“Oh, fuck,” I heard her mumble under her breath, finally coming to the same realization that I had moments before.
I swallowed hard and tried to control myself, but this time when she unbuckled and unzipped, my control snapped.
I didn’t think that she touched my cock on purpose, but that didn’t seem to matter.
One second, she was pulling my zipper down, and the next I had her pinned to the counter, my cock pressing against her warm center, and my mouth slamming down on hers.
She gasped into my mouth, her hands clenching on my sides as she dug her fingernails into my skin.
Her mouth tasted like everything I’d always imagined it would.
Sweet, cherry, and mine.
“Holy shit,” I breathed, pulling away to draw in a ragged breath.
She looked at me, lips puffy from my forceful kiss, eyes glazed, and a look of pure feminine excitement on her face.
“When I get home from court,” I said to her, “we’re doing this. No more fucking around.”
She swallowed hard. “Was that what we were doing?”
I nodded.
She placed her hands on my chest, then smoothed her hands down until she had my entire shirt tucked in well.
“Okay.”
Just one word.
One single, solitary word.
It had the power to make my cock jerk.
“Okay,” I replied back gruffly. “Okay.”
She finished tucking my shirt in, then smoothed her hand down the front of my stomach to make sure that everything laid flat.
“I used to look at you in your suits,” she whispered raggedly. “Used to think about taking them off. Never about putting them on.”
I laughed then groaned. “We were supposed to change the bandage.”
She frowned. “How long will you be in court today?”
“A couple of hours at most,” I answered her, body tight.
“Then we’ll change it when you get done. It hasn’t even been a full twenty-four hours yet since I did it last night.” She was shifting her legs.
Her nipples were peaked, too.
Jesus, Mary and Joseph.
I was going to hell.
“Then let’s go.” I stepped back.
“I forgot to buckle the belt.” She picked the tie up off the counter. “And you certainly need this.”
I wasn’t sure how much more of her hands on me I could take.
Thankfully, she didn’t take long to get the buckle into the right place, and not once did her hand accidentally brush things that shouldn’t be brushed.
Or, maybe they should be brushed, just not before I was due in court in less than forty-five minutes.
“All done,” she said huskily after looping the tie around my throat and tying it expertly. “You look all lawyer-like and don’t even look like you got shot the day before yesterday.”
I grimaced. “I feel like I got shot the day before yesterday. If this Vicodin doesn’t kick in here in a second then I’ll really hate myself.”
She tilted her head. “Is someone coming to pick you up?”
I frowned. “No.”
Her brows rose at my answer.
“You can’t drive on Vicodin, Croft.” She narrowed her eyes. “I’ll drive you.”
I was about to open my mouth to argue with her when I realized just how stupid that was.
Why would I argue about her driving me? I wanted her with me.
“Okay,” I said slowly, trying not to let my excitement show. “But I don’t know how long this court hearing will take me. Are you going to be able to hang out until I’m done?”
She smiled then. “Don’t worry about me, Croft. I’m a big girl.”
CHAPTER 11
Moister than an oyster.
-Text from Carmichael to Croft
CARMICHAEL
I’d never really thought about Croft and what he did for work.
I mean, logically, I knew that he was a lawyer. I knew he did lawyer-like things that consisted of him arguing in court and being a general badass with his words.
But I had no idea in the world that it would be so hot to watch him work.
Yes, I knew he was hot in general. I’d seen the man with his clothes off for Christ’s sake.
But seeing him in the courtroom, in his element, in his power suit that fit him like a well-worn glove, bright red tie, polished shoes and shrewd expression? I hadn’t even realized that Croft’s hotness could go to the next level.
I was wrong.
I was practically fanning myself in the back row of the courtroom.
“Objection.” Croft stood up, smoothing his tie down as he moved slowly. “He’s badgering the witness.”
“Sustained. Move on, Mr. Freed,” Judge Stanley ordered, sounding miffed.
I was miffed, too.
The other lawyer was grasping at straws. There was a high likelihood that the other lawyer hadn’t quite done his homework, and he should’ve. Because Croft was making him look like a tiny little puppy who’d come to play with the big dogs.
“I have no other questions,” Bad lawyer Freed grumbled, looking green as he realized that he wasn’t going to win this one.
More stuff happened after that, but I was so freakin’ horny by the time the judge called a recess for the jurors to deliberate that I hadn’t even realized that Croft was walking toward me.