Page 70 of Carver’s Crusade

Her eyes soften, shining with emotion.

And when her hand slowly slides over mine beneath the table, I swear my entire damn world shifts.

“I feel safe with you,” Raven assures me. “I’ve felt safe since I met you in the hospital. That feels like it was so long ago, doesn’t it?”

I chuckle. “It does. I feel like I’ve known you for months, instead of a few days.”

“I just wish we had time to slow down and get to know each other without all this hanging over us,” Raven muses.

I grin at her. “We have nothing to do right now. We could spend some time getting to know each other.”

“Why, Carver, what are you suggesting?”

I lean closer so I can whisper in her ear. “I thought we could go upstairs and see what happens.”

I see the blush deepen under her dark skin. I half expect her to balk at my suggestion, but instead, she slowly rises and offers me her hand.

I lead Raven upstairs with my hand wrapped around hers, my pulse pounding harder with every step. The second we enter my room and the door shuts behind us, I pull her against me.

My mouth crashes down on hers.

She gasps softly before kissing me back, her hands sliding up my chest to grip my shirt. Heat floods my body instantly. I bury one hand in her hair, tilting her head so I can deepen the kiss, slow and hungry all at once.

Christ, she tastes good.

I drag my lips to her neck, pressing kisses beneath her ear while she shivers in my arms. Her fingers tighten against me.

“Carver,” she whispers breathlessly.

I groan softly at the sound of my name on her lips.

My fingers slide under her shirt, slowly caressing her soft skin, giving her every chance to stop me. But she doesn’t.

Instead, she tips her head back for me, trusting me enough to let me touch her.

Slipping off her t-shirt, I take a moment to stare at the perfection before me. Her gorgeous mounds strain against the hot pink lace of her bra. Unable to wait, I yank the cups down to free them. Coffee ice cream with chocolate syrup on top. That’s what her breasts remind me of. I lean over to take a lick. Fucking delicious.

Her moans have my cock straining against my jeans. He’s desperate to come out and play, but I’m not done unwrapping my gift. I want to take my time, because Raven is a true gift.

Sliding off her bra, I grab her breasts as I lay kisses across her chest, up her neck, and along her jawline before nuzzling the spot just below her ear. She smells like honeysuckle. I close my eyes and breathe her in. I could stay like this for hours, but then she runs her fingers through my hair and tugs me away until we’re face-to-face.

“I want you,” Raven whispers. Grinning, I slam my lips against hers as I unbuckle her jeans and slide them over her perfect ass. Dropping to my knees, I pull her jeans off along with her panties. I stare up at her and know I’m the luckiest son-of-a-bitch. She’s glorious.

She smiles at me as she slides her fingers under my kutte to help me remove it. I stand and quickly undress as she watches me. I feel those luminous green eyes track my fingers as I unbuckle my jeans. Her breath hitches when I shove off my jeans. For one intense moment, we stare at each other, naked and aroused.

Unable to resist any longer, I pounce.

Raven squeals when we crash onto the bed in a jumble of legs and arms. I don’t hold back, but kiss every inch of her I can reach. Loving the sound of her laughter, I tickle her ribs until she bucks under me. Her laughter makes me smile, and I know I’ll never tire of the sound.

My fingers find her nipple, which is already hard. I twist and pluck them until it’s harder than a diamond. I stare up at her face as I shift my attention to her other breast; this time I use my tongue. Her skin is soft and warm. Trailing kisses down her stomach, I grin as her tummy quivers at my touch. Her breathing hitches when I plant myself between her firm thighs. I lock gazes again when I take my first taste. Fucking heaven.

“Carver,” she moans as I work her clit with my tongue. I explore every crevice and lap up her juices. The thought that she might be the last woman I ever taste doesn’t fill me with dread; instead, it feels perfect. As if all my life has led me to this woman.

Sliding my finger inside her channel, I watch her face as I shoot her over the edge. I’ll remember her face as the orgasm rips through her for the rest of my life. It’s like seeing the most beautiful sunset.

Before she crashes down, I crawl up her body with kisses until I can capture her mouth again. I reach over and snag a condom from my nightstand. Before I can tear it open, Raven rips it from my hand. She slides herself under me until her face aligns with my cock. When she uses her mouth to slide on the condom, I have to grit my teeth to keep from embarrassing myself. Did I mention how perfect Raven is?

She shimmies back up the bed until we’re face-to-face again. With a mischievous grin, she wraps her legs around my waist as she grabs hold of my cock. I stare into her lust-filled eyes as she guides me inside her. We move into a rhythm as I fill her up. Her walls vibrate and pull me inside as I thrust. I want to stop and enjoy the feel of her, but we’re both overcome with a need so great that neither of us has any control left. Our hips jerk together, desperate to join. Sweat pools at my spine as the familiar tingle races through my system. I want this to last, but that isn’t happening. I’m going to embarrass myself after all.