Loving Cara (9 page)

“That it is.” He nods, shakes Josh’s hand, and ruffles Seth’s hair. “Have you called your folks?”

“Shit, no!” I glance down at Seth and grimace. “Sorry, Seth.”

“I don’t care.” He shrugs.

“I don’t have a phone,” I remind everyone. “It’s in the house. I have to call Jilly too.”

“I called her this morning. I had to talk her out of jumping on the first plane out of LAX.”

I rub my forehead with the tips of my fingers and sigh. “My parents are going to freak out.”

Josh has moved up behind me, rubbing my shoulders with his big, strong hands, and I lean back into him, absorbing his strength and warmth.

“I can call them for you,” he offers, but I shake my head and cover one of his hands with my own.

“I’ll do it. I guess I’d better get a new phone when we go shopping.”

“You’re going shopping?” Ty asks incredulously, then chuckles. “That might get Jill on the plane after all.”

“Screw you.” I glare at him, then laugh. “I needed some new things anyway. I’ve been putting it off.”

“Why do you hate to shop so much?” Seth asks. “Don’t girls live for that crap?”

“Not this girl.” I shudder and push my hands through my hair, enjoying the feel of Josh’s hands still kneading my shoulders. “I usually wait until Jill’s home or I go visit her and then I can’t avoid it any longer. She drags me.”

Seth’s eyes are now glued to Josh’s hands on my shoulders. “Why are you touching her like that?”

I go still just as Josh’s hands stop moving. Ty smothers a grin.

“Seth . . .” I begin as his hands form fists and he scowls at his uncle. Josh moves me easily aside and stands directly in front of Seth.

“What’s wrong?” Josh asks his nephew calmly.

Seth shrugs and looks at his feet, his hands crammed in his pockets, a scowl on his handsome little face.

“Talk to me,” Josh tries again.

Seth’s head comes up and he pins Josh with a harsh glare. “You shouldn’t touch her like that. She’s not like my mom.” He’s got tears in his eyes, but he fights valiantly to keep them at bay as his cheeks flush with anger.

I gasp. Ty swears under his breath, and Josh’s hands fist at his sides and his jaw clenches.

“Do you think I’m taking advantage of Cara?” he asks in a low voice.

“You better not.” Seth pushes his chin out defiantly and I want to hug him to me, so moved that he wants to protect me.

“Seth, Josh isn’t trying to take advantage of me,” I say. Seth watches us both carefully. “He’s being supportive and a good friend.”
Dear God, what did he see when he lived with his mom?

“Seth, I care about Cara. Very much.” Josh relaxes his body and smiles down at the boy as he links his fingers with mine. “I like that you care about her too and want to protect her.”

Seth shrugs again and frowns.

I think I just fell in love with both of them.

“Just don’t do gross stuff in front of me,” he grumbles, and stomps off to the truck.

“Well, there’s more of his dad in him than he thinks,” Ty observes, and grins at Josh.

Josh looks over at me, his eyes roam over my face, and I’m not sure what he’s looking for, but I squeeze his hand with my own and offer him a small smile.

“Here are three words I never thought I’d say willingly: let’s go shopping.”

*  *  *

If he touches me one more time, I swear I’ll combust.

He’s had his hands on me all day: resting a hand on the small of my back to lead me into a store, holding my hand, brushing my hair behind my ear. And he keeps smiling at me, winking.

Flirting.

Dear God, I want him.

I finally have a few moments to myself, in the spare bedroom. I’m hanging the few new pieces of clothing I bought today in the closet, stuffing underwear, bras, and socks in a drawer and pulling tags off my new flip-flops and sneakers.

“What are you doing?”

Josh is leaning casually against the doorframe, his hands in his pockets. I take a moment to soak him in.

His long, jean-clad legs are crossed at the ankle; torso and shoulders are molded in a black T-shirt. His dark hair is messy and his lips are quirked in a smirk, his brown eyes happy and trained on me.

“I’m putting my things away,” I mutter, and turn back to the task at hand.

“You’re in the wrong room.” I hear him approach behind me, his bare feet quiet on the plush carpet.

“It’s better if I stay in here.”

He grips my shoulders in his hands and turns me to face him. “Why?”

“I’m much better, Josh. You don’t have to keep an eye on me.”

He jerks me up against him, pressing his pelvis—his erection—into my belly, and his hands grip me tighter.

“Me wanting you in my bed has nothing to do with your damn tree.”

I frown up at him and then look down, shaking my head.

“Why is it so hard for you to believe that I want you, sweetheart?” His voice is soft as he leans in and whispers in my ear. “Answer me.”

“It’s not that I don’t believe it.” My eyes flutter closed at the feel of his breath against my ear. “Hell, I can feel it. But we’ve known each other for ages, and now . . .”

“Now what?” His lips glide down my neck and back up to my ear.

“Now we have more to think about than whether or not we’re attracted to each other. There’s Seth to consider,” I whisper.

“Do you trust me?” He pulls back just a few inches so he can look me in the eye, and I swallow.

“Yes.”

His eyes flare and he smiles softly, cups my neck in his hands, and lowers his mouth to mine.

I love the way he kisses!

His full lips cover mine and he stills, not moving them, just breathing me in. I glide my hands up his shoulders and into his hair and press myself against him, my nipples puckering, and he growls as he sinks into me, licking the seam of my lips, asking for entrance.

I kiss him back, sucking and pulling on his lower lip with my teeth. His eyes narrow as he bends down and lifts me easily in his arms, carrying me out of the spare room and into his bedroom, never taking his lips from mine.

It’s as if he can’t get enough of me, and I feel the exact same way.

I need him.

I need
this.

“Are you sure?” he asks, his deep voice heavy with lust.

“Yes.” He sets me on my feet and I immediately pull my shirt up over my head. “I want you.”

“Damn, baby.” His eyes are on my round breasts, and I’m shy for a moment. I move to cover myself with my hands but he pulls them away and kisses my palms. “Don’t.”

“You need to get naked.”

“I will.” He grins.

“Now.”

“Be patient.”

“No, I need you. Hard and fast, Josh.” I’m panting now and pulling at his jeans, but he stops me, his eyes narrowed and on my face.

“What’s the hurry?”

“I need to feel alive,” I whisper, and clench my eyes shut. He cups my face in his palms. I open my eyes to see him looking down at me so tenderly it makes me hurt. “I don’t need soft and slow, I need to remember that I’m alive and I need you to fuck me.”

He sucks in a breath and crushes his lips to mine, strips me out of the rest of my clothes, cups my ass in his hands, and lifts me the way he did the other night at my house. I don’t have time to be shy in my nakedness. He’s devouring me.

Claiming me.

And I fucking love it.

He braces me against the wall as I’m pulling at his T-shirt. He finally pulls his mouth away from mine long enough to yank it over his head and throws it to the floor.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he growls, and buries his face in my neck, kissing and suckling me. His hands cup my breasts and he lifts them to his lips.

“Oh my God.” I reach between us and unfasten his jeans, pushing them with my feet down his hips, unleashing his impressive cock. “This is beautiful,” I mutter.

He grins wolfishly and hoists me up higher against the wall. “I’m clean, I promise.”

“On the pill,” I mutter, and bite his neck. “Now, Josh.”

And with that he pushes inside me, all the way, in one long, slow thrust. His cock is long and thick and fills me perfectly.

As if he were made just for me.

“Damn, baby,” he growls. “Look at me.”

I open my eyes and bite my lip.

“Your eyes are so green.” He kisses me softly and groans. “You’re so snug, babe.”

“Move,” I beg, and roll my hips.

“Cara, don’t do that . . .”

“Fuck me,” I beg, and roll my hips again as he begins to pound in and out of me, hard. He reaches between us and thumbs my clit, and I suddenly see stars. I’m going to come, hard and fast.

“That’s right, sweetheart.” He’s panting hard now, moving faster and harder. “God, your pussy is so damn good.”

“Josh,” I mutter.

“Let go, Cara.” He pushes on my clit, just a bit harder, and my world explodes around me, scattering in thousands of pieces and then gathering again at the center of me. I cry out and grip his hair in my fingers, bucking my hips against him.

He stops, buried to the root, and leans his forehead against mine, breathing hard.

“How was that?”

“Holy shit,” I whisper, and open my eyes.

“I’m not done.”

He carries me to the bed, still inside me, and lays me flat on my back, my lower legs hanging off the edge. He kisses me, then pulls out of me, making me groan.

“Josh . . .”

“Shhh.” He circles a nipple with his tongue and then nuzzles the underside of my breast. “Just relax and enjoy.”

“What are you doing?”

“What I’ve wanted to do since you got out of your car two weeks ago. I’m tasting you.”

He drags his lips down my belly, over my navel, and to the small patch of curls that cover my pussy.

He kneels between my knees and lifts my legs over his shoulders, tilts my pelvis up with one hand on my ass, and pulls one finger down my slit from my clitoris all the way down to my ass.

“You’re so swollen and wet for me.” His voice is a deep whisper. He leans in and gently kisses that sensitive nub, licks it, then kisses it again.

“Josh,” I whisper, closing my eyes.

“Yes, baby.” Now I feel the flat of his tongue against me and he pushes it down into my folds and inside me.

“Shit!”
I cry out as he sucks my lips into his mouth, and I feel him grin against me before he does it again, making me writhe and move against him, circling my hips against his face.

If he stops, I might kill him.

“Oh, God, I can’t.” My head is thrashing side to side, and the tension is coiling tighter than it ever has. This orgasm is going to kill me.

“You can,” he mutters, and pushes two fingers inside me as he continues to lap at my clit and lips. “I want you to come again, honey.”

I link my ankles over his shoulders and push my pelvis against his face and feel the world fall away from me as I come so hard I can’t breathe.

Through my orgasmic haze, I feel him kiss the inside of my thighs, my pubis, and up my torso. He sucks each nipple gently, and I frown at the change in him.

Minutes ago he was a man possessed, obsessed with taking me hard, and now he’s gentle.

Loving.

He pushes me farther up on the bed and covers me with his body, cradled in the apex of my thighs, braced on his elbows on either side of my head.

He buries his fingers in my hair, nuzzles my nose with his own, while gently rocking his hard cock against my folds.

“Do you have any idea how fucking gorgeous you are?” he whispers.

Rather than answer, I drag my fingertips down his cheek and lift my head to brush his lips with my own. I can taste myself there, and it only makes me want him more.

“You needed me to fuck you, baby, but I need to make love to you. It feels like I’ve been waiting forever for this.” He frowns down at me and nibbles the side of my mouth. “Say something.”

“I need you inside me.”

His lips quirk against mine as he moves his hips back until the head of his cock is nestled against my opening. “Now?”

“Now.”

And slowly, so slowly it brings tears to my eyes, he fills me, all the while watching me with a look of complete and utter contentment on his amazing face.

“You feel so good,” I whisper.

“It’s all you, baby.”

He begins to move, long, slow strokes, pushing me higher and higher, but then he stops and waits for me to come back down.

“That was mean.”

He chuckles and licks a trail from my collarbone to my ear. “We’re gonna make this last, Carolina.”

“I hate that name,” I remind him, and gasp as he begins to move again.

“I love your name,” he whispers, and wraps his lips around my nipple, suckling softly, and I feel it down to my clit. I squirm beneath him, silently begging him to speed up again, but he stops.

“Every time you try to control this, we start over again.”

My eyes burst open at his soft declaration. “What?”

“You heard me. You had it your way.” He lifts one of my legs up onto his shoulder, opening me wider, and pushes in deeper, making me gasp. “Now I get to take you places you’ve never known before, baby.”

“I can’t do this,” I mutter, and shake my head, but he stills me with a soft kiss on my lips and his hand gently smoothes up and down my side.

“You can. Just enjoy, honey.”

He starts to move his hips again, slowly but steadily, and I’m amazed at how deep he is. No one has ever before been so deep.

No one has ever made me feel like this.

My muscles contract around him and he clenches his jaw and eyes shut, lowers his forehead to mine, and circles his hips, moving his cock in and out, brushing my G-spot with every damn stroke.

I grip his ass in my hands and urge him to move faster, but he maintains his rhythm.

“Love your hands on me,” he mutters, and reaches behind him to grip my hand in his, linking our fingers, and pins my hand to the bed above my head.

Finally he speeds up, his lust carrying him now, and he pushes against my clit with every thrust. I tighten my thighs against his hips and arch my head back as he buries his face against my neck.

“Come, Carolina.” He bites the top of my shoulder and I unravel beneath him, crying out, squeezing his hand and his ass, and he growls as he finds his own release.