No Strings Attached(53)

As soon as Micky rang the bell, Robin’s intercom buzzed. She must have been lying in wait. Micky stabbed the elevator button frantically, then when it didn’t arrive soon enough, decided to take the stairs instead.

With energy she had no idea she possessed, she rushed up the stairs to Robin’s place. The door was ajar when she got there.

Out of breath, but her entire being pulsing with adrenaline, Micky slowly pushed the door open.

Robin stood in the middle of the living room, wearing only a pair of stripy boy shorts and a very tight tank top.

The adrenaline in Micky’s body quickly turned into something fierier, more urgent. Without saying a word, she shoved the door shut behind her, not breaking eye contact with Robin, and took a few quick strides toward her.

Micky’s jacket—she hadn’t even had the presence of mind to take an umbrella—was dripping raindrops onto the floor. It was the only sound, apart from her quickening breath, in the apartment.

“There you are,” Robin said, and bridged the remaining gap between them.

She unzipped Micky’s rain jacket and just let it fall to the floor, into the small puddle it had already created.

First and foremost, Micky was overcome with lust, but it wasn’t the only emotion throbbing underneath her skin. There was relief and gratitude and something else she couldn’t quite put her finger on just yet. It didn’t matter. She was there.

Robin folded her strong arms around Micky. “I know we need to talk, but can we do that tomorrow?” she whispered into Micky’s ear.

Micky nodded, her chin bumping against Robin’s shoulder. Oh, those shoulders and how her shoulder line looked in that tank top. Micky was beginning to salivate. She pressed her lips against Robin’s skin and inhaled her scent.

She felt Robin’s hands tugging at her T-shirt, starting to hoist it up. “I want you,” Robin whispered, and Micky thought she might crash to her knees.

Not as much as I want you, Micky wanted to say, but she was just glad to hear the words. They would deal with the consequences of their desire later. Now, it was the middle of the night, and they had a lot of unfinished business to attend to.

Robin pulled Micky’s T-shirt over her head, then unsnapped her jeans button.

That’s right. Why waste time? In the short time span she’d been in Robin’s apartment and in her magnetic presence, her entire being had turned into red hot desire, into fast-breathing lust. All she wanted was Robin all over her again. It was all she had wanted since Robin left her house that Sunday.

Robin pushed her jeans down while Micky tried to kick off her shoes. They were wet and stuck to her feet, but she managed in the end, and then she stood in front of Robin in just her underwear. No matter how flimsy—Micky had dressed for the occasion—it still felt like too much on her, too much fabric covering crucial parts of her.

“Come here.” Robin pulled her to her and then, at last, kissed her.

While their lips met, brazen and wide from the get-go, Robin’s hands were all over Micky’s body, and Micky wasn’t shy herself. She pressed her fingertips into Robin’s strong biceps, let herself get carried away by the firmness of her body, not caring one bit about how her own looked in comparison. Because Robin had come to her, had chosen her.

While their lips remained glued together, and their tongues danced with each other, Robin spun Micky around and walked her backward until her back touched the wall.

Robin quickly proceeded, while keeping her lips glued to Micky’s, to bring her hands between Micky’s back and the wall to unsnap her bra. This made Micky wonder about the point of bothering to wear sexy lingerie if it was going to come off so swiftly—a course of action she very much agreed with. Besides, Robin’s shorts and tank top were so much hotter, although, again, Micky just wanted to rip them off her. So she did.

Their lips broke apart, and Micky reached for Robin’s top. Robin lifted up her arms, and Micky pulled it over her head, not as smoothly as she would have wanted to, because the garment was tight and its fabric not very stretchy. But then, Robin’s glorious breasts were unveiled to her once again. Micky felt her panties go even damper. Before Robin, Micky had gone without the sensual touch of another human being for years, and look at what the effect of two weeks without Robin was having on her now. Her clit was pounding, her nipples were rock hard, her entire body was aching to be covered by all of Robin.

“Turn around,” Robin whispered.

Micky cocked her head, not quite sure what Robin meant. Besides, if she faced the wall, she wouldn’t have her eyes on Robin’s chest anymore, and where was the fun in that?