What? Oh yeah. Baking shows.
There goes that wistful look again. Jesus, he’s killing me. I wrangle my hormones into some semblance of order because these sleep pants hide exactly nothing.I am a man in charge of myself, I silently chant over and over until my body starts to calm down.
We start out on opposite sides of the couch, but by the end of the first episode, we’ve settled in next to each other. We watch another two episodes after that, laughing and yelling at the screen, my bare shoulders brushing against the soft blanket again and again. He notices and offers to share the blanket. I decline. His cheeks color. His eyes dart to my nipples every thirty fucking seconds.
I’m a fucking masochist, clearly.
The evening is at once torturously slow and over too quickly. I check the time after the third episode and sigh. “I have an early day tomorrow, so let’s stop here, and I’ll grab you some sheets and a pillow.”
Reluctantly, I make to rise from the couch.
“Wait,” he says, placing his hand on my arm. Fuck, that warmth against my cool skin is going to be the death of me. Slowly, I sit and face him, willing myself not to lunge at him.
“Yes?”
“Um…” he says, biting his lip. After a moment’s pause, he drops the blanket from his shoulders, then delicately straddles my legs, facing me. He looks surprised by his own boldness, and my hands automatically come up to grip his hips. His shorts are thin as fuck, and I see what he’s been hiding under the blanket.
Shit,abort.
“Knox…”
He shakes his head, his warmth like a shot of tequila to my groin. “You’ve been half-hard this whole evening. And so have I.”
“I don’t want you to think that…”
“I don’t.”
“But we’ve got three weeks…”
His determined look is as sexy as all of his others. “What would you rather do, Carter? Spend the better part of that time trying to ignore this attraction between us, then give in with three days to go and wish we’d fucked sooner, or give ourselves three weeks to enjoy it?”
I can’t tell if he’s making a solid point or if I agree because the blood used to power my executive function has made a dramatic exit to the south. Just being honest, I’m past the point of caring. By way of answering his question, I grip his hips a little tighter.
Smiling, he looks down at me and grinds our erections against one another. Ducking his head, shy, he leans in and brushes his lips against mine. Fuck, it’s the shyness that gets me. The last of my control frays and I thrust up with my hips as I deepen the kiss, sweet and hot. I push my tongue into his mouth, desperate to taste him. His arms tighten around me, and he answers my aggression with aggressiveness of his own, meeting my hips with a downward grind, returning my kiss full force.
I have the sudden inexorable urge to get horizontal with him.
“Fuck this couch,” I say against his lips seconds before I stand, securing him against my body. He automatically wraps his legs around my waist, moaning into my mouth. God, I want to fuck him six ways to Sunday. Standing, bent over the table, out on the balcony, in the shower, in the office, in the back seat of his shitty car. Suddenly, three weeks doesn’t seem like enough time to do all the things I want—need—to do to him.
Chapter5
Knox
Ican’t believe that worked.
Carter stands, lifting me with him, and I feel like a damn princess being rescued. My legs wrap around his hard body, my dick smashes up against his hard abs…even my fantasies are nowhere near as sexy as this. Here’s hoping I don’t come in my shorts.
“Yeah, fuck this couch,” I breathe into his ear. He grumbles and pulls me in tighter, ripping off my T-shirt before latching onto my neck as he maneuvers around the furniture, opening the door to his bedroom.
“How do you like it?” he asks between suctioning kisses. I think his kisses are leaving marks, and I can’t wait to see what my skin looks like in the morning.
“God, I really want you to fuck me.”
Oh, sweet baby Jesus. The words just fall out of my mouth, but they feel so right. I really do want him to fuck me. Still, I remember how it felt to realize after the fact that I’d been Nashville's first. I would've liked to have known.
“But…”
Carter pulls back right away. “Yes?”
