Dr. Neurotic(17)

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.





Strong arms tightened around me as I slowly fluttered my lashes open.  The warmth of Nick's cheek pressed against my back was a welcomed  sensation as my brain sluggishly slid out of dreamland and into reality.

Once I could focus my gaze, I glanced at the clock on his nightstand,  and my eyes widened in surprise when I saw it was already a little after  nine.

Holy hell, I must have slept like a rock.

I honestly couldn't remember the last time I'd slept in past seven. It  had to have been years at this point. Like, college or high school. At  least a fucking decade. Ever since I'd started working for CMI, my days  generally started at six a.m. sharp.

Still savoring his embrace, I pushed my legs straight out, flexing my  ankle and pointing my toes, and stretched the creaks out of my muscles.

Maybe it was because of the orgasms or maybe it was all related to the  man lying beside me, but holy hell, I'd slept well last night, like a  little baby swaddled up in a warm blanket.

Or, in my case, like an adult, and very naked, Charlotte wrapped up in an equally adult and naked Nick.

Yeah, I definitely like the idea of that.

"Mmm," Nick moaned softly into my ear and tightened his arms around me.  "This is a nice way to wake up." The sleepy sound of his voice urged a  smile onto my lips.

"I'm certainly not opposed," I whispered, and a raspy chuckle left his lips.

"Well, that's good news. If you were, I fear I'd be having an entirely  different conversation and it'd be with a nice police officer down at  the precinct." He pressed a soft kiss to my shoulder as I smiled at his  slightly dark humor and sank deeper into his embrace. "What time is it?"

"After nine."

"Damn," he said softly. "I can't remember the last time I slept in like this."

I guessed I wasn't the only who usually rose before the sun.

"Me either."

His hands skirted across my skin, until they apparently found what they  were searching for and stopped at my breasts, wrapping around the pliant  flesh and squeezing gently. "I'd like to make a rule."

I giggled, at his words and at the fact that he was literally giving me a  morning wake-up call via boob grabbing. "A rule?" I questioned. "And  what would that rule entail?"

"Anytime you sleep over, you're not allowed to wear clothes to bed," he  whispered hotly into my ear, and he punctuated that statement by  pressing himself against the bare skin of my ass. He was hard. Thick.  Fucking perfect.

"And does that same rule apply to you?"

"Only if you want it to. I don't make the rules for me. You do," he answered.

"Oh, believe me, I definitely want it to."

"Fan-fucking-tastic," Nick agreed with a smile in his voice, and I  giggled again. "All right, I guess it's time for me to get my lazy ass  out of bed and make us some coffee, huh?"

"That would be pretty awesome. In fact, consider it the next rule."

He chuckled softly as he sat up on the edge of the bed and got to his feet.

Instantly, I missed the warmth of his presence against my skin.

"And what exactly will you be doing while I'm making coffee?" he asked,  and I stretched out onto my back with a giant smile covering my lips.

"Probably lie here and continue to be lazy."

"Well, at least you're honest, huh?" He winked and stretched his arms  above his head. All the while, I gawked at his muscular, and deliciously  naked, body without shame.

He should always be naked. All the fucking time.

Before he could pull a pair of boxer briefs out of his closet, I demanded, "Stop what you're doing. I have another rule.

"Another one? Three rules within as many minutes is kind of pushing it.         

     



 

"It's not really a third rule," I argued smartly. "It's more of an addendum to the naked rule. A rule 1A, if you will."

Nick's gaze met mine, and he quirked a brow.

"You're not allowed to wear clothes when we're at your place alone."

"All day long? No clothes?"

I nodded. "Uh-huh."

"Does this rule 1A apply to all such rules and to both of our places of residence?"

I rolled my eyes. "Yes, I will be naked as well, here and at my own  apartment. Hell, I might uphold the rule even when you're not around.  Bras are a form of Satan anyway."

He smiled. "Deal."

I sat up in his bed and held out my hand. "Now, let's shake on it."

He laughed and took my hand for a quick shake, and then, apparently,  that wasn't enough, and he moved both hands toward my body and assaulted  my skin with tickling brushes of his fingertips.

"Shit!" I shouted as I shivered and tried my damnedest to squirm out of his reach. "I have another addition to the naked rule!"