soft. And God he was hot-temperature wise-and oh, so, so
easy to look at. Gorgeous, like some angel that had plunged into a nice soft
bed to make her wishes come true.
Crap, she was losing it. Angels to
earth and soft skin and waxing poetic over men she couldn’t have?
“Thanks,” he said. She could hear him
smiling. “And hey, I hope I didn’t overstep my neighborly bounds.” His face was
sober with thought and worry. “I don't want to be that guy who barrels in and
takes over…well, I’m just sorry that we…”
Jesus! She sat up fast and threw her
legs over the side.
“Kimber—”
“No, no. You're sorry! Again! Hey, if
you've got regrets, I’ll just go back…in there. I’ll be in the other room and
tomorrow I’ll see what’s up with the house.” She backpedaled, really and truly
not in the mood to be used and then dropped by a man. Not even one as hot and
seemingly nice and interesting as Charlie Brewster. It had been stupid of her
to think he might be a bit different beyond being the only bisexual person she
knew.
Maybe this was why his partner left,
for goodness sake.
“Kimber, you’re not under—”
Something warm and furry moved under
her foot and then a yowl to rival the wind filled the room. Kimber screamed and
flailed as the furry something darted across the room, a barely visible dark
streak flying across the room. “Jesus Christ on a cracker, what was that?”
“Tyra,” he sighed.
“As in the model?” She clutched at her
heart and waited for it to calm down or simply break for good.
“As in the cat, Clarice named her. Now
come over here and sit down for a moment. Just calm down.” He patted the bed
and she thought it over. Finally, she walked forward on little steps and sat.
She’d let him speak. He had saved her more than once tonight, after all. He at
least deserved that.
“I didn’t mean I wished it hadn't
happened. I was worried that I took advantage. Or came on too strong or made
you anything other than…happy. It’s been a rough year. I’m having a hard time
reading signals and knowing what to do. I always feel like I’m stepping on
myself, or someone else. Which is worse.”
“I know that feeling,” Kimber
admitted.
“Now will you please curl up with me here
and keep me warm? We have quite a few more hours until sunrise and I sure could
do with the soft feel of you and that cute little whistle snore thing you do.”
“What? I do not snore,” she gasped.
He laughed and she swatted at him even
as she curled her feet under the comforter and snuggled down. “It’s cute,” he
said and tugged her in tight.
“Cute my ass,” Kimber groused.
“That too.”
He started to breathe deeply and
Kimber closed her eyes to listen to the peaceful sound.
* * * *
This time she instigated it. She
turned, unable to sleep and he moved against her. Reflexively pressing the
length of his body to hers for warmth. Kimber didn’t need much provocation. She
was so attracted to Charlie it bordered on absurd. When he was face to face
with her, it scrambled her thoughts. When he touched her, she felt like she
would climb out of her skin, or maybe into his.
She took him in hand, running the tip
of her thumb over the head of his cock. At first his breath caught and he
mumbled lowly. His head turned to one side and then the other and he sighed.
Kimber smiled. Working up a man like Charlie infused her with power, made her
feel sexy and innately female.
Kimber squeezed gently, stroking her
loose fist along his silken length. His hips pushed up involuntarily and his
eyelids fluttered. His face awash in neon green from the glowing digital
numbers on the alarm clock. “Kimber?”
“Right here,” she said. She pushed the
covers back, shushing him when he started to protest. The pajama pants gave her
no protest as she yanked them lower so that his cock sprang free. “I’m right
here.”
“Wha—” But that was as far as he got
when she stuck out her tongue and licked him.
easy to look at. Gorgeous, like some angel that had plunged into a nice soft
bed to make her wishes come true.
Crap, she was losing it. Angels to
earth and soft skin and waxing poetic over men she couldn’t have?
“Thanks,” he said. She could hear him
smiling. “And hey, I hope I didn’t overstep my neighborly bounds.” His face was
sober with thought and worry. “I don't want to be that guy who barrels in and
takes over…well, I’m just sorry that we…”
Jesus! She sat up fast and threw her
legs over the side.
“Kimber—”
“No, no. You're sorry! Again! Hey, if
you've got regrets, I’ll just go back…in there. I’ll be in the other room and
tomorrow I’ll see what’s up with the house.” She backpedaled, really and truly
not in the mood to be used and then dropped by a man. Not even one as hot and
seemingly nice and interesting as Charlie Brewster. It had been stupid of her
to think he might be a bit different beyond being the only bisexual person she
knew.
Maybe this was why his partner left,
for goodness sake.
“Kimber, you’re not under—”
Something warm and furry moved under
her foot and then a yowl to rival the wind filled the room. Kimber screamed and
flailed as the furry something darted across the room, a barely visible dark
streak flying across the room. “Jesus Christ on a cracker, what was that?”
“Tyra,” he sighed.
“As in the model?” She clutched at her
heart and waited for it to calm down or simply break for good.
“As in the cat, Clarice named her. Now
come over here and sit down for a moment. Just calm down.” He patted the bed
and she thought it over. Finally, she walked forward on little steps and sat.
She’d let him speak. He had saved her more than once tonight, after all. He at
least deserved that.
“I didn’t mean I wished it hadn't
happened. I was worried that I took advantage. Or came on too strong or made
you anything other than…happy. It’s been a rough year. I’m having a hard time
reading signals and knowing what to do. I always feel like I’m stepping on
myself, or someone else. Which is worse.”
“I know that feeling,” Kimber
admitted.
“Now will you please curl up with me here
and keep me warm? We have quite a few more hours until sunrise and I sure could
do with the soft feel of you and that cute little whistle snore thing you do.”
“What? I do not snore,” she gasped.
He laughed and she swatted at him even
as she curled her feet under the comforter and snuggled down. “It’s cute,” he
said and tugged her in tight.
“Cute my ass,” Kimber groused.
“That too.”
He started to breathe deeply and
Kimber closed her eyes to listen to the peaceful sound.
* * * *
This time she instigated it. She
turned, unable to sleep and he moved against her. Reflexively pressing the
length of his body to hers for warmth. Kimber didn’t need much provocation. She
was so attracted to Charlie it bordered on absurd. When he was face to face
with her, it scrambled her thoughts. When he touched her, she felt like she
would climb out of her skin, or maybe into his.
She took him in hand, running the tip
of her thumb over the head of his cock. At first his breath caught and he
mumbled lowly. His head turned to one side and then the other and he sighed.
Kimber smiled. Working up a man like Charlie infused her with power, made her
feel sexy and innately female.
Kimber squeezed gently, stroking her
loose fist along his silken length. His hips pushed up involuntarily and his
eyelids fluttered. His face awash in neon green from the glowing digital
numbers on the alarm clock. “Kimber?”
“Right here,” she said. She pushed the
covers back, shushing him when he started to protest. The pajama pants gave her
no protest as she yanked them lower so that his cock sprang free. “I’m right
here.”
“Wha—” But that was as far as he got
when she stuck out her tongue and licked him.
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