Funny. Just days ago I was considering leaving Bayfield. Now? You’d have to drag me kicking and screaming away from Austin. Is it smart or plain stupid to put my plans on a guy?
“Where did you go before?” he asks.
“Colorado State University. I was here at home during spring break, and that’s when…” I clear my throat. “That’s when I was abducted from the bathroom in Millie’s Diner.”
“Oh, baby…”
I draw in a breath. “It’s okay. It was two years ago now since I was rescued. I’ve been through a year of intensive therapy and I still see a doctor once or twice a month. I’m good, Austin. But I need to work. It helps.”
He kicks the sedan back into gear. “Then back to work you’ll go.”
I cover one of his hands with my own. “Yes. That’s what I want, but…you know what I want even more?”
He lifts his eyebrows. “What?”
“You.”
“Oh baby,” he groans, “those are fighting words.”
“Definitely not right here in front of City Hall. But if you’re leaving tonight,” I say, biting my lip, “I want to be with you before you go.”
“What about your job?” He waggles his eyebrows.
“Lexie will understand.”
Yeah, she sure will. I owe it to women everywhere to be with a guy as amazing—and skilled—as Austin Bridger. I’ll be a little late. And a little blissed out.
We sneak back into the house without Miles or Chance seeing us, and as soon as we are back in Austin’s room, the door closed and locked behind us, he pushes me against the wall, his hands holding my arms above my head.
“Okay?” he asks.
“Don’t stop,” I shift in his hold.
He crushes his mouth to mine. The kiss is firm, open-mouthed, and drugging, and I melt into it, embracing Austin’s strength. Needing it. Craving it.
Our lips slide together, our tongues tangle, and our teeth clash, and my God…
It’s so raw in its intensity, and I squirm, attempting to ease the ache between my legs. I’m already so worked up and we’ve only kissed.
I’m still sore from last night. A good burning sore, and I want more. I want him to burn through me like fire. Especially if he’s leaving.
I yearn to grab his bulge, cup him, but he’s holding my arms above my head. I try to wrangle free but he groans into my mouth and then breaks the kiss.
“Bad girl,” he says huskily.
God, that lights me up. I’ve always been a good girl, doing what I’m supposed to. Those two words are a kink I didn’t even know I’d like.
“Please,” I whimper. “I want to touch you, Austin.”
“Oh, you will, baby. We will touch every inch of each other, but damn. I have to have you. Like this. Up against the wall. This one’s going to be fast.”
He finally lets my arms go, but when I reach to cup him, he moves away. “So greedy.”
He strips in record time. His huge cock bobs against his belly, long and thick. I didn’t see much of him the night before, but now, in daylight, he’s impressive.
Oh God. My pussy is throbbing. Aching and clenching in need.
“Take off your shoes, Carly. Then your jeans. Then your panties. Fuck, take it all off. I want you naked. I want those gorgeous tits free.”