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“Then I want my mouth on your body. On a certain part of your body.” She tightens her grip on my cock. “How is that?”
My cock throbs with the suggestion, but that’s not where I want to be with her tonight. I roll her to her stomach and settle over the top of her. “I’m making love to you, Carrie. I need you to know we’re more than fucking.”
“I do,” she whispers.
“No,” I say. “You hope we are.” I caress down her shoulders, goosebumps lifting on her arms and I love that she responds this way to me. “You don’t know that we are, but you will. You don’t really know what you do to me or what you are to me, Carrie.” I kiss her shoulder and scrape my teeth over the delicate flesh, my tongue laving the offended skin.
I move to the other shoulder and repeat, my hands sliding underneath her to cup her breasts as I kiss a path down her spine, and then slowly caress her sides until my hands are on her hips, my lips finding the small of her back. I slide my hands under her waistband and slowly drag down her pants until that beautiful bare backside of hers is exposed. That’s enough to make me impatient and I scrape my teeth over her backside. She makes a soft, sexy sound and arches her hips. I press my hand on her lower back again and then order, “Don’t move,” before I release her and pull her sweats all the way down, lifting off of her long enough to finish undressing her and myself.
My hands come down on her ankles, caressing a path up her legs and I don’t stop until I’m slipping my fingers under her and stroking her sex, the wet slick heat beneath my touch telling me how ready she is for me. My hand goes to her belly, lifting her hips to slip a finger inside her and then lean in to lick her. She looks over her shoulder at me. “Come here. Please.”
“Not yet,” I say.
“Reid. I want to touch you.”
I lick her once more and then slide up her body, settling on my side and rolling her to me, lifting her leg to my hip. My hand on her face, my cock nestled in that wet heat where I was just licking her. I brush my lips over hers. “Is this what you want?”
“Yes. This is what I want.”
I kiss her, or maybe she kisses me. Our lips collide and our tongues lick and stroke in a seductive dance that has me rubbing my cock along the seam of her body, and then pressing into her. She gasps another soft, sexy sound that has me driving into her fully, my hand cupping her beautiful backside to find that deeper spot we both want. That’s all it takes. I am now in that place of need that has me deepening our kiss and pulling back to thrust into her. She moans and arches into me, and there is this wildness between us that isn’t fucking. It’s about needing and wanting on an entirely different level. We are trying to crawl underneath each other’s skin, to be one in some indiscernible way and it’s all fire and heat, passion and yes, lust, on a whole new level.
I press my cheek to hers, my lips at her ear, my hand on her breast. “Do you feel how much I missed you now?” I thrust hard.
She pants. “Show me again.”
I smile, when I never fucking smile, and damn sure not during sex. I thrust again. “How’s that?”
“Again,” she breathes out and I swallow the sound that follows, licking into her mouth as she arches into me and then stiffens. A moment later, she’s spasming around my cock, and that’s my undoing. I pump into her harder, and there is a tight spasm in my balls, and then holy hell, I’m groaning with the way she milks me into complete, utter oblivion. We collapse together, holding on to each other, our breathing softening, slowing.
I stroke hair from her face and drag her gaze to mine. “You really do rock my world, woman.”
“Yeah well, you’re not so bad yourself.”
I press my forehead to hers. “I hate this, baby, but we should talk a little more before morning.”
“Do we really have to?”
“Yes. We do.” I reach over her and grab her a tissue and press it between her legs before I pull out. “Where’s your robe? I can’t focus when you’re naked.”
“I’ll get it. I need to go to the bathroom anyway because you know, that’s what us girls do after sex. We pee.”
I laugh. “Is that right?”
“Yes. That’s right.” She rolls away from me or tries.
I catch her and kiss her. “I have no confession to make. It’s nothing like that. Just a few details about my trip you need to know.”
“I didn’t think you were making a confession.” She caresses my cheek and then rolls away before standing up and walking toward the bathroom.
I’m momentarily distracted by her naked body but that comment that she didn’t think I was going to make a confession doesn’t sit right. I don’t know if it’s about trust or something else. I stand up and pull on my sweats, sans the underwear, since I don’t plan to stay dressed. Carrie exits the bathroom in a knee-length silk robe with her nipples distractingly puckered beneath the silk.
“What are we doing, Reid?”
I close the space between us and link our fingers. “Making sure what happened at my sister’s house doesn’t happen again by getting everything on the table before someone else does it for us.”
“If this isn’t a confession, why I do feel dread in my stomach?”
“Because it’s not all good, baby.” I lead her to the bed and sit us down. “I now know why our parents hate each other, and I know what your father is doing in Montana. Which do you want first?”
