The hands she’d fisted against my shoulders relaxed, just a little. “Promise?”
I turned my head and kissed her knuckles. “Cross my heart.”
When her hands fell to the curved back of the couch, I nuzzled her belly and then kissed my way down to the place I’d wanted to be from the moment I first met her.
I took my time. Kissed the insides of her thighs, lightly kissed the sensitive skin between her legs. When I took my first tentative lick, she whimpered. I smiled. Damn every other man she’d been with who hadn’t done this for her.
Screwing two fingers in and out of the slick wet heat, I listened as she gasped and whimpered. She lifted her hips beseechingly, and then cried out when I blew a puff of air against her clitoris.
Damn, she was responsive. This time, I flicked my tongue across her clit.
She climaxed, hard and fast.
It should have made me feel like the biggest damn man on the planet, making her come from something she said she didn’t like.
How could I feel humbled instead?
Why did the feel of her clutching me closer send a shudder through me?
Why did the sound of her voice breaking as she gasped out my name make me feel like I was going to break?
Emotions, too messy to think about, tried to well up inside me, and I shoved them all down.
Sex, bringing a woman pleasure, that was one thing I understood, something I was good at. So I focused on it and made her come again. She was salty against my tongue as I licked and nuzzled her, dipping inside her. Used my teeth on her clitoris, tugging on her gently until she was so sensitive, even the lightest brush made her shiver.
Her hands slid from my shoulders and I crawled up her body, staring down into her flushed face. “You’re a liar, Miss Carly.” I drawled her name, reaching for my defensive sarcastic humor.
Her lashes barely fluttered. A weak smiled curled her lips as she murmured, “Um?”
I kissed the corner of her mouth. “You said you didn’t like it. I’ve got scratches all up and down my back that say otherwise.”
Carly curled her arms around my back and brushed her lips across mine.
I was prepared for her to turn away as soon as she realized why my mouth was wet. Not every woman liked to be kissed after a man had gone down on her. If she didn’t want me to kiss her, that was fine. But when I licked at the entrance to her mouth, she let me in with a sighing little hum.
After a moment, she started to rock against me, her nipples hard points against my chest. The only thing separated us now was a wish and a prayer and when she lifted her hips, either the wish or the prayer slid away.
Fuck. I had to stop us.
“Carly, I don’t have a rubber with me.”
She bit my lower lip. “Do you need one?”
I groaned and closed my eyes.
“Current medical opinion says yes.”
She arched against me again, and my eyes rolled into the back of my head. Slick, wet satin slid along my cock, and I clenched my hands in the cushions to keep from saying the hell with it and driving into her.
“I’m on the pill.” She pulled her head back, and in the dim light coming from the kitchen in the back of the house, she stared up at me. Her eyes were wide, dark.
I was staring into the face of temptation.
The face of seduction.
I was lost, found, and lost again.
Then she lifted a knee and pressed it to my hip.
“You’re clean.” She grinned at me, a grin that was all wicked heat and wild promises.
My surprise must’ve shown on my face because she looked slightly embarrassed as she continued.
“See, well, when you started working for me, you did a physical. There was blood work...and I’m nosy enough to check.”
Blood rushed up my cheeks. Maybe if it had been anybody else, I’d have been aggravated at the invasion of my privacy. The physical had been for insurance reasons, not to make sure I was clean for sex. I knew I should’ve been aggravated, but something inside me was pleased that she’d wanted me enough to check.
Sliding one hand into her hair, I tangled my fingers in her curls. “You frequently check out the health status of your employees like that, Carly?” I whispered, pressing my mouth against her ear.
“No.” The word came out breathless. “Only for you. Are you going to yell at me?”
She did that thing with her hips again, and I swore.
Fuck it.
“Can we just pretend I was pissed?”
“Yes. And I’ll pretend I’m sorry. Now damn it, Bobby...I need–”
The rest of her words were lost in a wail as I thrust into her, hard, deep, not stopping until I was buried in the welcoming wet heat of her pussy. Even as her wail faded into a whimper, I flexed my hips and rocked, felt the knot of her clit. Her nails sank into my shoulders as I pulled out. I hissed at the sharp bite of pain. I drove back into her again, flexed and rocked.
She clenched down around me as I withdrew again, and I had to force myself past the tightening grip of her pussy. She shoved her hands into my hair and dragged my mouth down toward hers.
We were greedy, desperate, our bodies taking, needing...
I was fucking crazy to think I could live without her.
Everything else seemed to disappear. Nothing mattered but her body beneath mine, the wet glide of my cock inside her, the way she moaned as we drove each other straight into madness.
She orgasmed, and as she twisted and bucked beneath me, I turned my face into her hair and gave in to the primal need inside me. My entire body felt like it exploded as I emptied myself into her.
While we clung to each other, I mouth the words I knew I had to hide from her.
I love you.
In the moments that followed, I shifted on the couch and pulled her until she was cuddling with her back to my front. As we settled, I had to acknowledge the truth of it. I didn’t think I could just walk away. I’d leave if I had to. If I knew there was no other way. But until I knew that was the only choice, leaving Carly Prince just wasn’t an option.
I’d only been half-alive before I met her.
Leaving her would probably be the end of me.
Chapter 15
If I’d been smart, I would’ve gotten up in the middle of the night and done something about the boxes and suitcases, especially since I’d come to the brilliant revelation that I was a dumbass. I wouldn’t have been able to unpack completely, but I could’ve at least gotten things out of sight and avoided a whole mess of issues.
But I wasn’t smart. Not even a little bit.
And my wake-up call didn’t help my brain function at all.
I went from semi-erect to dying in the blink of an eye as the wet heat of Carly’s mouth closed around my cock. Within seconds, I was awake and gasping for air. I opened my eyes to see her dragging her head back up, taking her time circling the tip of her tongue around the crown of my throbbing cock.
She stopped long enough to shoot me an impish grin, and then she returned to the business at hand. When she slid her way back down, I closed my eyes and grabbed the cushion beneath me. This was one morning I had no intention of rushing.
***
We moved from the couch to the shower, and while I was done far sooner than she was, I still wasn’t fast enough. She walked in while I was still scrambling to shove boxes and shit into the closet.
“What’s...?”
She stopped in the middle of the floor, the words dying in her throat as she took in the empty suitcases. I could only watch as everything fell apart. Her gaze slid to me and I readied myself to see anything there – pain, surprise, shock, anger.
I saw nothing.
“You’re leaving.” The words were flat, emotionless.