What the—
My head swivels and my gaze lands on Carson, who sleeps soundly beside me.
I...
Oh.
How could I have forgotten—even in slumber—the way he barged into my room yesterday evening and yanked me into his arms, kissing me until I wanted to melt into a puddle of wax at his feet? My fingers drift to my lips in silent confirmation before feathering over them. They’re still swollen from the ardent attention he showered on me. It’s as if now that the flood gates have been opened, there’s no way to slow the spigot. Not that I’d want to. We spent most of the night making out before eventually falling asleep in each other’s arms during the wee hours of the morning.
Have I ever been kissed quite so thoroughly?
What am I saying?
Of course I haven’t.
I fill my lungs with air and squeeze my eyelids tightly closed, reliving every delicious moment we spent together. We didn’t do anything more than kiss and cuddle, but it had been amazing. Better than anything my fantasies could have conjured up.
“Morning,” a deep voice growls, breaking into the whirl of my thoughts.
My eyelids fly open, only to find Carson’s head turned, gaze locked on mine. That’s all it takes for need to spark to life deep inside my core. He looks sleepy and delightfully disheveled. It’s tempting to run my fingers through his hair.
I’ve become so used to resisting the urge that it takes a moment to realize I no longer have to hold myself in check. Almost hesitantly, I reach out and brush the thick strands away from his eyes. Instead of drawing away, my fingers glide over his sculpted cheekbone before drifting across a strong jaw and shadowed chin. The entire time I touch him, learning his features, his gaze stays pinned to mine.
My attention drops to his lips as I stroke my forefinger over the pillowy softness. His lower one is full and generous. A groan rumbles up from him as his teeth close around my finger before gently biting down. My surprised gaze snaps to his, and my breath catches at the dark look swirling through his eyes.
Before I can decide on my next move, he pounces, and I find myself flat on my back with a heated-up looking Carson looming over me. His hard body is stretched out on top of mine. His forearms press into the mattress next to my shoulders, effectively caging me in. Not that escape is even a thought in my head. His thick erection is nestled against the juncture between my thighs. All that separates us is a thin scrap of panties and the cotton of his boxers. My heartbeat thumps against my ribcage, echoing hollowly in my ears.
He watches me closely as he thrusts against my core. The gentle rocking motion sends a thousand shivers cascading through my body, lighting me up from the inside out.
“Are there any regrets swimming around behind those dark eyes?”
Regrets?
I shake my head. “Not a single one.”
He flexes his hips and pleasure continues to build inside me.
“Good.”
I gasp as need dampens my panties.
“You have no idea how much I want you. How much I’ve always wanted you. Now that you’ve unleashed the beast, there’s no way to rein him back in again. He’s out there, Elle.”
My hands drift to the sides of his face, cupping each scruffy cheek in my palms. “I wouldn’t have it any other way. You’re the only one I’ve ever wanted. Don’t you realize it’s always been you?”
A softness enters his eyes, overtaking the heat of the moment.
Not in a million years did I ever think that Carson Roberts would look at me like I’m the only girl on the face of the planet. It almost feels too good to be true. I’m afraid the alarm on my phone will go off and I’ll wake with a start before realizing this was nothing more than a sexy dream.
The need to prove this is really happening thrums through me as I pull his face to mine. He braces himself on his elbows as his tongue dances across my lips. A whimper escapes as he continues to tease. Round and round his tongue licks, edging my mouth until I want to scream as need builds inside me.
“Do you like that?”
Barely am I able to groan out a response.
“Give me your tongue,” he demands.
Almost hesitantly, it peeks out from between my lips. Instead of drawing it into his mouth, he licks at me. His head slants one way before angling the other, driving me to distraction, stroking and caressing my flesh until I’m on the verge of exploding. Just when I don’t think I can stand another moment, he draws my tongue into his mouth until our lips are fused together. It takes a moment to realize that his cock is thrusting against me, mimicking the steady rhythm of his tongue.