He presses his body into me, cradling my jaw as he kisses me. When one hand coasts down my body to my ass, I raise my left leg, hooking my thigh over his hip. Open to him, I grind against his thick length, the pressure of him on my clit delicious. Again, he’s so close.We’reso close. I want him to yank my panties to the side and slip inside me. I want him so badly.
Dan pulls back. “Not tonight,” he whispers against my lips, and I let out a little whimper that would embarrass me if I weren’t so turned on right now.
His lips drift along my jawline until they brush the shell of my ear. “Let me be clear,” he rumbles in a low voice that brings me to the edge of madness. “Carson, I want you so badly that I can’t see straight. I’ve been lying in that bed, staring at the ceiling fan and thinking about all the things I’m going to do to you when I get the chance. But not tonight.”
“Please?” I beg. “I can sneak into the kitchen and get the condoms.”
“No,” he says, his voice low and firm, and when I let out another small whine, he takes my chin in his hand and tilts it up until I’m looking directly into his eyes. The hot look on his face makes my knees go weak. “Carson, when I fuck you, I want to hear you scream.”
CHAPTER 27
CARSON
Idon’t know how I manage to fall asleep. The adrenaline from our middle-of-the-night kiss has me wired. But thank god I do, because every time I close my eyes, my mind serves up a carousel of images from the back seat of Dan’s car. I revisit the best orgasm of my life at least three times.
It isn’t enough.
Unfortunately, I can’t stay in bed with my imagination (and my vibrator), because I wake to my phone vibrating itself off the edge of my bedside table.
God, with everything that’s happened after, I almost forgot that we ran into Wyatt and Owen last night. Of course Wyatt has questions.
Wyatt
So you’re sleeping with him, right?
Because SOMETHING was going on between you two last night
There werevibes
I MUST KNOW!
I’ll be at the bar all day, we have deliveries in the morning and then trivia tonight GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE AND SPILL
And one text from Dan:
Dan
I’m at the tattoo shop getting in some apprentice hours. Figured I’d make myself scarce with your mom around. But if you need a wingman, call me
It’s funny—just a day ago, a text from Dan with this many words would have been a sure sign that he’d been kidnapped. Or that his phone had been stolen by particularly thoughtful thieves.
I read his text three times, kicking my feet beneath my covers and letting out a silent squeal. This isreal. It really happened.
And we’re not done.
I just need my mother to get the hell out of my house.
“Myhouse.” I whisper it out loud to myself. I’m certainly going to need the reminder when I leave this bedroom and have to face her again.
I text Dan first.
Carson
I’ll be fine. I have derby practice at noon, and she’s leaving for the concert while I’m gone. Just have to get through the morning
Dan
Don’t let her push you around. And don’t forget how fucking incredible you are.
