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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 voice 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.
    “No more?” she asked.
    “Not this time. Next time. Right now I
have to…”