I take the stairs three at a time and rap on her door, ready to hear her yell “Who is it?”
But she opens it so fast I stumble back a step.
“You knew I’d head straight over, didn’t you?”
She stares back at me, and I freeze. There’s something about her eyes. Something’s off. I step toward her.
“Have you been crying?”
She slinks back to let me through. “I just got to a sad part in my book.”
I elbow the door shut and grab her by the waist, feeling her gasp.
She doesn’t move away, though.
I tilt my head. “New sleep shirt?”
“I brought it back from Cincinnati.”
“Very entrepreneurial of you.”
I look her up and down, taking in her long, bare legs, imagining them wrapped around my hips. I was already half hard on the way over. I’m a lost cause now. I run my hands up and down her sides, kneading at her hips as she wriggles in my arms.
“What are you doing?” She giggles.
“Just planning how I’m going to do this,” I growl. “Pick a wall,baby!”
I head over to her bedside table, kicking her bag to one side, pulling open the bottom drawer to fish out the condoms. The drawer is empty. I freeze.Did she take the condoms to Cincinnati?
“Looking for something?”
I whip around and follow Carrie’s gaze. There on her desk is a box of condoms sitting neatly on top of a pile of books.
“So, youwereexpecting me,” I crow.
“You’resopredictable…”
I pluck out a packet and tear it open while Carrie glances around her, searching for the right spot. Slowly, she pads over to the far end of the room and leans against the wall, her fingers fumbling for the switch. Darkness falls around us, the only light the dim glow of her bedside lamp.
It takes me a second to get into the swing of it all.
“Should I take my shorts off?”
After a moment’s pause, she nods. I peel off my bottoms, loving every second of her eyes on my cock as I join her by the wall. I’m literally lapping up the sight of her writhing as she slips off her panties.
A sting of disappointment hits me. I wish she would just take everything off—I’ve never seen her naked. It just doesn’t seem to bea thing with us, and neither does kissing. I brush the thought to one side.Focus.
Before she has time to fully straighten, I pull her up against me, my fingers kneading her ass as her legs wrap around my hips.
I bump her up a little higher, and that sends her bare pussy dragging right over my cock. It feels so fucking hot and wet against the length of it, it steals the air straight out of my lungs. I almost take her right then and there, when one of her hands falls to my biceps.
“Damn.” She gives me a squeeze. “Nice guns.”
If she thought she’d cool me off with that cheesy one-liner, she thought wrong. It just makes me want her more.
“I shouldn’t admit it but ever since you begged me to show you this…”
“I never begged you for anything!”
