Free Chick with a Charm by Vicki Lewis Thompson Page B

was sticking out in all directions. Not what she’d call gorgeous. But his comment had been good for her ego.
    From inside the shower came the sound of a washcloth slapping against damp skin. Her libido perked up, but she told it to calm down. She and Griffin needed several hours of sleep more than they needed to dance another horizontal mambo.
    “Griffin?”
    “I’m almost done.”
    “Listen, I’m flattered that you want to pick up where we left off, but you have to get up early for work. What if we make a plan for tomorrow night after I’m finished at the Bubbling Cauldron?”
    He turned off the shower and slid back the curtain decorated with red and black swirls.
    She gulped. There was nothing quite like a fine specimen of manhood standing in a girl’s shower to ruin all her noble intentions. His muscled body glistened in the overhead light. Droplets of water clung to his chest hair and the dark curls surrounding his penis.
    As her gaze wandered in that direction, his balls tightened and his penis swelled. He had quite a package there, and she was mesmerized by the rapid inflation going on.
    “I can’t wait until tomorrow night,” he said quietly.
    Her brain stalled. She’d been trying to make a point, but damned if she could remember what it was.
    “Stay right there.” He stepped out of the tub and left the bathroom. “I’ll put something on.”
    “Don’t do that on my account.” She couldn’t have moved if she’d wanted to. The sight of his tight ass when he’d walked away had rooted her to the spot. No doubt she’d had her hands on that very fine part of his anatomy earlier tonight, but she must not have been paying proper attention. That was the kind of feature a girl needed to worship with both sight and touch.
    When he returned, she realized what he’d meant by putting something on. He was nicely dressed in another condom. His eyes were hot as they roamed over her.
    Suddenly sleep was the farthest thing from her mind.
    Her nerve endings began to hum and her vagina grew slick with anticipation. “I take it you have a plan?”
    “Uh-huh.” Circling her waist with his big hands, he lifted her to the bathroom counter. “Lean back on your hands and spread your legs for me.”
    She did as he asked, feeling wanton and daring as she gave him a full, well-lit view.
    “Nice.” He ran his knuckles gently over her moist folds.
    She closed her eyes as his lazy touch carried her closer to an orgasm than she cared to admit. She’d never been this responsive with any man, and she shocked herself a little.
    “I think you like that,” he murmured.
    “Mm.” She fought to steady her breathing, but it was no use. The more he casually brushed her with his knuckles, the more her control slipped.
    “I think you might like this, too.” Using one hand to steady her on the counter, he began to caress her more deliberately. Parting her, he slid two fingers in partway as his thumb settled with devastating accuracy over her clit. “Look at me.”
    Opening her eyes, she discovered his were heavy lidded with passion.
    “I want us to be looking at each other when I make you come.” He circled her clit with his thumb as he curved his fingers and stroked her G-spot.
    “That’s a bad idea.” She groaned as her climax bore down on her at breakneck speed. “Nobody . . . oh, that’s good . . . nobody looks good when they’re coming.”
    “You will.”
    “No. Let’s both . . . close our eyes.” She squeezed hers shut as she felt the wave about to crash over her.
    “Lily, look at me . ”
    She could hardly refuse him when he was doing such a lovely thing for her. She opened her eyes right before the first contraction. She opened her mouth, too, so that she could give vent to the pleasure. Her cries echoed in the small bathroom.
    His face was a fierce mask of triumph; and then his image blurred as her orgasm rolled through her and rolled through her again. But as he’d demanded, she kept her eyes open. It