Page 37 of Charmed By the Next-Door Neighbor
He's going to know.
He's going to feel exactly what he does to me.
His fingers slide under the fabric and he freezes.
"Fuck, Claire. You're—"
"I know," I gasp. "I told you, I've been… Since you touched me at dinner I've been—"
He slides one thick finger through my folds and I choke on whatever I was going to say.
"You're drenched," he says, and he sounds awed. "All this for me?"
"Yes."
He finds my clit and circles it slowly, and my hips jerk.
"You sat through dinner like this?"
"Yes."
"Sat in this car with me, soaking wet, and didn't say anything?"
"I couldn't… I didn't think you'd—oh—"
He slides a finger inside me.
"Didn't think I'd what?" he asks, adding a second finger, stretching me. "Didn't think I'd want to touch you? Didn't think I'd want to make you come?"
I can't answer. Can't form words. His fingers are thick and rough and they're hitting something inside me that makes my vision blur.
"I've wanted to touch you for months," he says, his voice low and dark in my ear. "Wanted to find out if you'd be this wet for me. Wanted to make you come so hard you forget your own name."
I'm going to die. I'm actually going to die right here in the front seat of my car. His thumb finds my clit and I cry out, my hands scrabbling for purchase on his shoulders.
"That's it," he murmurs. "Let me hear you."
"Nash, I—I'm going to—"
"Come for me, Claire. Let me feel it."
He crooks his fingers, and I shatter. The orgasm hits me so hard I can't breathe, can't think, can't do anything but shake and moan and clench around his fingers while he works me through it.
"Good girl," he's saying. "That's my good girl. So fucking perfect."
I'm dimly aware that I'm crying. That there are tears streaming down my face. That I'm making sounds I've never made before. And he just keeps touching me, drawing it out, until I'm boneless and trembling in his lap.
When I finally come back to myself, I'm slumped against his chest, his arms wrapped around me, his hand still between my legs.
"You okay?" he asks.
I laugh. It comes out shaky and breathless. "I think you killed me."
"Good."
We sit there in the darkness, wrapped around each other, while the rain continues to pour.
My dress is a mess. My makeup is probably ruined. My hair is everywhere.
