Midnight Rain: a Those Who Wait story, page 9
She enjoyed the way Sutton seemed to pause at that, her eyebrows drawing down as she faltered for a moment as if only realizing now in this moment that she had, indeed, barged into Charlotte’s office.
It made her just a bit flustered as she wrapped her arms around her waist.
“I mean. You can’t just send hundred-dollar ‘get well’ baskets to my house, both the one from last night and this morning.”
Charlotte’s eyebrows furrowed as confusion rolled through her. “Did Lucy not enjoy them?”
She’d deliberated over them, picking the items for the food gift basket the night before to please both Sutton, with soup and vegetables and healthy juices, and Lucy, with a cupcake and a few cookies and some candies. This morning, she’d done the same with a different basket, one with tissues and Tylenol (both children’s and adult) and VapoRub as well as a soft blanket and a cute stuffed animal from a popular franchise that was apparently very hard to find as well as new knee-pads, as Lucy had enthusiastically discussed how hers were scratched so much from learning how to skateboard.
Charlotte had assumed Lucy would enjoy it all; honestly, she was out of her depth with children, but Sutton’s daughter had seemed relatively straightforward and adorable on Monday evening, enough that she’d felt comfortable with sending the gifts and certain they’d go over well.
Sutton tossed her hands in the air. “Of course she liked them! She’s six! And you sent sweets and toys! She’s enamored with you now. But you can’t do that. Would you do that for any other colleague who has a child with a cold?” Sutton challenged.
“I wouldn’t… not do it for a colleague I enjoyed who had a sick child,” Charlotte hedged around the truth they both clearly were aware of.
“Charlotte.” Sutton’s voice sounded almost pained, certainly exasperated, and tinged with so many shades of something Charlotte couldn’t identify, just in one word. Just in the way she said her name. “Please, it’s too much. And I don’t know what you’re getting at because we—we kissed, and then things got… they’ve been…”
“Ah, so you will admit it.” Charlotte leaned back in her chair, linking her fingers as they rested against her stomach, and watched Sutton’s pacing suddenly stop.
“Admit what?”
“That you’ve been acting avoidant since Monday.”
Sutton’s mouth fell open in what seemed like offense even as she blushed. “I—I have not.”
God, she was such a terrible liar. Charlotte loved it. Honestly, it delighted her.
“Sutton, I didn’t send you those gift baskets with any untoward intention,” that was the truth. She didn’t expect to get anything from sending them. “You are my…” She pursed her lips. “Did we not agree on Monday to be friendly? That’s a bit more than colleagues, kissing notwithstanding, right?” she countered.
Sutton’s lips pulled into a frown before she admitted. “I… I guess so. But—”
“A kiss only has to have as much effect on our relationship as we let it.” The words coming out of her mouth sounded so familiar, they made her ache. But it was the truth. She’d just gotten Sutton back into her life. She wasn’t going to risk it all and push for another kiss or anything more now.
She slowly stood, coming to the front of her desk, only a foot in front of Sutton. She could feel those blue eyes on her, watching every move. She felt Sutton’s gaze like it was a physical touch, and she made sure to stay at least a few feet away.
Almost every instinct inside of her said to move the slightest bit forward. To move close enough that Sutton would feel that physical connection they shared. That they’d always shared, and even before the kiss on Monday, it had still been there.
She wanted to feel it herself, that buzz of awareness that swept through her whenever they were close, and she wanted Sutton to feel it, too. It was instinctive, this innate part of her that knew how much of an effect she could have and how much sway it had over both herself and Sutton.
The kiss was evidence enough of that.
But—no.
She wasn’t doing that. Charlotte was not relying on the physical with Sutton. That was what she had done before.
Charlotte had to figure out her game plan for romance now.
So she crossed her arms over her chest and leaned back to sit on the edge of her desk. “I apologize for the kiss and any other feelings it inspired throughout this past week to have caused any sort of avoidance. It wasn’t my intention when I arrived at your home on Monday.”
Also true.
Was she upset about it? Of course not. The opposite, really.
But she’d just – she’d just wanted to move things forward between them. She didn’t want to waste this opportunity of Sutton returning to her life only to have it wither into truly nothing more than a professional acquaintance.
Sutton’s eyebrows drew down, and Charlotte could really see all of the fight that had been bolstering her the whole way here drain out of her.
Her body language read as fidgety but no longer upset as she intertwined her fingers in front of her. Charlotte would count that as a win.
“I, um, accept your apology,” Sutton spoke, her voice quiet. She bit her lip, seeming unsure of her next move.
The closer Charlotte looked, the odder Sutton seemed. Her mannerism storming into the office, her fidgeting now, the flush in her cheeks.
Odd, she thought again, studying her closely.
“I’m”—Sutton cleared her throat—“sorry about avoiding you. We are adults in a working relationship, and that was not professional. I—” She closed her eyes tightly. “I’m feeling out of my depth a little bit,” she admitted, her tone so vulnerable.
And even though Charlotte wanted to reach out so badly, she kept her hands pressed against her thighs. “Sutton, would you like to get dinner with me?”
Those blue eyes opened wide, blinking incredulously at Charlotte. “Excuse me?”
“Dinner?” Charlotte suggested, a small smile on her lips, even as her hopes rose at the unexpected invitation. “I assume, since you’re here, that Lucy is with her other mother. For the night.”
“What…” Sutton seemed nonplussed, her eyebrows drawing together at Charlotte’s invitation. “What?”
“I’m not sure what.” Charlotte was already thinking of a few options. She could get them in essentially anywhere, and even though she hadn’t really tried to woo anyone in, well, ever, she knew which venues exuded romance. “Anything you’re in the mood for.”
Sutton shook her head before staring at Charlotte, eyebrows furrowed.
“I know a lovely bakery that sells lemon cakes.”
She always took notice of lemon cakes when she saw bakeries. Ever since Sutton. Even though she never ate them, it just happened. It was ingrained in her. Now it seemed it had a purpose.
Romance.
She could wipe the slate clean from that kiss and start over tonight. She could take Sutton out, and—
She had what it took. The thought struck her just then, in that moment.
She knew she had what it took for Sutton to want to be with her. Charlotte wasn’t necessarily certain what it was, but she knew she had it. It had worked before, somehow, without her even trying.
“No.” Sutton started pacing again, crossing her arms and then uncrossing them. “No, Charlotte, I don’t want to have dinner tonight. That’s not why I came here.” She took a deep breath and stopped her movements, coming to stand right in front of Charlotte. Only a foot or so away, closer than Charlotte had stood to her.
Charlotte quirked her eyebrow, setting her palms behind her on the desk as she looked up at Sutton, ignoring the way her pulse sped up just a bit as she did. “Yes, you came here to yell at me about sending you a gift basket.”
“I came here because…” Sutton stared at her, that cerulean gaze seeming to turn laser-intense, and Charlotte’s heart rate jumped with it.
And then her heart rate went through the roof as Sutton’s mouth descended to hers.
She hadn’t seen it coming. Her hands flexed in surprise against the papers on her desk they had landed on, as Sutton pressed forward. She hadn’t seen it coming.
She could have never seen it coming, the way Sutton was standing above her, Charlotte’s crossed legs bracketed between Sutton’s thighs while Sutton slid her hand into Charlotte’s hair and kissed her.
The kiss was nothing like a kiss she expected from Sutton Spencer. It was not soft or hesitant or coaxing or sweet. It wasn’t romancing Charlotte.
It was devouring her.
Sutton’s lips were hot and heady and demanding on her own, moving intently as Sutton’s tongue swept into her mouth, tasting her. They wordlessly demanded Charlotte keep up with her, and in spite of her utter shock, she did.
She gasped and groaned in succession, shock and want coursing through her. One of her hands came up to clutch at Sutton’s waist, and she clenched her thighs together as the desire pulsed through her.
Only Sutton could give her that reaction, she thought dimly, as her blood rushed through her. She’d been with women in the last ten years, of course she had, but it had always been discreetly agreed-upon, quiet affairs, and somehow, the wanting reflected that. Physically, sure, she’d wanted the women. They’d always been beautiful.
But it was nothing—nothing—like the need that pumped through her right now.
Sutton backed up her body just enough to keep their mouths connected and still draw her hands down to Charlotte’s legs. Crossed as tightly as they were, when she felt Sutton’s hands on her, the long fingers burning through the thin layer of her skirt, she let them fall open.
A moan tore from the back of her throat as she felt Sutton’s fingertips on her bare knees, moving up her thighs. Charlotte’s head absolutely spun.
What was happening?
Sutton moaned against her lips in response, and Charlotte swallowed the sound, greedy for more.
Sutton’s lips fell from hers and trailed down to her neck, and Charlotte didn’t need to be urged or encouraged in the least for her head to fall back, baring as much of her throat as she could for her.
She wanted it. She wanted to feel Sutton’s lips on her skin so badly. She felt like she’d been starving for it, for years.
And she had been, she thought vaguely, digging her fingers into Sutton’s hip now before slipping under her shirt with the hand she didn’t have braced against the desk.
Charlotte had longed to touch Sutton’s soft, heated skin for as long as she hadn’t been allowed to. She had wanted to feel the way Sutton’s pink lips would press against the base of her throat in that way she did—the way she was doing now—since the last time it had happened.
She wouldn’t deny it to herself, even as confusion swirled through her.
Because…
“What is happening?” she whispered, her voice breathy and hoarse already as she stared up at the ceiling of her office.
“You drive me crazy with wanting you,” Sutton answered, her own voice so sweet and needy, sounding confused herself. “You always have, and then you kiss me, and I just—want.”
And then Sutton’s mouth was on hers again as Sutton’s hands slid Charlotte’s skirt up her thighs even farther.
For a moment, Charlotte could only think about how different Sutton was than the Sutton she’d experienced twelve years ago. The cute, stumbling, awkward graduate student would have never taken the initiative to walk into Charlotte’s office, push her down on the desk, and kiss her within an inch of her life while trailing her fingers up and down Charlotte’s thighs.
Charlotte wouldn’t have complained then, and she certainly wasn’t now.
She’d seen it in Sutton, in moments. At her grandmother’s party, in the museum. There were flickers of all Sutton wanted deep inside, in a place she herself may have not even known, glimpses of who she would become as a lover.
But she hadn’t been there just yet, then.
And it would be a lie to say that the thought didn’t echo through Charlotte’s mind: She hadn’t gotten to see this part of Sutton blossom. Someone else had.
Then Sutton’s fingers brushed over Charlotte’s underwear, and she knew even before Sutton moaned how fucking wet she was.
She couldn’t not be.
Not with Sutton’s lips on hers, tugging Charlotte’s bottom lip between them. Nibbling, then releasing, and swiping over with her tongue.
“Fuck,” she groaned as Sutton rubbed her through her underwear, even firmer.
“You drive me insane with wanting you, and you kissed me, and I— I—” Sutton whispered against Charlotte’s kiss-swollen and sensitive lips, her fingers toying with her, still, before pausing.
Waiting.
Charlotte didn’t have to be asked. She didn’t need to think twice. She didn’t need to consider that they were in her office, that there was a chance there was still straggling staffers here.
“Touch me.” The urgency in her voice slid through her veins as she dug her nails right into Sutton’s soft skin. “Touch me, Sutton.”
Sutton pulled her panties to the side, sliding her fingers over Charlotte’s entrance, and they both groaned.
Charlotte tilted her fingertips, panting against Sutton’s lips as she dragged her own fingers down into the waist of Sutton’s jeans, curling them into the material. “Touch. Me.”
She needed it. She hadn’t even known how badly she’d needed it before this moment, but she did. Desperately.
Charlotte hadn’t expected the shocked cry from her own throat and barely managed to cut herself off as Sutton slid two fingers inside of her.
Yes. This. Yes.
She found herself chanting it, “Yes, Sutton. Yes,” as Sutton started moving inside of her. Charlotte’s thighs tightened around Sutton’s as the pleasure inside of her mounted.
Sutton’s free hand slid to the back of Charlotte’s head, holding her right there, against her, as Charlotte made a concentrated effort to quiet herself. She made another concentrated effort to keep her eyes open and on Sutton, biting her lip to cut off the groans escaping her as she stared into the bright blue eyes that were so locked on her own.
She wondered if Sutton knew she didn’t have to hold Charlotte so close; she would make the effort to ensure she didn’t move away from Sutton at all.
She couldn’t help herself.
As she moved her hips, fucking herself even harder against Sutton’s hand, closer and closer to the edge, she undid Sutton’s jeans with deft fingers.
She had to touch her, too. Had to.
She moaned, loudly, unable to stop, as she felt how fucking wet Sutton was.
Sutton’s warm breath washed over Charlotte’s lips as she whimpered, and Charlotte was so close. She just— She needed—
She slid her hand down, feeling how hard Sutton’s clit was, how she dripped over her fingers.
Sutton’s choked cry as she pressed herself harder into Charlotte was— It was—
“Sutton, god, I’m—” It was all she could say before she felt her orgasm wash over her, the release of it stunning her into silence.
Her mouth fell open in a soundless cry. She shuddered at the pleasure coursing through her body, and she couldn’t stop. Couldn’t stop moving her hips, pressing into Sutton’s fingers, arching into the touch to draw out every sensation before Sutton gently withdrew.
Sutton whined, deep in her throat, rubbing herself against Charlotte, and she was still dazed from coming, but she managed to move her fingers against Sutton, faster, faster, and—
And then Sutton froze above her, trembling, her hand fisting in Charlotte’s hair as she stared into her eyes, and Charlotte felt that look in that dark blue gaze move through her.
This moment, the way Sutton felt clenching around her fingers as her hot, erratic breaths washed over Charlotte’s lips… she’d never been so caught up in another person in her entire life. Yes, she’d been with women since Sutton, but not even the best nights she’d experienced with different women felt half as good as this hurried, intense moment with Sutton Spencer.
With every quake that rocked through Sutton’s body, Charlotte felt more and more intoxicated by her pleasure. This was it. It was everything.
When Sutton’s breath became a little more regulated, more normal, and her forehead fell into Charlotte’s shoulder, she finally was able to take a deep breath.
She slid her hand out of Sutton’s pants, settling it on her hip, as she felt Sutton’s heart racing. She knew hers was, too.
“Darling, I—”
Charlotte didn’t know what she did.
But in that moment, she could feel Sutton stiffen, moments before she jerked away.
Wide, blue eyes stared at Charlotte, who was still leaning back, shamelessly, on her desk, thoroughly fucked. Even though Sutton had been the instigator, she blushed. And, damn, Charlotte adored that, even as confusion crashed down over her.
“I—” Sutton began. “Sorry, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t—”
“Sutton, it’s okay.” It was more than okay—
“No! It wasn’t! Not okay! Nope,” Sutton seemed to be muttering to herself more than Charlotte as she backed away, quickly zipping up her fly. “I have to go. I…” She stared, wide-eyed, at Charlotte for a long moment before turning around and fleeing.
Charlotte could only stare, her heart pounding in her chest while utter bafflement mixed with satisfaction in her mind.
What in the hell was that?
CHAPTER SIX
What the hell had she done?
It was really all Sutton had been able to think since the previous night.
She was Sutton Spencer. She didn’t do those kinds of things! She didn’t just walk into Charlotte Thompson’s office and—and… have her way with her.
And yet she had. She’d walked right into Senator Charlotte Thompson’s office, pushed her against the desk, and fucked her. There was no other way to say it. And then—or, at the same time?—Charlotte had made her come.
It was all she was able to see in her mind’s eye. Not even just when she closed her eyes and thought about it, but constantly. The way Charlotte had moved against her, the heat in her eyes, the way she’d sounded as she’d moved against Sutton’s hand. The way she’d felt.
