Fearsome (36 page)

“Seventy million,” I whisper to myself.

Carson laughs softly into my hair.

We stay like that until we fall asleep.

Thirty-Six

The sun is pouring through the bedroom when I wake. I am wrapped under Carson’s thick arm, nestled against his naked body. Sometime in the night he must have put a pillow under my head and covered me with a blanket. I turn in his arms to look at him, hoping I don’t disturb his sleep.

He is a gorgeous specimen of male virility. His thick, glossy, chestnut hair swept back from his face, his muscular torso that narrows down into a trim waist with abs that I trace with my finger. One of his giant, corded legs swings and pins me in place. His steel blue eyes open lazily, taking me in with a mischievous twinkle and a curve to his mouth. I feel his cock get hard between us. As it presses against my stomach, I know that, if I don’t get out of here now, I’m going to be too turned on to leave.

“Huh, you didn’t get away.” His deep voice is sultry and relaxed.

“I shouldn’t have slept here. I have to—”

“Get going,” he cuts me off. “Yeah, that’s the same line you always use. Not going to work this time.”

“Carson, it’s late, we overslept.” I peer over his shoulder at the nightstand clock. “It’s ten. I thought you like to work on Sunday mornings and I have plenty of work I need to get back to.”

“Not today.” He runs his finger along my cheekbones and jaw; the same thing I was aching to do to him before he woke up.

I wriggle my arms free and place my hands on his rock hard chest. “Can I take a quick shower and borrow some sweats from you so I don’t have to do the walk of shame home in my dress?” I ask, remembering that Lauren left my sneakers from her emergency bag by the door.

Carson stares dreamily at me with a smirk. “We’ll take a long shower and then think about food. I’m starving.”

I’m pretty sure he’s starving for sex the way he’s devouring me with his smoldering eyes and my body is gleefully rejoicing as it responds with a growing heat and need to have him inside of me again. I barely recognize myself when I’m with him.

“Bad idea,” I say as my nipples bud and a surge of wetness ripples between my legs.

His fingers begin playing with my hair, stroking my head. “You’re not going anywhere, Jess. I’m hard and your hands are all over me. You can’t touch me like that and think you’re walking away.”

I can’t say anything when my hands are betraying me. Carson rolls me onto my back with him on top of me. My breath catches with unabated desire as his weight presses me into the bed. My hands immediately begin roaming his back as I reach down to caress his firm ass.

His mouth covers mine and his tongue is fervent at first before slowing down to a leisurely pace of swirling and probing my mouth and lips. I kiss him back with the same fervor and feel him reposition himself with his forearms, taking most of his weight so I can breathe. The kiss ends with a sweet sigh and the stormy Carson from last night is gone. He looks at me with a boyish grin that makes my heart swell.

“You’re so beautiful,” he says, looking down at me with a tenderness that he keeps hidden from everyone else. “I love this wild red hair and your big brown eyes floor me every time you look at me.”

“Hmm,” I mumble as I run my hands through his hair. “You’re pretty gorgeous yourself but pinning me with your naked body is hardly a fair move. This will only lead to trouble. That’s why I should leave now.”

“I told you, you’re not going anywhere. I’m hard and you can’t keep your hands off me, so this is happening,” he says before he kisses my neck. He runs his tongue along my collarbone and I let a moan coax him on.

“I don’t know why you bother to put up with me,” I whisper and then regret saying it aloud.

Carson runs his lips gently over mine. “Because I’m in love with you and I want you. Even when you’re being obnoxiously neurotic, I can’t stop thinking about you or wanting you.”

Carson expertly rubs his fingers over my hungry parts and circles around the sweet spot until I’m soaking and writhing in his arms, greedily raking my fingers over any unexposed part of him. He has two fingers inside of me, probing in and out, rubbing my center, and I’m squirming with so much agonizing pleasure that the blanket falls down to the small curve in Caron’s lower back.

I stroke his cock and I like to think it becomes longer and thicker in my grasp. He watches as I rub his tip against my wet cleft and his head swings up, throwing his dark hair back so he can look at me. He props himself higher up with his hands and as soon as I give him an inch of myself, he thrusts and grunts like an unleashed wild beast. I pull my knees up to his waist and take him in fully.

In a rapid-fire succession, I am assaulted with the joy, desire and ecstasy of having Carson inside of me. It is more than a primal need and lust for him. I want him to need me, to see through every part of my body and mind.

He sucks hard on my breasts until they ache and I let out a cry as he swivels his hips in a sexy motion that keeps striking the right spot. I moan and push my body against him, wanting more.

“I want you to come,” Carson says between ragged breaths, “because I’m about to lose it. That’s what you do to me.”

I pull his head down to me so I can kiss him. “Oh man, Jess,” he says gruffly between our lips.

I’m about to climax when I see a bright flash to my side. My head turns in that instant and I see a young blond woman with a laundry basket entering the room, singing to herself. She is lost in her song before seeing us. Then she screams, covers her mouth and backs out of the room, closing the door behind her.

“Shit!” Carson says as his cock pops out of me accidentally from the surprise intrusion.

“Who was that?” I slam my palms against his chest.

“Shh,” he says, trying to calm me. “It’s okay. That was Talia. I forgot she comes on Sunday mornings when I’m usually at the shop.

With our orgasms on hold, our bodies are thrumming with sensory overload. “I’m so embarrassed. Get off me. I have to get dressed.”

“No, you don’t.” Carson holds my face still. ”Stay here.”

His cock is heavy as it bobs between us, Carson is flushed and barely holding it together.

“Carson, she saw us. I have to get out of here.” I slap his chest again, but it’s like slapping a boulder that won’t budge.

“Big deal. We’re in my bed, so it’s not like getting caught naked in a car. We’re going to finish what we started.” His voice is low with need.

“Let me go take a shower.” I ’m thinking about a quick rinse and then getting away.

“You want a shower?” he asks, gaining some composure despite his throbbing erection. “Good idea.”

He picks me up off the bed quickly and carries me to the bathroom, to his large shower stall.

“I meant me,” I say as he puts me against the cold tile wall and turns on the three showerheads that are positioned on two walls.

He closes the glass door and lifts me up, propping me against a corner of the shower. He lifts one of my legs, positioning himself between them and then begins rubbing my wet clit again.

“Carson,” I begin to protest, however, his fingers are in me again. “Oh God.”

He smiles and kisses me. I feel dwarfed by his height and powerful, naked body. “Let yourself go,” he says, putting the tip of his cock in me. He hoists me up by bracing both of his arms under my knees and then he rams into me with a shudder. “Ah, fuck yeah.”

I throw my arms around his neck as he grinds and thrust into me slowly while I salivate over his splendid form. My head falls back against the tile wall with the water spraying down on us. Carson has a heated expression of rapture as he studies my face and begins to thrust faster. Triumphant moans escape from him. The marvelous sensation of an impending explosion fills me and I groan as the orgasm shatters me into a million tiny pieces of extreme pleasure, sending my body into vibrating after-shocks.

“Carson.” I smile as he continues to drive himself into me until his own release comes.

“Ah!” Carson groans with his slowing thrusts, pumping the last of his liquid into me.

He keeps swiveling and grinding his hips into me until he’s empty. He frees my legs, but keeps me pinned against the wall, holding my face for a searing kiss that means more to me in the afterglow of our love-making.

I am completely sedated and less concerned about Talia seeing us. Carson pulls me under one of the showerheads and scrubs my head with shampoo before massaging my body with bath gel. I moan as his slippery hands slide up and down my arms.

“This feels too good,” I say.

Carson gives a deep chuckle. The smile on his face is nothing short of bemused gloating.

“Spend the day with me.” He wraps me in his arms with my back against his chest.

I groan, not wanting to battle with him again, especially when I’m naked. His soapy hands fondle my breasts, making them perk and fill with an ache. Then before I can build up any defense against him, his hand is slipping between my legs, rubbing me where I’m still vibrating from the first orgasm. My sex is wet and open and I feel my senses hum on a wave of arousal when I think of Carson driving his lust, need and want into me.

“One more time. We both want it. And then you stay here with me today,” he says gruffly into my ear.

“You don’t play fair,” I say breathlessly as his fingers push inside me. I love that his large body can encompass me, trap me and titillate me so easily.

“I can’t play fair. I have a lot of competition.” His tone is guttural and I sense him turning into a feral creature of need, his cock getting hard against my back.

“There’s no competition. How can you be ready for this so soon?”

“Look who’s talking? You’re so wet. I bet I could make you come with two more strokes.” He talks low as though he can’t control himself much longer.

I raise my arms, put my hands against the glass wall and arch my back, sticking my rear end out. “Now. I want you.”

Carson rubs his full cock against me before inserting the head. “Are you ready for me again? I don’t want to hurt you,” he says, spreading my legs. His slippery fingers rub me from the front and caress me from the back as I pant with wanting him, arching my back more.

“Now,” I moan.

“This will help,” he says and it sounds like he’s using more gooey liquid soap.

“Now, Carson,” I beg as I face the shower glass.

He pushes upward into me with his hands on my waist like a vise, which is good because I can barely hold myself up.

“How’s that?” he asks and I can picture his smug expression.

“Faster, harder,” I plead.

On my command I can feel his excitement surge through him, an energy that also courses through me as long as we are touching. He holds me in place with one strong arm while his hand rubs my clit until I’m about to scream. The lubrication allows him to go deeper and faster, and I cry out with each thrust. My climax comes hard and spills into converging spasms that shake me into oblivion and leave me gasping.

“Yes,” I moan.

“Fuck, that feels good,” Carson mutters as his cock spurts into me. His arms wrap around my waist and he holds me firmly as he mounts me, slamming his length as deep as it can go until it is empty.

We are in a slow, hazy mind fuck after that. I have never spent this much time with any man in any of my sexual experiences. That’s not saying much since I’ve only had actual intercourse with two men, two brothers. I cringe. One I liked, but one I am now falling hard for. I think about this as I regain my composure.

Carson cleans my body gently again with a washcloth, kissing each part as he does. Dylan could do this with anyone I think. He is affectionate, loving and able to throw himself into a moment with anyone. I suppose that’s how he got a reputation as a ladies’ man. Yet Carson is closed off to women when it comes to intimacy and I know how significant it is for him to have me in his personal space. Plus, all this time our bodies were touching, I only thought of Carson. Not once did I think of Dylan or any of the guys I’ve ever thought I liked.

Carson hangs up the washcloth and then pulls me in for a long, deep kiss. His hands cup my face and I gush inside, knowing that he loves me. At least for this moment, I have this beautiful man and his desire to please me. I still grapple with believing this could be permanent, however, it’s this moment that I want to savor, so I return his kiss with the same loving attention.

“If you keep looking at me like that, I’m going to make love to you all day,” he says, biting my ear lobe.

“Hmm, you have to be out of steam.”

Carson looks down and smirks and I follow his gaze. His cock is semi-erect and bobbing between his legs.

“Good Lord. What are you made of?”

“Want to find out?” He laughs before kissing me again.

I have to push my way out of the shower.

“You’re going to leave me like this?” he asks as I snatch two towels.

“You’re insatiable,” I accuse as I wrap a towel around my body and put my hair in a turban.

“Only when it comes to you.” He laughs again and begins washing his hair.

As he showers, I find his hair dryer and work on my knotted mass with sneak peeks at his magnificent physique.

“I see you looking,” he says as he shampoos his hair with his eyes closed.

I scoff and leave the bathroom.

“I’m going to have my way with you again in the bed,” he shouts after me and I hope Talia can’t hear us.

I rifle through his drawers to find some sweat pants and a T-shirt. I have to roll the pants and tie the drawstring waist band as tight as possible. Then I collect my rumpled black dress before heading downstairs.

The scent of good coffee hits me as I descend the staircase. I head into the kitchen where Talia is adjusting a mop head. She is not much older than me; petite, blond and very pretty. Carson never mentioned that.

With Carson naked on top of me and a skimpy blanket covering his ass, I wonder how much she actually saw. At least I feel less exposed now. My face and body scrubbed clean and I’m swimming in Carson’s giant-sized sweats. Without make-up I look like I’m seventeen tops and that makes me self-conscious.