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looked both wise and boyish. She felt her pulse in her throat as well as in her
pussy. Kimber pressed her knees together, trying to quell that urgent feeling
of arousal, the flexing only served to heighten it and she had to bite her
tongue to gain any focus at all.
    “It’s fine. That’s what I’m here for.”
    He touched her arm and the warm feel
of his hand on her skin made the rest of her body hum like a big engine.
“Thanks.”
    She led the way up the stairs, aware
her ass in the hot-pink, penguin pajamas leveled with his gaze. The material
resembled long johns as opposed to billowy flannel pj’s. Kimber would be forced
to lie if you accused her of saying she’d chosen them on purpose. She’d say she
hadn’t, but she had.
    Lingerie had seemed too over the top,
oversized pajamas, not enough. She’d settled on pink penguins.
    The sound filled her home again. A
deep groan shook her teeth in her head and made her stomach turn.
    “It’s okay,” Charlie laughed touching
her hip.
    When his fingers touched her there,
she sighed. It was involuntary, like sneezing or blinking.
    “I'm embarrassed,” she admitted.
    “Don’t’ be.” Charlie moved past her,
his bulk crushing to hers for just a moment and the fact that she wasn’t
breathing from nerves made white flowers and spots bloom in her vision. Kimber
sucked in a deep breath and he laughed softly. That laugh was like his lips on
her skin. So intimate and knowing that she shivered. Another moan and Charlie
lifted the window. “It’s just a noise, Kimber. It sounds way worse than it is.”
    “Right! Right. It sounds way worse
that it is.”
    “Just like you thinking I was actually
sorry I’d kissed you. That sounded way worse than it was.”
    He leaned out the window and she held
her breath, afraid he would fall but mesmerized by the grace with which he
moved. The flex of his arms inside that heather gray hoodie. The hard lines of
his thighs in his soft-looking pajama pants.
    If she touched her hand to the fabric,
would it be as soft as it looked? Until she got to the fly? Then would it be
hard? A girl could only hope.
    “You said you were sorry.”
    Bang, bang, bang. She jumped a little with every impact.
    “But I meant it was wrong of me. Not
that I actually regretted the kiss itself.” He hauled himself back in and stood
tall. God, he was big.
    “Oh, I thought you meant…”
    “Your lips taste like red hots, did
you know that?” He winked and shut the window. A warm rush of fluid moistened
the crotch of her panties. She was so very, very hot for this guy. Which was so
very, very wrong on many levels.
    “I use this cinnamon lipglo—”
    She didn’t get to finish because he
moved in close to kiss her. His head dipped and his mouth pressed to hers. His
lips, soft and warm, tasted like mint toothpaste. He hauled her closer and held
her waist in his big hands. The cold of them seeped through her pink penguins,
causing her to shiver. He pulled her even farther into his embrace. Charlie’s
mouth toured down her throat and his thumbs stroked her nipples so they pressed
the thin fabric of her pajamas. The thrill of his touch pulsed through her
belly, her pussy, and even her fingers. She was loose and limber. She was made
of jelly. And her ears were ringing. She pushed her hands into his hair and
tugged until his hips shot forward; his hard-on undeniable.
    “Your skin tastes like Spring. Which
is good considering how fast the snow is falling.” He didn’t let her answer.
His hands scooped under her bottom and he lifted her easily, walking to the
bed. He planted her on the edge and tugged at her penguin pants. “Out of these,
please? I won’t regret it.” His voice, dark and intense, made her move on the
bed like a wave of long hair and long limbs. “Will you?”
    Would she?
    Charlie studied her, lifting her now
bare leg up and kissing the inside of her knee. The tingling parade of
sensation marched straight to her cunt and she wanted him more