My hands came to the sides of my face. Shaking my head, I asked, "What in the hell just happened?"
"Gabi?"
With a quick glance over my shoulder, I called out. "I'm out on the balcony."
Charity stepped out onto the balcony as I flashed her a grin. "Did you get lucky?"
"Yes. But he sucked in bed."
Laughing, I asked, "Why, what happened?"
She groaned and flopped onto the seat. "It's what didn't happen. He was a wham, bam, thank you ma'am kind of guy. No foreplay, no touching, no sucking of any kind."
"That sucks."
"Ha. Yeah, I'm glad I charged my vibrator. I didn't even get an orgasm out of it."
Wrapping my hands around my mug, I took a sip of tea. "I take it no more dates with Scott?"
Her head dropped back and she let out a long frustrated moan. "Ugh. I tried so hard to like the guy. He has a zero-fun level. Not spontaneous at all. Not a good lover. It's all wrong. Damn it. Why can't I find a guy who likes to have fun and fucks good?"
"Never one to mince words, were you?"
Spinning in the chair, she pulled her legs up and rested her chin on her knees. "Speaking of fucking. Did y'all?"
My lip curled. "Gosh, Charity."
"What? I like to get to the point. You should know that about me by now."
"For your information all we did was kiss."
Her head jerked back. "Say what? That Greek god didn't try to make a move on you?"
"Oh, he did. Then his pager went off."
Her eyes about popped out of her head. "No!"
I nodded. "Yes."
"How close did y'all get?"
Heat moved over my cheeks. "Well, he had his hands under my dress, right inside my panties."
Charity closed her eyes and slowly shook her head "That. Blows."
With a light chuckle, I replied, "Yeah it does."
"Well, looks like we're both having to hit BOB after these dates."
I took another sip of my tea and looked away. From the corner of my eye I saw Charity leaning out to look at me.
"What? Did you have phone sex when he was on a call or something?"
Turning, I hit her on the leg. "Of course not! He made me promise him something."
Her mouth dropped open and her eyes danced with excitement. "Tell me!"
My hand covered my face as I slid down in the chair. "Ugh! I can't!"
"Oh. My. God! What did you promise him?" Then she gasped. "He told you not to get off without him, didn't he?"
"How did you know?" I asked while sitting back up and staring at her.
"I told you, I've been with a Greek guy. They are possessive as fuck, but in a hot way. That would drive me even more insane, and I'm pretty sure ole Nic knows that."
Rolling my eyes, I set my mug down on the small metal table. "Char, I'm going insane. I've never in my life been this turned on and it's growing by the hour. No . . . by the second! My mind keeps wandering back to last night. To his touch and his insanely good kisses. I feel like I'm going to explode. This has never happened to me before. It's like my libido has taken control of my mind and body."
Charity stared at me for a good thirty seconds with a serious look on her face, then lost it laughing.
I swatted at her. "I shouldn't have told you!"
Her hands waved about in an attempt to stop herself from laughing. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. It's just I've never seen you this way before. You're horny as hell and that man knows exactly what he is doing."
My brow lifted. "What do you mean?"
"Gabi, he knew you were worked up. He also knows by telling you not to give yourself relief, you're going to fall apart the moment he touches you. It will get him off even more. If either of you can resist full-on sex the next time you're together, I'll sign up for another year of knitting club."
"Really?" I asked with a chuckle.
"Yes, because I'm positive you're gonna have nookie next time you see him."
My arms wrapped around my body. "I feel like such a . . . a . . . slut."
She dropped back in her chair again. "What? Why in the hell would you say that?"
"Because I've just met the guy and all I can think about is having sex with him. What does that say about me?"
With a wiggle of her brows, Charity answered me. "That you're normal. Gabi, it's okay to be turned on by a man. By his touch. Besides, I bet that scruff would feel good between your thighs."
Jumping up, I cried out her name. "Charity! Stop! Ugh, you're such a . . . a . . . slut!"
Tears were now sliding down her face. She didn't even attempt to stop laughing.