Page 1 of Sanctuary
“Thanks for dinner.”
“Thanks for coming with me.”
“It was kind of my first date,” I admit. “Oh, not that this is a date or anything. We’re working together. I mean, I, ah, just—” Carson turns me toward him, his mouth coming down on mine, silencing me.
I melt into him, tilting my head back, desperate for more. He flicks his tongue across my bottom lip. I part my lips for him. He tastes so damn good, with a lingering hint of wine. I never imagined kissing could feel like this. That it would make you feel so connected to a person.
Carson teases me, flicking his tongue before drawing my bottom lip into his mouth. My sex grows slick and starts to throb in time with my pulse. Carson grabs my hips, pulling me snuggly into him. I don’t miss how hard his cock feels against me. Which does nothing to help the ache between my thighs.
“I’m getting a lot of your firsts,” he says against my lips. I tilt my mouth back up, hoping to kiss him more.
“We need to get inside.” I let out a small gasp, trying to step back, but Carson doesn't release his hold on my hips. I had completely forgotten we were on the sidewalk with people walking by. I should probably be embarrassed, but I’m too turned on to really care. It’s snowing again, but I’m not cold. Not when he has his arms around me. “Come on.” He hurries us into the building.
The second we’re in the elevator Carson is kissing me again. I’m not sure how we make it inside his place, but at some point, my feet leave the ground. I wrap them around his waist.
“I want my dessert now.”
My back hits a soft mattress, Carson coming down over me.
“What?” I try to catch my breath. “You want to eat?” Heck, I don’t even know what happened to the damn to-go bag. And how can he even be thinking about food? I can’t concentrate on anything else but what’s going on between us.
“You, babe. I want to fucking eat you.”
“Oh.” I snort a laugh. “Right.”
“So fucking cute,” he mutters before he’s kissing me again.
Carson’s mouth leaves mine to travel down my jaw and then to the column of my neck. His hands push my dress up as he moves farther down my body until it’s bunched up around my waist.
“It was laundry day,” I blurt out when I realize which panties I have on. Oh my God! Why didn’t I change them?
“What?” Now he’s the one that’s confused.
“My panties.” I can’t even meet his eyes. “They were on sale.” Why am I still talking? I should probably be quiet, but I can’t seem to stop myself. I mean he’s already seen them, there's nothing I can do about it now.
“Babe, I’d be disappointed if there weren’t little kittens on your panties.” He slips his fingers into the sides of them. “But I’d rather have you in nothing.” Carson pulls them down my legs, stuffing them into his pocket.
“Hey, why–” I shut the hell up when his mouth comes down on my sex in an open-mouth kiss. I let out a moan, my hips bucking, pressing my sex more into his mouth.
Carson pushes a finger into me as his tongue swirls around my clit, teasing it. He pumps his finger in and out of me, his mouthnever relenting. I feel so many different sensations at once that it’s both overwhelming and wonderful at the same time.
“Fuck, you’re tight.” He groans against my pussy. His eager tongue laps at my clit. I dig my fingers into the bedding, writhing. I gasp when he latches on, his lips sealed around that sensitive little nub. With every hard suck, it ramps up the pleasure and tension inside my body.
My hips move slightly with the thrust of his finger. Heat spreads through my body but centers where his mouth meets my skin. When Carson hooks his finger inside of me, I come hard on his tongue, crying out his name. Shudders of sweet pleasure roll through me.
“Best dessert I’ve ever had. Addicting. I need another taste.” Carson’s words bring me back down from my high. My body, which was exhausted moments ago, suddenly perks up.
I mean, who am I to deny anyone extra dessert?
15
CARSON
May sleeps soundly, her cheek on my chest, her breath tickling against my skin. I can still taste her, hear the way she moaned my name. Fuck, I’ve never wanted anyone like this. It’s a special sort of insanity. Running my fingers through her hair, I wonder at the soft strands, at the way everything about her is inviting. As if someone took everything I’ve ever dreamed of and wrapped it all up in a single person.
Maybe I’m losing my mind. I can’t explain it. There’s just something about this woman that has burrowed under my skin. Deeper than that. Maybe all the way to the heart of me. She’s like … my catnip. I groan inwardly at the punny thought.
Easing from beneath her, I tuck her in as she continues sleeping. I stand over her and stare for far longer than I should, then grab my phone and creep from the room. Outside, I find Mousey curled up in the center of the couch, her chin resting on her paws. Her eyes are only open to slits as she watches me.