But I don’t stop.
Idon’t wantto stop.
From the way Carrson’s eyes darken as he watches me, he doesn’t want me to either.
My hand wraps around him, andholy hell, he’s as thick and hard as I imagined. Maybe more.
Carrson groans,growls, and buries his face in my neck like he’s trying to get a grip on himself. I give him a squeeze, watching the way his abs flex. His mouth drops open like he’s forgotten how to breathe.
“Jesus,” he pants, rocking into my hand. “You trying to break me?”
“Just curious. You know, testing your limits,” I murmur, teasing. I swipe my thumb across the head and feel the way he pulses under my touch. After a beat, I give him a sly smile. “Call it…a science experiment.”
Carrson lifts his head, his eyes blazing with a mix of lust and amusement. “Oh, we’re doingsciencenow?”
I nod solemnly, biting back a grin. “Strictly academic.”
“Uh-huh.” He’s laughing. “Then allow me to demonstrate Newton’s third law,” he says, his mouth trailing down my throat.
I blink. “What?”
He grins against my skin. “Every action has an equal and opposite reaction.” Quickly, no hesitation now, he slides two fingers inside me and hits the perfect rhythm.
“Oh mygod.” My eyes roll back.
He lets out a low, dark laugh. “Knew you’d like that.” His breath scalds the curve of my neck. “Now lie still and be a good girl for me. I want to hear those sweet little sounds you make. Come on. Give it to me.”
“I don’t—” The protest dies in my throat, replaced by the moan he asked for as he curls his fingers just right again.
Carrson kisses the corner of my mouth. “That’s it,” he murmurs. “That’s what I want. So sexy. You’re perfect, just like this.”
He does it again, and I lose myself to sensation. The room swims a little, blurs at the edges, the world narrowing to the press of his body, the slide of skin, until soon I’m writhing under his touch. An orgasm grows in me, each muscle tightening.
“Tell me, Kitten,” Carrson murmurs, his voice a rasp against my ear, dark and wicked, full of promise. “How do you want to come?” His lips graze the shell of my ear as he continues, “My fingers?” He trails kisses down my neck, hot and lingering. “My mouth?” His teeth nip lightly at my jaw before he seals his mouth to mine, his tongue stroking deep in a kiss that makes it difficult to concentrate. He pulls back, just enough to make me chase him. “Or with my cock?” That sinful smirk curves his mouth. “It’s ladies’ choice tonight.”
I bite my lip, working to catch my breath, trying to keep up with the tornado he’s spinning around me.
“All three,” I whisper, my voice thick with want. “Eventually.”
Carrson chuckles, the sound rich and dangerous.
I reach for him, palm flat on his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart under my hand. “Right now?” I pause, drawing him closer, my lips brushing his as I speak. “I need you inside of me.That’swhat I want.”
“Laurel,” he breathes, his voice suddenly hoarse. “Are you sure?”
I nod, cradling his jaw in my hand. “I’ve never been more sure of anything.” I mean it. With every beatof my heart.
He brushes his nose against mine, then kisses me again, slow, unhurried. Like we have all the time in the world. He leans back and reaches toward the drawer in the nightstand. He grabs a condom and rips the foil open with one hand. His fingers are shaking slightly, which makes me ache for him in a whole new way.
Once he’s ready, he settles over me carefully, holding most of his weight with one forearm. His other hand smooths down my side, his fingers digging into my hip.
“I’ll go slow,” he says. “If anything feels off, anything at all, you tell me, and I’ll stop.”
I nod, my eyes wide. “Okay.”
He lines himself up and eases forward just a little. My body tenses on instinct. He stills immediately, pressing a kiss to my cheek, then my jaw.
“Breathe,” he murmurs, his lips close to my skin. “Just breathe.”
