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  “Good girl.” He drove into her finally, a long slow thrust that filled her entirely so that she held her breath for a few heartbeats. “Am I hurting you?” He stopped.

  “No, no,” she shook her head, sucking in that breath. “You’re just…you’re a little…”

  He kissed her. Lips, nose, eyes, chin, throat. His tongue dancing over her skin as he rocked his hips slightly from side to side but he didn’t thrust. “Tell me.” The pressure worked her clit and she felt her pussy blossom for him.

  “Big. You’re kind of big. But I’m good now.” She hooked her leg to his waist, opening her pussy for him further. His grip on her wrists tightened and he moved faster, his breath like a raging storm in her ear.

  "Yea?" He chuckled.

  "Yeah," she said.

  He moved into her with a perfect rhythm until she felt the inevitable build of pressure and need. “You feel so good, Kimber. You feel like I knew you would. A perfect fit. A tight, wet, sweet little pussy.”

  The words wound her up again and she felt her cunt tighten more. The pressure in her pelvis so intense, but oh so perfect. “Yes, yes.”

  The sound of the gutter filled her house again. A dying bovine sound that made her blood run cold. Charlie paused, his cock barely moving but his hips rocking over her. She was so close. So close. “Ignore it!”

  “But I think that we should…”

  Kimber moved up to meet him, taking over the motion of their lovemaking. Charlie shut his eyes. He gave up the battle and started to move in her again. His mouth found her nipple and he sucked, the tug sent ripples from her breast to her cunt. “Oh, god. That is so good. So, so good,” she chanted.

  Whu-unnnnnh

  Charlie froze again, his lips still warm on her breast but he wasn’t moving. Kimber tried to move, but he crushed her flat. “Kimber, we should—”

  “No, no. It will wait.” My god. In the interim he could decide he wasn’t bi after all. Or that he didn’t like her. Or any number of horrible things and all she asked was once. Just once with Charlie Brewster. Just one orgasm dear Universe, are you listening?

  BOOM! The universe was listening and it didn’t care.

  She turned to him and he was still in her, big and hard, pressing all the perfect places. His heartbeat thumped against her naked skin making her feel secure. He looked her in the eyes, his big green ones full of humor and affection and he said, “Riiiiiing!”

  Kimber sat up, coming out of the dream hard and fast, her heart thumping, pussy thumping, body completely at war. She sat up, an orgasm so close to being unleashed in her pelvis she felt hot all over. She shifted and the pressure and ache of wanting to come stole her breath. She grabbed the phone. “Hello?”

  Her toes touched the cold floor and she immediately pulled them back as Charlie’s voice said, “Your roof out front just caved in, are you okay?”

  “What!” She stood and caught the white flash of snow falling swiftly past the street lamp. This had been the snowiest December she could recall. Normally December was quaint, pretty, holiday snowfall. Just enough to be festive, not enough to wreak havoc. But this winter it had been coming in huge batches of white fury. Mucking up the Christmas preparation for most folks. And now…caving in part of her roof.

  “Kimber did you hear me?”

  “What? Yes! Where?”

  “Out front. Look, Adam told me that the front porch section needed repair.”

  “Yes, yes…the inspector said that,” she stammered. From her bedroom window all she could see was white and more white and the occasional passing flare of yellow headlights out by the main road.

  “Okay, but I’m not sure if the roof proper needs any work. This snow is heavy and wet and if the roof is bad…” Charlie trailed off and Kimber tried to suck in a breath as her heart rate sped up.

  “Oh god. It will cave in and crush me in my bed. Suffocate me. I’ll die like someone in an avalanche.”

  Charlie chuckled softly. Just soft enough not to offend her. She knew, logically that wouldn’t happen. The attic was above her bedroom ceiling and though the snow was heavy, it was not enough to crush and smother her. This was simply a panic attack. She’d had more than a few in her life. Just not in a while. “I don’t think that’s going to happen. But it’s too dark for me to look and it’s only the front porch, so there shouldn’t be any damage to your house.”

  Kimber could hear the policeman in his voice. The quiet, calm authoritative cadence of someone used to being in control and calming others down. It made her feel much more mellow that she normally would have. For that she was grateful. “That’s good,” she said almost dreamily.

  “Yes, it is. Are you okay?”

  “I just get upset…”

  “I can tell.” She could hear the smile in his voice.

  “And I obsess over stuff happening to my house. I mean, really, really, really obsess.”

  “Understandable,” Charlie said. “But for now, we have to worry about safety. So I want you to put on something warm and go to the basement. I’m going to come get you at the basement door. You can stay here and in the morning, I’ll be able to see what’s what. Okay?”

  “Why the basement?” Why? Why was she asking why? Was she insane? Just do what he says!

  Charlie didn’t seem to mind. “Because I don’t know about the back porch either so I don’t want you coming out that door in case it’s iffy. The basement is safe and there’s no roof. You just open the door and you're out. Okay?”

  “Okay,” she sighed.

  “Put your boots on. It’s snowing hard and it’s getting deep. Bring some stuff to wear tomorrow. Okay?” He was speaking slow and concise like one would to someone inebriated. Well, she was sleep and horny dream-drunk. Her body still remembered the dream vividly and that was bad. Her nipples rubbed her soft pajamas and her belly twirled with glee at the thought of seeing Charlie, caved in roof or no caved in roof.

  “Okay,” she breathed and saw that her hand trembled.

  She remembered her boots and her coat, but of course she forgot her bag. “It’s okay, Kimber,” Charlie said, leading her around the walk to the front of her house and across the snowy walk that divided them.

  She said, half asleep, half stuck in her hot dream of him, half freaked out by caved in bits of house, “That is a nice filigree birdbath there in your garden filling up with snow.”

  He stopped and stared at her, concerned at first and then he laughed. “Um…thanks?”

  “You’re welcome,” she said, staring at the artfully corroded metal almost hidden by snow.

  Gay. Damn.

  Chapter 4

  It was damn near impossible to leave her in the guest room. She’d been wearing these taunting snug little pink pajamas covered with penguins. Her hair was a tangle of bed headed goodness and her boots came up to her knees. She wore a green army jacket probably handed down from someone and she looked like a sleepy woman who was too kissable for her own good.

  She also looked slightly stunned. He could tell she was one of those high strung homeowners but a significant portion of roof caving in would rattle even the most laid back person. He’d tucked her into the bed his parents had given him for the spare room. A cognac colored sleigh bed with yellow sheets and a green comforter. She’d thanked him over and over again and then turned on her back to stare at the ceiling.

  “I’ll be in the room right next door. Okay?”

  “M’kay,” she muttered.

  “The bathroom is at the end of the hall. Just like your house. I left a night light on and the door open.”

  Silence. Then, “M’kay.”

  “Are you okay?” Was she in shock? Panic attack? Whatever it was his heart was hurting for her.

  “Fine. I’m all right. Go to bed. I’m sorry for all the worry. Fine, fine, fine,” she chanted. Charlie thought she was maybe trying to convince herself and not him.

  “Okay, then. If you need me or anything at all, let me know.”

  “M’kay,”
she said. She sounded like she was drifting off and Charlie tried to move silently to the door. Then, “When you opened your mouth and that ring came out, it freaked me out,” she said.

  “I bet,” he whispered. Ring came out? What the hell? Then he caught on. Had Kimber Daniels been dreaming about him? That thought made him smile. “I'll try not to do that again.”

  “I hope so. Because we were just getting to the good part,” she said and then a tiny little growling snore came out of her.

  Charlie laughed. Not just a dream. A naughty dream. Bonus. He left the door cracked and climbed into bed. His cock hard with the thought of her dreaming that way about him. “But I won’t care,” he said.

  He didn’t care as he stroked his own hard-on in his palm. His mind turning to rubbing his cock along the wet, warm entrance of Kimber. He didn’t care as he thought of those taut, long legs wrapping around his waist or the thought of holding her flush under him. Holding her unmoving even when she wanted to squirm. Telling her in soft but firm words to stay still.

  Charlie didn’t care as he envisioned biting her small pink nipples between his teeth, or sucking them hard enough to make her moan. He rubbed his cock harder and thought of holding her down by her trim hips. Holding her just so and then right at that moment of need, angling her ass higher so that he slammed her G-spot over and over and over again. He didn’t care as he heard her imaginary cries of pleasure and felt the invisible grip of her tight, sopping pussy around his dick. He didn’t care as his own come coated his fist and he didn’t care when he took a shuddering breath, knowing now he could sleep without creeping back in there and watching her breathe.

  “That’s how much I don’t care,” he said and turned to his side.

  Out in the night, the wind howled and shook the eaves like an angry wraith.

  * * * *

  Charlie sat up abruptly and turned to the door. Someone was standing there and reflex propelled him out of his warm bed to grab at the intruder. It was only when he heard her shocked and flustered, “Oh!” that Charlie even remembered Kimber was in the house.

  He’d been dreaming about her, sure. He’d been dreaming about driving into her hard and fast at first and then somewhere in there, it had been a gentle rocking kind of thrust. Her cries were still in his mind as he released the real life woman from his grasp. “Kimber, Jesus Christ. I could have killed you.”

  “What? What happened?”

  He steadied her, seeing by the shaft of street light through the window that he’d knocked her off balance. His room was dark and she was in an unfamiliar room. “Steady. You okay? Instinct kicked in, second nature, I guess. I was asleep and I forgot you were here until I…”

  “Grabbed me?” she said and then laughed a shaky laugh.

  “God, I feel like an ass. Come sit down.” Charlie led her to the bed and pushed her shoulders until she sat. Then he crouched in front of her and checked her over. “You sure you’re okay. You seem really—”

  “I keep hearing this noise,” she whispered frantically. “And I’m so afraid my house is caving in.” She sniffled quietly and something in his chest that had been hard and angry softened. He brushed her hair out of her face and waited for her to finish. “I just picture all that hard work, all the crazy hoops I had to hurtle through to buy it and crash, boom, bang I can hear it all come tumbling down.” A small sob slipped out and he rubbed her back until he heard her take a deep breath.

  “I don’t think that’s the case,” he said.

  “I can hear it,” she whispered in a hushed, confessional tone.

  Charlie leaned in and took her hand. Her lips were so close to his and he had the sudden and vivid memory of what he had just dreamt of those lips doing to him. How hot her mouth had been on his cock. How eager her tongue had felt. How wet and sweet and wonderful her cunt had been when he’d slid home. He swallowed hard and shook his head. “I think that’s stress making you hear things. Come with me.” Still holding her hand, Charlie led her to the room he used as an office. He pulled the blind up behind his computer desk and pointed. In the ambient white glow of the neighborhood Christmas lights they could see her house. Completely intact except for the small front porch roof. “See, it’s all good. You’re a little freaked out.”

  She nodded sagely, she'd pulled her hair up and her ponytail swayed with the movement. She moved a tiny bit closer to him, her warm hand still clutching his. It made him feel big and strong and somehow useful. It made him feel good and Charlie realized that he hadn’t felt good in a while.

  “But I hear it. What if it’s the other side?” Her hand tightened on his and he could feel the tension and anxiety thrumming off of her like electricity off a live wire.

  “If the other side were caving in the way you are describing,” he said, putting an arm around her shoulder to comfort her. “Then this side would be caving in, too. I think it’s safe. I think you’re hearing—”

  To prove his point, the wind whooped up and loud and wild and Kimber jumped, grabbing him like she was drowning. Okay, so sue him, he took advantage of it and wrapped her in his arms, pulled her close. So what if she felt the hardness of his arousal, he was only a man.

  Either he was hallucinating or after she had time to feel his hard-on she said, “Mmm,” softly, she stepped closer to him instead of away. “I’m not usually such a princess,” she said, looking up at him with tired, haunted eyes.

  “You’re good. It’s been an interesting night.” Charlie could feel her pull then. The significant undeniable tug of her mouth calling to him and he gave in. He leaned in and kissed her. Her lips parted for him and her tongue twined with his and then her long cool fingers were smoothing circles over the freshly sprouted stubble on his face.

  Charlie cupped her ass in his hands, feeling the feminine flare of her bottom and hips. God, she was luscious. A perfect hourglass of a woman and she made a sound when he kissed her deep. It made him so unbearably hard. She was damn near killing him with his own lust.

  “Interesting night,” she mimicked and then traced the length of his cock in his pajama bottoms. He held his breath as his heartbeat pounded in his ears. The sound mingled with the howling wind outside and he grew lightheaded.

  “Come to bed with me,” he said, plainly. Desperately. He would wear his heart on his sleeve after ripping it straight out of his chest for her if that was what she wanted. Right at that perfect moment in time, all he wanted was her next to him in is bed as the wind bellowed its rage and the snow fell like white feathers from a nearly black sky.

  “I will.” Her hand breached the waistband of his pants and then his boxers. Charlie was pretty sure his heart was going to leap right from his chest and he would die on the spot. Instead her strong fingers grasped his cock and she started to work him. She moved her hand over his flesh in an entirely different way than he had earlier. Her hand on him was nothing like his lonely jerk-off session while dreaming of her touching him.

  The attentions she gave was a million times better than his tiny mind could have ever imagined. “God, not too much. Just the thought of you touching me is enough to put me on edge.”

  Kimber laughed and stood on tippy toe to kiss him. Her lips found his throat and she licked a wet line of fire from jaw to collarbone. “Take me to bed,” she said.

  “We can just cuddle,” he said stupidly. Afraid he would upset her. Afraid he was taking advantage. Charlie wanted her so bad his teeth sang from gritting them together, but he never wanted to abuse her trust. He captured her wrists in his hand and squeezed enough to still her when she reached to rub her hands over the aching points of his nipples in his dark, cold office.

  “If you want me to just cuddle, I’m going home to the cave-in.”

  Something about that made him laugh wildly and he scooped her up in his arms. She let out a soft oomph but then sighed and let him take her into his room caveman style.

  “Take off your clothes.” He tugged at her bottoms to help. “Get them off.”

  His voi
ce had turned gruff and low and his mind could think of nothing more than burying in her sweet heat and fucking her until she said his name in that breathy little voice. Kimber pulled the top over her head then yanked out her hair elastic. Her hair broke free in a tumble of dark strands. He had her pants in his fist and he tossed them, pushing her back as he climbed over her.

  “What about you?” Her fingers were back in this waistband, pushing as he moved. The soft fabric gathered around his hips until he finally wrestled them off. Finally, blissfully naked, Charlie kissed her again. He didn’t think he’d ever wanted to feel a woman’s lips more. They were softer than any lips he had ever kissed, or he was simply more crazed for her than he’d ever been for another woman. Something about her made him feel blissfully alive.

  “Part your legs for me, baby,” he said.

  “Wait. In a moment. Come up here.” Her hands plucked at his hips, trying to move him higher over her body until Charlie’s brain kicked in and he inched up over her, his knees straddling her arms, his cock over her face. Oh, fuck. Over her beautiful face and her soft, soft lips.

  “Come on. I won’t bite you.” She pulled at his upper thighs until he rose up to let the crown of his hard-on brush her bottom lip. Her tongue darted out and she licked the small slit that held a small gem of pre-cum. Charlie bit his tongue so he wouldn’t come right there.

  “You’re killing me.”

  “You look pretty happy for a dying man.”

  Her lips took in the first few inches of him and then sucked. The tug of excitement shot from groin to his heart, which he was pretty sure was going to stop.

  Charlie slipped past her lips, pulled out, slipped in, slipped out. “I am. I am dying a happy death,” he said and didn’t recognize his own voice.

  Kimber raised her head, took him deeper and he had to plant his hands on the bedroom wall. He was afraid he’d lose his composure and crush her flat otherwise. Her hands came up to pet his legs with silken strokes. She cupped his ass, urging him to thrust until Charlie blew out a huge breath and moved away on shaking legs.