He wrapped an arm around my lower back and eased me back onto the bed, his warm body never breaking contact with mine.
I was in a haze of bliss. His mouth and hands worked magic on my skin, waking every nerve in my body. I cried out when I felt his breath between my thighs, both because it felt so good and because I knew I’d come in a few seconds if he did what I thought he was about to.
“Can we . . . ?” I panted, gripping his shoulders. “I mean, can you . . . I want you inside me, Bennett.”
He reached for his jeans on the floor and I tried to get my breathing under control. I’d never felt this way—on fire for a man. I didn’t just want this sex; I needed it.
“Hurry,” I said, moving into a more comfortable position on my back. I fluffed my pillow, lay back on it, and opened my legs, my thighs on the verge of shaking with desire.
Bennett lowered his mouth to one of my nipples and sucked on it. I groaned softly.
“We good?” he asked.
“Yes,” I said, reaching for his shoulders again. “Now. I want you now.”
He pushed inside me and we groaned together. I’d never been filled so full.
“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he said.
“Well, you made me wait about seven hours for this.”
He hummed his amusement as he eased out and then pushed all the way back in with a hard thrust.
“More like half an hour, doll,” he said, lowering his lips to mine.
My mouth was open in a silent “o” of satisfaction.
“Like that,” I managed to say. “Do it like that again.”
He eased out and pounded into me again. I moaned loudly and dug my nails into his shoulders. It felt so good that I never wanted it to end, but within a couple minutes, I couldn’t help coming. Hard. I wrapped my legs around him and screamed as the orgasm pulled me under, the sensation spreading through my entire body.
“Oh my God,” I said, breathless. “That was . . .”
Bennett kissed my lips softly and I felt him smiling. “Yeah.”
He got up to go to the bathroom. I felt myself sliding deeper into the relaxation that had overtaken me. What time was it? Not that it mattered because I had a lot more uninhibited sex ahead of me tonight. After I rested my eyes for a minute.
I woke up feeling groggy, squinting at the sunlight streaming in my window. Whose idea were those white curtains that blocked no light, anyway?
Mine, but it had been a design choice by sober Charlotte. Hungover Charlotte would have gone with room-darkening black.
I sat up and looked at the clock. 8:20. Great. I was late for work. I had no hearings this morning, but still . . . coming in late the morning after Riley had gotten the juvenile job made me look like a slacker who didn’t deserve it.
My eyes flew open as I looked down at my naked body. I grabbed at the covers frantically, pulling them up over my breasts.
Oh, shit. I’d brought a man home last night. A random man. And we’d . . .
Shit, shit, shit. He was probably in my kitchen right now, making coffee or something.
I slid out of bed and ran to my dresser for a shirt. There was a piece of white paper sitting on top of the dresser. I picked it up.
Charlotte,
Had to go to work. Didn’t want to wake you. I had a great time last night. Would love to take you out soon.
Bennett
His phone number was written beneath his name. I just stared at the message, my heart beating like a drum.