She dropped the shirt she was holding back onto the counter after carefully taking it off my arm and then headed into her room.
And I was right.
Her breasts swayed prettily underneath that shirt.
Even worse, her ass jiggled in her shorts.
I wasn’t sure which one made me harder.
Though, the longer that I stood in the kitchen wondering about it, the surer I became.
I’d fallen in love with Carmichael the day that she’d walked in in her short shorts. So, the answer was her ass. Her ass definitely made me harder.
“Here,” she shook the shirt out. “It’s not too wrinkled, either. I just wore it last night. Hope that doesn’t bother you.”
Wearing a shirt that smelled like her? Yeah, that definitely wouldn’t bother me.
“No, that’s fine,” I admitted. “Anything will work right now.”
She helped me get it on over my head, then helped me thread each arm through.
She was right, the shirt was a bit short, but still long enough that I would need to tuck it in.
Speaking of tucking it in…
“I can’t do that.” I shook my head when she gestured at me to tuck it in. “It was hard enough putting the belt on. I couldn’t even get it into the usual hole that I use.”
She frowned hard at me and bit her lip as she contemplated what she was about to say next.
“I can help,” she said softly.
My jaw tightened. “Go for it.”
At first, I thought she was just going to tuck my shirt in without unbuckling my belt, but she shocked the absolute shit out of me by not only unbuckling my belt, but also unbuttoning and unzipping my pants.
By the time that she had my pants hanging open, my cock was so hard that it was holding my pants in place by sheer volume.
Her eyes widened at first, obviously having seen what I’d felt, but she didn’t say a word as she tucked the shirt in, then helped button me back in my pants.
It wasn’t until she was doing the belt up that she accidentally brushed her knuckles along my cock.
I clenched my molars together as I tried to breathe through the orgasm that I’d nearly had just by her brushing her knuckles against my clothed dick.
“Arms,” she murmured, her voice a bit husky.
I gave her my bad arm, grimacing only slightly when she got it all the way into place.
I’d just gotten it up onto my shoulders when she immediately started to button up the buttons.
Which was when we realized the problem.
She should’ve waited to tuck my shirt in until the button-up shirt was on because now we’d have to go through the whole process all over again.
“Oh, fuck,” I heard her mumble under her breath, finally coming to the same realization that I had moments before.
I swallowed hard and tried to control myself, but this time when she unbuckled and unzipped, my control snapped.
I didn’t think that she touched my cock on purpose, but that didn’t seem to matter.
One second, she was pulling my zipper down, and the next I had her pinned to the counter, my cock pressing against her warm center, and my mouth slamming down on hers.
She gasped into my mouth, her hands clenching on my sides as she dug her fingernails into my skin.
Her mouth tasted like everything I’d always imagined it would.
Sweet, cherry, and mine.
“Holy shit,” I breathed, pulling away to draw in a ragged breath.
She looked at me, lips puffy from my forceful kiss, eyes glazed, and a look of pure feminine excitement on her face.
“When I get home from court,” I said to her, “we’re doing this. No more fucking around.”
She swallowed hard. “Was that what we were doing?”
I nodded.
She placed her hands on my chest, then smoothed her hands down until she had my entire shirt tucked in well.
“Okay.”
Just one word.
One single, solitary word.
It had the power to make my cock jerk.
“Okay,” I replied back gruffly. “Okay.”
She finished tucking my shirt in, then smoothed her hand down the front of my stomach to make sure that everything laid flat.
“I used to look at you in your suits,” she whispered raggedly. “Used to think about taking them off. Never about putting them on.”
I laughed then groaned. “We were supposed to change the bandage.”
She frowned. “How long will you be in court today?”
“A couple of hours at most,” I answered her, body tight.
“Then we’ll change it when you get done. It hasn’t even been a full twenty-four hours yet since I did it last night.” She was shifting her legs.
Her nipples were peaked, too.
Jesus, Mary and Joseph.
I was going to hell.
“Then let’s go.” I stepped back.
“I forgot to buckle the belt.” She picked the tie up off the counter. “And you certainly need this.”
I wasn’t sure how much more of her hands on me I could take.
Thankfully, she didn’t take long to get the buckle into the right place, and not once did her hand accidentally brush things that shouldn’t be brushed.
Or, maybe they should be brushed, just not before I was due in court in less than forty-five minutes.
“All done,” she said huskily after looping the tie around my throat and tying it expertly. “You look all lawyer-like and don’t even look like you got shot the day before yesterday.”
I grimaced. “I feel like I got shot the day before yesterday. If this Vicodin doesn’t kick in here in a second then I’ll really hate myself.”
She tilted her head. “Is someone coming to pick you up?”
I frowned. “No.”
Her brows rose at my answer.
“You can’t drive on Vicodin, Croft.” She narrowed her eyes. “I’ll drive you.”
I was about to open my mouth to argue with her when I realized just how stupid that was.
Why would I argue about her driving me? I wanted her with me.
“Okay,” I said slowly, trying not to let my excitement show. “But I don’t know how long this court hearing will take me. Are you going to be able to hang
