“Touch yourself.” Her eyes turned big. “Touch yourself,” he repeated grimly. “With your other hand. Open your legs and touch yourself.” In his peripheral vision, he watched as her right hand hesitated over her thighs. Then, slowly, her thighs opened and she reached between them with her forefinger, running it along the slit.

God, he remembered doing that himself, sliding his finger along the silky opening, tender and fascinating, puffy and pale pink. Like a little flesh flower.

“Are you wet?” They were passing the McBain mansion, a huge, decaying Victorian monstrosity surrounded by woods that just cried out for a crazed writer with a pickax. It meant that they were just a few minutes from her house. “Please tell me that you’re wet, because otherwise I’ll shoot myself.”

Charity gave a little snorting laugh. “No, you’re okay. You’ll live a little longer. I’m wet, though…,” she paused delicately, “not quite as wet as you make me.” Her fingers tightened around his cock.

The muscles in his thighs pulled, hard, and a line of fire raced down his spine. For a shocked second, he thought he would come in her hand. He managed to pull back from the brink, shaking, jaws clenched.

Charity ran her hand up him once, then back down. “Wow.” He could see her looking at him. “Something almost happened there.”

Nick’s jaws clenched. “Yeah.” He chanced a glance at her. They were almost home. “You little witch.”

He saw the beginning of her smile before concentrating again on the road. “That better have excited you.”

“Oh, it did,” she assured him softly. Her thighs opened wider and he could actually hear the wet sounds as she pushed her finger inside her, then pulled it slowly out. “I am very…ready.”

Nick had one big punch to his system as he started the free fall to orgasm. No! Not here, not now. Again, he had to use all his self-control to pull himself back.

They were there. He drove up the driveway, killing the engine just as the front fender of the Lexus kissed the garage door. He turned to look at her, wincing. Every movement fucking hurt. “Pull on your pants and shoes. Leave your underwear here. Get your key ready, too.”

She was fast, he had to give her that. By the time he made it to her door, she had her pants, shoes, and coat on. Panties, bra, and stockings were a pale, silky gleam on the floor of the footwell.

Charity lifted up her arms to him, in utter trust, a mysterious half smile on her face. “I’m looking forward to this,” she whispered, once she was in his arms, where she belonged.

“Not as much as I am.” Nick smiled down at her. His hard-on still hurt, but for just a second, he was able to forget it. She felt so light and soft and…and right in his arms. His cock was squeezed tight inside his jeans but something was squeezing him in the chest area, too.

His senses were heightened. The pine trees of the forest surrounding her house gave off a heady, resinlike scent that mixed with the steely smell of snow and whiff of gas coming off the hot hood. Above all those, her scent, Charity’s scent, rose like a grace note.

He could see so clearly, it was as if he had on night vision goggles. The faint light given off by the streetlamp a hundred yards away and Charity’s pitifully weak porch light were enough for him to take in everything. He could have taken a sniper shot.

And his skin—Jesus. His skin felt supercharged, one huge erogenous zone from the top of his head to his toes. Each stray snowflake felt like a little pebble pinging against him. All the textures of his clothes and hers, the light wind that felt like a gale—everything was heightened.

He made it up the walkway and the stairs as fast as he could without slipping on the ice and breaking both their necks. A second later they were inside the door and a second after that, he had her up against the door, both hands plunged into her hair, cradling her skull, kissing her wildly.

His hand went to his pants and he freed himself

She lifted herself up on tiptoe so she could cradle his hard-on and it brought about a second’s relief. Not enough, but Christ, it was better rubbing himself against her softness than against his jeans.

He left her mouth for the second it took to whip her sweater up and off, missing her fiercely, moaning as he took her mouth again.

He had another second to get her naked and to get himself suited up. He couldn’t do both in a second.

“Take your pants off,” he whispered against her mouth, stepping back. “Fast.”

He pulled a rubber out of his pocket and donned it, wincing at the feel of his hand smoothing the condom over himself. He felt ready to explode.

She held his eyes as she unzipped her pants. They slid to her ankles. She toed her boots off, tugged the pants past her feet and tossed them into the room somewhere.

Before they landed, Nick had pressed against her, lifting her and stepping between her legs. She opened for him, an instinctive gesture of welcome and his cock brushed against her soft pubic hair. He gritted his teeth.

He was completely dressed except for his dick hanging out and she was utterly naked. He didn’t need arousing, it felt like steam was coming off him as it was, but the sight of her naked body against him shattered what little control he’d still had.

Nick’s hands cupped her bottom, lifting her up, and he slammed into her, hard and fast. She took him. He shook, letting his forehead droop onto her shoulder. She could take him. Thank God. She’d done her own foreplay and this was going to work.

He was breathing hard, lungs bellowing, trembling, trying to hold on to his control. She clasped him like a warm, wet fist. He needed to wait just a second before fucking, make sure she was used to him.

Charity’s head was tilted back against the door, long slender neck exposed. Again, Nick wished he were a vampire. He got vampires, totally. Understood precisely what made them tick. That neck was a bite magnet, positively made for biting.

He shifted his head, brought his lips to her throat, licked her, then bit her. A delicate but hard nip. Right over where her heartbeat pulsed.

Charity jolted, gasping. At the same time, her cunt clenched around him, from root to tip, tight and hot. His entire body clenched back and he lost control.

Keeping his mouth to her throat he started pounding in her, holding her up and keeping her legs spread with his hands, the entire world reduced to his mouth on her throat and his cock in her, completely open to him. Her back thumped against the wooden door. Too hard. He was being too hard on her but he couldn’t stop himself, it felt like he’d been waiting for this forever, like a dam that had just burst.

He had no idea if he could stop if she asked him to, his body had taken over entirely, trying very hard to pump as deeply into her body as it was possible to go. As if he were trying to punch a hole to her heart with his dick.

It was too much, too intense. His heart raced, sweat poured down his back, he picked up the pace for a wild second, cock swelling inside her and then he erupted, coming wildly, in huge waves, shuddering and moaning.

Was she—yes!

With a wild cry, Charity started coming, the small contractions milking him tightly, drawing his climax out. Damn, he’d give anything not to have a rubber on. To spill into her warm, welcoming body instead of into latex, feel every inch of her, as he had yesterday.

One last, hard thrust and it was over. He leaned heavily against her, panting, knees so weak he had to stiffen them.

Slowly his senses returned. He could hear his own heavy breathing in the quiet of the room.

He winced. His fingers were clutching the soft cheeks of her ass so hard he was bound to leave bruises. He loosened his fingers, one by one. It was surprisingly hard to do.

He was leaning against her so hard, he was keeping her up against the wall by his weight alone. He stepped back a fraction and allowed her to slip down until her feet touched the ground.