We were already so far past a line we should have never crossed.
“We stay in here any longer and we’re going to get ourselves in trouble.” I panted.
“I don’t mind.”
It was a strain to keep my hands still, to keep them from roaming,exploring, ripping more fabric. “I don’t want any of our firsts to be impulsive, or quick, or in the car.”
“What would be so bad about that?” She batted her lashes.
“My sweet, sweet girl.” I breathed. “You are an irresistible temptress hiding behind innocent wide eyes, you know that?”
“Took you long enough to figure it out.” She said with a breathy laugh.
“Just the same.” I swallowed hard as she loomed over me, tempting as fuck. “I can hardly move in here, and while having you on top of me is the stuff of wet dreams, this just won’t do, not with what I have in mind.” I gripped her hips, wondering if I’d gone too far.
“Then take me upstairs.” Sara said through her lashes, and my cock jumped. How could I say no?
Sara screamed with delight as I hauled her over my shoulder and did just that.
When I opened the garage door and closed it behind us, we were all shrieking laughter, but the house was quiet, and Sara’s laughter suddenly turned quiet and breathy.
As she swayed over my shoulder with each step towards my bedroom, I could tell she was incredibly nervous, and, fuck if I wasn’t a little nervous, too.
It took the entire walk down the hall for me to get my head on straight. I was going to kiss her goodnight and then go sleep downstairs.
I was going to fucking behave.
I was an idiot for implying otherwise.
As I approached my bedroom, I set her down against the wall in the hallway and caged her in. Only the faint outline of her lips parting was visible in the dim light.
I leaned in as her eyes fluttered shut, knowing I’dnever get enough of this,of her. Should have never started because I didn’t know if I could stop now.
“Carter,” Sara moaned breathily as I kissed a path down her jaw to her neck, finding the hollow beneath her ear, and then traveling back up to her perfect lips. She was like putty in my hands, open, inviting me in for more.
A goodnight kiss, I reminded myself, pulling back to give her a chaste kiss on the forehead before I pushed off the wall, creating much needed space between us.
“Thank you for dinner.” She whispered.
“Let’s do it again sometime.” I teased, leaning on the wall across from her, practically sitting on my hands as I nodded towards the bedroom—time to bid my girl goodnight.
She looked at me for a long moment and swallowed hard before she headed into my bedroom, the soft lamplight illuminating her divine silhouette.
I stayed in the hallway and tried to steady my breath as I gazed at her walking away from me. I wanted her so fucking bad. I had for a long while now.
Having tasted her, kissed her, felt her writhing against me making all those fucking little sounds, it was difficult not to imagine what she’d look like, riding my hand desperately.
Taste like.Head thrown back and squirming on my tongue.
Feel like.Taking my cock underneath me.
She was intoxicating, and she waseverythingto me.
Which was why I should just go downstairs before I could change my mind.
But I didn’t.Whatever was going to happen or not happen, she’d be the one to decide. I’d letherset the pace. I’d walked away once before and regretted it ever since. I wouldn’t do it again.
I blew out a steady breath, trying to ignore the fact that I was nearly dizzy as all the blood in my body rushed in one direction.
