Meanwhile, she smiled, the expression both shy and filled with mischief. “It’s no strings, I promise. I just…” Her expression faltered. “I want to be touched.” She reached up to stroke his jaw, brushing fire across his beard-roughened skin. “I want you to touch me.”
He lost his control then. It snapped like a rubber band pulled too tight. His arm tightened where it was wrapped around her, hauling her up and over until she lay across his torso. Her mouth opened on a gasp of surprise, but he caught it with his own. Then he invaded the dark, wet recess with his tongue, and he plundered her like the animal he was.
She murmured a sound of appreciation, deep in her chest. She began dueling with him, tongue to tongue. And she wiggled against him, making his cock buck for attention.
He wanted to ask her if she was sure. He wanted to be gentlemanly and hold back. This was a stressful situation. She wasn’t thinking straight. But he couldn’t make himself stop.
So he grabbed her hips, stilling her as he rocked his dick against her core. Even through his jeans, it felt heavenly. And her eyes widened as she took in the size and girth of him.
“Be sure,” he rasped, praying that he could stop if she asked it of him.
She smiled and ground her pelvis down on him. His eyes rolled back in pleasure. “I am sure,” she said. Then she supported herself on one hand as she pulled something out of the front pocket of her shirt. A roll of five condoms unfurled from her hand. “I found these in your bathroom.”
“Did you check the expiration date?” God knew it had been a while since he’d needed one of those.
She nodded. “We’re okay, if you’re okay.”
“Baby,” he growled. “We’re headed for something exponentially better than just okay.”
Becca felt laughter bubble out of her as the world suddenly flipped upside down. He’d done nothing more than roll them over, dropping her on her back in the middle of the bed with him on top. His groin settled perfectly between her thighs and she had a sense of forces working beyond her control. Ever since he’d walked into her bakery, she’d been riding a roller coaster of worry, joy, terror, and peace. But the moments with Carl had been beacons of sanity even when she felt upside down and inside out.
She’d tried to hold herself together, but as of last night, she’d given up. The most she could do was ride the experience, and if that meant grabbing onto the distraction that was Carl, then who was going to judge her? Not him, certainly. And not herself. Nobody else mattered.
So she kissed him. She let him unbutton her shirt. And she reveled in the glorious magic that was his tongue on her breasts. His hand shaping her and twisting the nipple. The suction and nip of his teeth on the other side. And the keening hunger he built inside her.
Tension coiled toward release. He built it inside her. He took all the emotions that were tearing her apart and shaped them into sensuous overload. Hands and teeth on her breasts. Glorious pressure at her groin. He thrust at her and she ground back at him. They both had on jeans, but that just added to the experience, especially as he circled his hips, driving the thick seams of her clothes into areas that made her gasp.
He lowered himself onto her body, his mouth leaving her breast to press kisses into her belly. She burrowed her fingers in his lush hair while her eyes shut to better experience every touch of his massive body. And when his hands framed her hips, slowly stroking across the top ridge of her jeans, she tugged his face up.
“Carl?”
He lifted up enough to look at her, his green eyes dark and gloriously intense. “Yes?”
“Can we go fast the first time?”
His nostrils flared and his hands tightened on her hips. “Baby, we can do it anyway you want.”
She reached down and unfastened her jeans. There wasn’t a lot of room until he lifted off her, shedding his clothing in record time. Then he stood there in the dawn’s light, large and golden, his penis thick and dark red as it jutted between his thighs. She’d thought he’d be grizzly furry, but he was no more so than a normal man. Enough for her to trace the inverted triangle on his chest, flowing down to the steady point of his erection. And that aimed straight at her.
He held still, watching her as she looked at him. Uncertainty flashed in his eyes, and she gave him a slow smile. “I haven’t changed my mind.”
He released a breath and grinned as he moved forward.
“You’re just…um…largely proportioned.”
He paused with one knee on the bed. “Is that a problem?”
“It’s a compliment.”
“Good. Because I know we’ll fit.”
“Pretty sure of that, are you?” She liked that he was so confident. And to be fair, so far he’d been an exceptional lover.
He leaned over her, caging her with both arms and legs. She’d kicked off the last of her clothes, and lay back on her elbows, fully exposed to him. But she wasn’t self-conscious about her nudity. The way he looked at her banished any doubts. Instead, she let her head drop back as he gazed down at her.
“You’re beautiful,” he said.
She flashed him a grin as she drew a hand up his flank. “You’re very virile.”
