When my bare chest brushes his, the tight buds of my ni**les dragging over his bare skin, he shudders and pulls away, releasing my hands and unwinding my legs from his waist.
Apparently done teasing, he undoes his belt with quick hands and pushes off his remaining clothes until he matches me. He pauses to grab protection from his bedside table, and then he’s back with me, his face hovering over mine, and his body still not close enough.
“You’re sure?” he asks.
I pause from drinking him in to look up into his eyes, and I know positively that I love him.
“Now that you mention it, I’m a little hungry. Maybe we should break for dinner.”
He kisses me again and lowers his body to cover my own.
“No more jokes for you,” he says.
I don’t even have a reply, too caught up in the feeling of having absolutely nothing between us. He’s like silk and steel against me, and the tip of him brushes the bundle of nerves at my center, tearing another moan from me. I close my eyes, and I want him so badly that I feel weak with it.
Another thrust, the length of him sliding through my folds driving me absolutely mad. He sinks inside me, and even though it’s not my first time, it feels like it is. Because this . . . this is in a whole other world from every other physical experience I’ve ever had.
It burns just a little as he stretches me, but that all disappears behind the myriad of other sensations. A small part of me didn’t believe that things could get better than they already were between us, but I was so very wrong. I can feel him everywhere, and each slow drag of his body against mine has me gasping.
I love you.
I think it over and over again as our bodies come together. He thrusts a little harder, bringing him as deep as he can go. One hand curls possessively around my breast as he grinds down into me. Fire is burning up my spine, and when he plucks at my nipple, I nearly scream.
As usual, I have no filter, so when he moves harder, faster, I cry out, “Oh, yes, that. Like that.”
His lips take mine in a hungry kiss, and he gives me what I want, his muscled body colliding deliciously with mine.
God, I love you, I think again.
Or maybe I say it out loud, because his lips brush over mine, and he replies, “I love you, too.”
And out of all the plans I’ve made for my life, falling in love was the one thing I didn’t envision, the only thing you can’t really plan for.
I don’t know what’s next, not for me or him.
All I know is that Carson McClain came into my life and disrupted absolutely everything, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.