?” I whispered. What did she need, what did she want, what could I do to make her burn? I wanted the answers to all of my questions at once, and I got the feeling she sensed it.
Her irises darkened to the midnight that outlined them as she demanded, “Kiss me.”
Both hands to her jaw, my fingertips tangled into the loose hair at her shoulders and flexed as I slammed my mouth against hers.
It was a war between us, her lips advancing on mine until I forced their retreat. She was so brazen, so bold in every encounter I’d had with her, and I wanted control of this. I wanted to own every square millimeter of her peachy flesh and then work my way inside until I’d discovered every taste.
The chocolate milk shakes we’d had with dinner lingered and itched against my lips as I licked and sucked it off hers, and a gasp gave me the freedom I needed to spear my tongue inside.
She welcomed it with her own, tangling the two in a dance that made my grip on her jaw tighten and the air in my stomach lift.
She tasted even sweeter than the milk shake and whipped cream combined, a dessert so loaded with sugar it should be illegal.
I groaned, almost a growl, and she pushed into my body to wrap her arms around my shoulders tightly.
Stomach to mine, she pressed herself to me and lifted a leg, cocking it at the knee to get closer.
I was focused, living in her mouth, but the pull of her hands in my hair made me realize I needed to find a new location and quick.
She was light, taking some of her weight in her own arms as I slid my hands from her jaw, down the sides of her body to her hips and lifted.
As her thighs clenched my hips, her hands regained some freedom, and they didn’t waste it. She dove into the top of my shirt, two buttons undone on purpose, and made getting the rest undone the most immediate purpose of her own.
I chuckled at her hurry, but she didn’t take offense. If anything, it egged her on to go faster.
I pulled at the already lifted hem of her skirt, yanking it higher and smoothing my hands over the bare cheeks of her round ass. It felt perfect in my hands, meaty and thick and every bit womanly. Awareness shocked me as she ground herself against me and forced my eyes closed for nearly an entire second.
“Fuck.”
“Yes,” she whispered eagerly. “Let’s.”
Unbidden and completely unwarranted, Lexi’s recent words jumped into my head. I was seconds from divulging the completely inappropriate, ill-timed line of my thoughts when my dick took control and threatened death by dismemberment if I ruined this for us. He must have been imagining how that conversation would have gone just as I was.
“What? Why are you laughing as you touch my vagina?”
“I’m sorry,” I apologized. “I’m just remembering something my daughter said.”
“Wow. Thinking of your daughter as you touch my vagina. I’m not sure this is improving very much.”
“No, no. It’s just…she was there, when you called me last week, and she said something about how most male-female relationships end in sex—”
“How old is your daughter again?”
“Almost ten.”
“I’m not sure what to think about that.”
Christ. This imaginary conversation just got worse and worse. I immediately swallowed my laugh and focused on the feel of her hot arousal on my fingers as I pulled her G-string to the side and dipped two into her pussy and spread the wetness up to her clit.
She shivered and craned her neck forward, her lips seating themselves desperately against my throat as she moaned.
“Yeah,” I encouraged. “Feel good?”
“Mmm,” she groaned, so hotly I thought I might lose every ounce of control.
“Good Christ, Charlotte.”
“Please touch me,” she begged. “Touch me and don’t stop.”
Fuuuck.
I didn’t have the patience to make it to the bedroom. No, it was fucking gone, officially impossible to make it there. It might have been thirty steps away, but it may as well have been across the goddamn Sahara.
Carefully, I sank to my knees with Charlotte in my arms and lowered her back to the plush rug of my living room.
She skimmed her hands over my bare chest, having finally wrested the last button free and scratched at the surface with her fingernails as she stopped on my pecs.
Her supple breasts were doing their best to escape her top now that she was lying down, and I did my best not to let them go unnoticed. Her skin tasted almost exactly how she smelled, like sweet lavender and soothing night air. I’d never tasted anything like it, like her.
She reached up and pulled the neck of her shirt down and under each swell to give me better access.
“Nick?” she called, her word a keening cry as I sucked a nipple into my mouth and pulled.
“Yeah?” I asked after releasing her. I nipped at the skin all around the now wet flesh while I waited for her response.
“I’m a virgin.”
Time stopped as I tried to make sense of those three words and find a way to make my heart start beating again all at once. I didn’t know if I had the power to subconsciously defibrillate, but I sure as hell hoped so.
Her eyes were wide and pleading as I searched them for something to say, some way to move forward, and then she started to shake as she dissolved into laughter.
“Oh my God, I’m kidding. Your face, though.” She pointed at it. “It’s something I’ll remember forever.”
“Christ, woman. Why would you do that to me?”
She smiled then, sweetly. Heartfelt. Soft. “Because I’m not a virgin. I’m all for foreplay, but I’m fucking primed and ready, and you seem hesitant to stick your dick in me.”
For the first time in three years, I didn’t hesitate. I didn’t question. I didn’t second-guess.
I unbuttoned my pants, pulled down the zipper, yanked an emergency condom out of my wallet—because getting inside of Charlotte was an emergency if I’d ever heard of one—rolled it on, and sank slowly inside her.
Every inch deeper was an inch more of right, and an inch closer to fixing something inside me I didn’t even know I had broken.
We both moaned as the base of my cock settled against her skin, the entirety of me surrounded by the entirety of her.
God, she felt so good, fucking heavenly, wrapped around me.
I don’t think I ever want to leave.