The Truth About Numbnuts and Chubbs by Cat Kelly Read Free Book Online

her entire body was jumping with it. Maybe he saw.
    Why had she agreed to let him bring her here? In her mind she wrote out the points, scribbling them on a yellow legal pad, adding them up.
    One, the simple answer—she was nosy. That had to be worth twenty five percent. Maybe a little less.
    Two, the embarrassing confession—he was paying attention to her and she liked it. Bry was flattered. Another quarter percent therefore had to be granted to her inner giggling idiot and cheerleader reject.
    Three, absolute truth—Bry was horny and he was the most attractive man she knew. That made the total up to almost three quarters of a reason.
    Finally came the complex, underlying issue—he was the most teasing, frustrating man she'd ever known and it was time she got this out of her system. She would surely be relieved of this dreadful fascination once she'd seen that he was, in fact, just like every other man without his clothes. Besides, on behalf of every other average woman in the street, every other overlooked female, she had a flag to raise and something to prove to Benedick sexy-pants Petruska.
    There was a tiny sliver of the pie chart that couldn't be accounted for. Maybe later she'd figure that out.
    She was about to turn toward him when his phone rattled with the sound of coins falling from a slot machine. He picked up. "Carl?"
    She couldn't hear the other side of the conversation. Carl was nowhere near as loud as his wife.
    "I knew you would get home with Helena....no...no...I just got in....early start in the morning. Yes, I did tell you. Listen, it wasn't my kind of party....yes....no...uh huh...no idea....ok." He shut his phone and set it on the wide window ledge.
    "Why didn't you tell him I was here?" she asked smugly, head tilted.
    "I can, if you want me to." He reached for his phone again, but she brought her hand down on his.
    "No."
    "But it's perfectly innocent." His eyes narrowed. "You said so."
    Ah, so she had.
     
    * * * *
     
    The moment her hand touched him, he knew he couldn't let her leave his apartment that night. It was a long time since he'd felt this much excitement shooting through his veins, this much desire for a woman. Was it the first time she'd ever touched him? It felt as if it might be. His skin came alive where her fingers stretched over his knuckles.
    He tried to swallow, but his throat was dry. Fuck. Suddenly he was goddamn nervous again. "Sure you don't want something to eat?"
    "Quite sure." She was looking up at him, eyes blue and shining—but not with the innocence she claimed a few seconds ago.
    "Are you cold?"
    "No," she replied softly. "I'm never cold. Do I look cold?"
    "It's a thin dress. I just thought—"
    On tip toe she kissed him. He inhaled her spicy perfume, tasted her lipstick. Her breasts moved against his shirt and white hot need burst through his body. Quickly his hands swept up to caress her shape. If she was wearing anything underneath, he couldn't feel it. She was firm but the curves were very full, a perfect weight in his palms. A low groan, emerged from deep in his throat and his cock hardened, his balls tightened.
    "Ms. Mulligan." He circled one finger over the nipple pricking at the front of her dress. "You're not wearing a bra."
    "I took it off in your bathroom," she confessed, her breath blowing soft against his cheek. "Panties too."
    Inside his head a thin wire melted from the heat and he lost whatever old-fashioned gentlemanly restraint his grandmother would have urged. Now he understood his fear. This was a fantasy come to life. He should be fucking scared; it was probably a healthy reaction to the situation.
    He lifted her onto the window ledge, over the heating vents, and then he slipped one eager hand between her parted thighs.
    Sure enough there were no panties and his fingers found their path to treasure unrestricted. Her pussy was already damp, the lips soft as rose petals. "Damn."
    "What's the matter?"
    "I would have preferred to take them off you," he