Engaging the Bachelor (Pulse) (5 page)

“You don’t think you made it good?” She blinked. How could he think that? He’d been so sweet and giving, a boy with hands more skilled and generous than either of the grown men she’d been with since. “Carson, it might have been my first time, but…” she stopped herself before she admitted too much. “It was good for me. Believe me when I tell you that.”

“No. It wasn’t. But tonight I’m going to show you what good really is, Gemma.”

Her legs wobbled, and she braced herself. He was wrong, of course. The sex had been good, but if he came at her with those deft doctor’s hands, combined with every talent he’d developed over the last decade, it could very well take another ten years, and then some, to get her head back on straight.

Moonlight filtered in through the small window and fell over him. His eyes glistened as he looked his fill, his gaze like a hot caress—intimate, soft, full of urgent need. The tightness in her throat made it hard to swallow. No man had ever looked at her like that before. If she wasn’t careful, she could develop deeper feelings for him.
It’s just sex, Gemma. Good sex. Nothing more. Nothing less.

His fingers went to his wet pants, and he popped the button. The zipper hissed in the silence, and her attention dropped to the hard bulge straining against his boxers. He shoved his pants down, and kicked them away. Damn, he had a beautiful body.

Driven by a need to touch him, she put her hands on his chest and his strong heartbeat pounded against her palm. She squeezed his rippling muscles, and he sucked in a sharp breath. It cut through the silence and fell over her body like a wave of lust. Eager to feel all of him, her hands slid over his stomach, going lower to press against his steel erection.

She traced the length of him with her finger, and his breathing changed. “I want to see you, too,” she murmured.

“You will.” One step brought him closer, and he placed his hands on her hips. Big fingers tugged at her panties. “But I need these off first, Gemma. I need to see every inch of you naked before we go any further.” She nodded and reached for her panties but he stopped her. “Let me.”

He tugged them from her hips, his movements so excruciating slow, the sweet torture so painfully intense, she was seconds from climbing into his arms and begging him to just fuck her already. The tip of his thumb brushed her clit as he sank to his knees and dragged the scrap of lace down. Her sex rippled with want, and she pushed against him, but one big hand gripped her hip to hold her in place.

“Stay still,” he commanded in a soft voice. “Just stand there. I need to look and touch, and I don’t want you to move while I do it.”

She wasn’t sure what turned her on more, moving against his thumb or having him restrain her while he took her all in. Both came with their own pleasure. Flames surged inside her, her internal temperature rising as she took deep, gulping breaths. The lace tickled her inner thighs as he slowly, methodically, stripped her of her panties. Once he had her completely bared, he slid his hands up her thighs, coming perilously close to the spot that craved his touch. Her breath caught, and her composure wavered as he reintroduced himself to her, so painstakingly slow that if he didn’t touch her soon, she was going to go up in a burst of flames. He breathed her in, tasted her skin, then withdrew his tongue.

“More,” she whispered.

His body shifted, his eyes going to hers. “You need this, Gemma. Don’t you?”

Silence stretched for a moment.
Don’t admit to anything
. She repeated the mantra, but when he started to inch back, panic invaded. “Yes,” she answered quickly. She cupped his head, urging him to continue.

“Tell me you need it as much as I do.” His hoarse voice stroked her in spots so deep she could have climaxed simply from listening to him.

“I need it, Carson. As much as you do,” she admitted. The bone deep want inside her wouldn’t allow her to lie.

“Good.” With renewed purpose, he turned his attention to her body. Taking full possession, he stroked her with his warm tongue, leaving a wet path as he trailed it lower. His mouth found her heat, and with one little lick, he shattered her so completely she feared she might give away a piece of herself, something she wasn’t offering and he wasn’t asking for.

“Carson,” she murmured, damn near frantic for him to do something, anything, before she melted at his feet.

His tongue left her sex, and he glanced up at her. “Yeah, say it just like that.”

“Carson,” she said again, all but yelling at him to get back to doing what he was so clearly good at. She’d call his name out like a broken record for the rest of the night if that was what it would take. His mouth found her sex again, and she let loose a loud moan of approval. “Yes, Carson, that’s so good.” He rewarded her with a slow, sensuous pass over her clit. As he tasted her with skilled precision, she knew without question that the boy had grown into a man, and had perfected his performance over the years.

Breathless, she combed her fingers through his hair and held his mouth to her sex, her legs barely keeping her upright. A soft lick, followed by a hard stroke, deepened her desire. One finger slipped inside her, and she grew slicker.

She fought the urge to squirm as he took possession of her body and greedily drew her clit into his mouth. Her lashes fell shut against the pleasure. So much pleasure.

“Just like that,” she said, her voice a breathless whisper. Not that he needed instructions. He knew just how to touch her body and take her to the precipice in record time.

One thick finger pressed deeply, sending her higher and higher, and with the second, he applied a bit more pressure to the hot bundle of nerves inside her. She exhaled the last bit of air in her lungs and tumbled into an orgasm.

“Oh, yes…” she cried out, all composure gone. Her muscles clenched, and she concentrated on the points of pleasure, riding each delicious wave as it crashed over her with crushing pressure.

He stayed between her trembling legs, stroking her gently, then tilted his head back and looked up at her, a sexy grin on his face. He slid up her body, and she breathed in his clean scent. His arms circled her waist, and she sagged against him, craving the sensation of his skin against hers. The rapid-fire beat of his strong heart against her cheek told her just how much he wanted her, just how close his patience was to an end.

With a quick flick of her tongue, she dampened her lips and pressed them to his body, feeling a desperate need to see him come undone. The saltiness of his skin aroused her all over again. She tasted him, savored his flavor on her tongue as she reveled in his warmth. His cock throbbed against her stomach, and she wiggled, teasing and tormenting him. A groan rose from the depths of his throat, and she slowed her seduction even more. Two could play his game. His muscles bunched and relaxed again as she pressed her lips to his body and indulged for an extra moment.

“Fuck,” he cursed, his hands tangling in her hair. Oh yeah, she was definitely whittling away his control. Ever so slowly, she slid her fingers down his chest, riding the hills and valleys along his solid six-pack, until she came to his oblique muscles, her second favorite part of a man, the first, of course, being the hands. Heat radiated from his body, his pleasure resonating through her as she caressed lightly, letting the muscles guide her hands to his rock hard cock. She cupped him through his shorts, a little squeeze that sent a quiver of anticipation racing through her. He thrust into her palm, once, twice, then she gripped the band on his boxers and tugged them to his thighs, setting his beautiful cock free. It sprang forward, clamoring for her attention, and she settled herself on her knees.

A flick of her tongue over his crown sent his hips into motion. He jerked forward, and she angled her head. His cock slid along her tongue as she gripped the base, and his breath came in a low rush. God, he tasted so good. Adjusting her hands, she cupped his balls, and they retreated in toward his body. She gave a needy, not quite satisfied sigh, and poised his crown at her mouth.

“Gemma,” he protested, a silent plea to either stop what she was doing or finish what she’d started. She couldn’t be sure. One thing she did know, she wasn’t ready to be done with him, and that scared her a little. Okay, a lot. She closed her mouth around him and took him to the back of her throat. He swelled against her tongue, and she moved her head back and forth, repeating the motion until the heat they were creating enveloped her and shot her internal temperature up a million degrees.

He gripped her shoulders. “Gemma,” he said again, his raspy voice sending a barrage of erotic sensations through her. She angled her chin upward and eyes full of lust met hers. The muscles along his jaw rippled, and he growled, “I need to be inside you.”

The hungry way he looked at her nearly stopped her heart. His cock slid from her mouth, and, since words were beyond her, she nodded. He pulled her to her feet in a quick, none too gentle tug. Damn, he could be pretty demanding when he wanted to be. Not that she was complaining. She was used to being in control, but this take-charge side of him seriously weakened her knees. Normally she wouldn’t like that, but with Carson, she liked everything.

One strong hand slid around her waist and pulled her against him as he backed her up. She forced her legs to move until she found herself in front of the sofa. He nudged her with his hips, but she locked her knees and shook her head, wanting to do it on the floor, like the first time.

“Don’t move,” he said, as understanding lit his eyes.

He stepped away, and she instantly missed his heat. Her flesh chilled, and she wrapped her arms around herself, her eyes never leaving his hard body. She stared in frank appreciation of his streamlined muscles as he grabbed an armful of towels and laid them out on the floor. Her heart wobbled a bit, touched by his thoughtfulness, and a smile played on her lips. He grabbed a condom from his pants and turned back to her.

“What?” he asked, his eyes dropping to her upturned lips.

“Ten years ago, you made a bed with our clothes,” she said. Why did he have to be so sweet and thoughtful?
Damn girl, this is a dangerous game you’re playing.

His lopsided grin made him look boyish, adorable, and suddenly she was once again staring at the hot teen from their youth. He cocked a brow. “I’m beginning to believe you remember more than you’re letting on.”

“Maybe some things are coming back to me.”

He crooked his finger. “Come here.”

Two steps on shaky legs took her to him, and he went down on his knees, dragging her with him. He fell over her, his hard body gloriously heavy on hers as he pinned her, caging her beneath his chest as if he feared she might flee him again. And she would, eventually.

His cock pressed against her stomach, and she writhed. He sucked in a hard breath and cursed. “You might want to stop that.”

“This?” She moved against him, wanting to make him as crazed as he made her.

“Keep it up, and I’ll flip you over and take you hard and fast.” She wiggled again, liking the idea of that. “Fuck, Gemma.”

She arched into him, and with a little more urgency he took full possession of her breasts, greedily drawing one peak and then the other into his mouth. His teeth scraped skin, and she moaned at the intoxicating mix of pleasure and pain. She dragged her nails over his back, and his teeth clamped down a little harder. The pleasure raced down her body and settled between her legs.

“Yes,” she cried out.

“Gemma.” He pushed his cock against her and tore into the condom with a savagery she’d never seen before. His glance met hers, the dark desire a clear indication that he was losing the battle to go slow. “I need to fuck you so bad.”

He slid the condom on and flattened himself along the length of her. Lost in him, mindless to anything except what they were about to do, she widened her legs in invitation. As she offered herself up to him, he settled between her thighs.

He brushed his shaft over her sex, rubbing it from top to bottom and stimulating her clit before sliding in an inch. Her eyes practically rolled back in her head, her entire body trembling with need. Sexual heat flooded her, and she took a breath and held it, waiting for more, waiting for him to make her feel so gloriously full. He stilled inside her, grabbed both of her hands in one of his and held them over her head. She moved, writhed, anything to push him in deeper, but he angled his body and used his other hand to press down on her hip, totally immobilizing her.

What the hell?

She needed to move, to rock against him, to have another orgasm, for God’s sake. “Carson,” she murmured. What was this, some kind of cruel revenge for running out on him? “More…”

Directing the speed and depth, he gave her one more beautiful inch, and she wanted to claw at him, force the rest of him inside.

He splayed his fingers over her stomach. “Is this what you want?”

“Yes,” she cried out.

“Does that feel good?”

Tension grew, and if he didn’t have her hands pinned above her head, she’d rub her clit, bring herself there. That’d show him.

“Are you going to run again?”

He rocked forward, only to pull back, a taste of what he could give her. And, oh, how she needed him to give it to her. Repeatedly.

Flustered and delirious with need she said, “Please.”

“Answer the question, Gemma, and I’ll give you what you want.”

“Carson,” she growled. “I need more.”

He offered another inch, and a noise rose from her, half cry, half moan. God, it felt so good, too good. What was it that made her body respond to him in a way it had never responded to another?

“Well, are you?” he pressed. “Are you going to run out on me again?

“No,” she lied.

A laugh rumbled in his throat. “You’d say anything right now, wouldn’t you? Just to feel my cock in you?”

“Yes…no…” She took a deep gulping breath. “I don’t know.” When they were done, she was going to damn well kill him. Better yet, she’d sick Gracie on him and let her finish the job. “Carson, please. I need you to fuck me.”

“Are you going to run?”