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I wet my lips as I watch the way his eyes sweep across my face, down my body that’s half covered by the blankets before moving back to my face. “My brother.”

His pupils dilate, the muscles in his jaw relaxing as relief momentarily floods his expression. He blinks and the action is slow, his nostrils flaring before he opens his eyes again. “Okay...” his voice trails off for a beat. “I wasn’t sure if I was interrupting something.”

Nervous laughter bubbles in my chest and I adjust in bed. “What could you possibly be interrupting?”

“I don’t know anything about your life, Andi.” He pauses, rolling his lips between his teeth as he swallows hard. “I don’t know if you have someone waiting for you when you get back home.”

“I told you I’m not dating anyone.” My heart skips a beat in my chest. “There’s no one there waiting for me.”

He releases the top of the doorframe. His arms hang beside his body as he steps into the room. Reaching behind him, he grips the doorknob, softly closing it before he inches closer to the bed.

“I just wanted to make sure.” He moves closer and I shift to the side to make room for him to sit along the edge of the bed, but he doesn’t lower himself onto the mattress until I pat it withmy hand. “I want to know you, Trouble. I want to know what you like or what you don’t. I want to know what pricks your skin and what makes your heart sing.” He pauses and lets out a soft breath. “I want to know everything.”

My breath catches in my throat. “Why?”

A wave of vulnerability washes over him. He stares at me, his gaze unwavering. His expression is unreadable and his throat bobs as he swallows again. “You’re under my skin, Andi,” he says, his voice barely audible as he tilts his head to the side. “And I don’t know what to do about it.”

My heart stalls and my eyes widen.

“You have me all fucked up,” he breathes, his eyebrows drawing together. “You’re just supposed to be the mother of my child...but when I look at you, it doesn’t feel like that.” He directs his attention to his hands in his lap. “It feels like more and honestly, it scares the shit out of me.”

“Why does it scare you?”

He turns to look at me, his eyes immediately meeting mine. “Because for the first time, it feels like I might have something to lose.”

Rational thoughts cease to exist. I push away the covers, forgetting the fact that I’m only in a T-shirt and underwear. I close the distance between us until I’m against his thighs. Carson doesn’t say anything. Instead, he reaches for me, his hands find my waist as he pulls me into his lap. His fingers sweep my hair away from my face, caressing my cheek before sliding back around the nape of my neck.

I settle on his lap, warmth blooming in the pit of my stomach as I feel how hard he is beneath me. There’s only a few layers of clothing separating me from the outline of his cock under me. The memory of him stretching me, burrowing himself deep inside of me doesn’t feel like such a distant memory right now.

He tilts his head back and drags my face down to his as our mouths collide. My eyelids slam shut and my lips move with his as he kisses me with an intensity that rocks me to my core. What starts out as slow and gentle quickly shifts to something more. Something fueled by lust, with a fervent need to be closer.

His tongue slides along the seam of my lips and I instantly part them, letting him in. His tongue moves against mine, soft like silk. He tastes like the mint from his mouthwash. He kisses me deeply and his fingers tangle in my hair as he pulls me closer. Instinctively, I grind my hips, pressing myself against him as heat builds between my legs.

Carson moans into my mouth and I swallow the sounds, draining the air from his lungs as we kiss each other senseless. Carson Ford is a force to be reckoned with. What started as a one night stand now has me questioning the possibilities of a future.

His hands drift down to my thighs, pushing up the bottom hem of my shirt as he slides his fingers along the inside of my legs. “Fuck, I’ve imagined touching you again for fucking years,” he murmurs against my mouth. I don’t stop him as the tips of his fingers graze along the seam of my underwear. “What took you so long, Trouble?”

“Fear,” I breathe, nipping at his bottom lip. It’s not something I like to admit, but after what happened when I tried to contact him before, I was terrified to see him. Terrified of rejection.

“Of what?” He pushes his fingers beyond the cotton material, groaning as his fingers slide through my arousal.

“You,” I moan, my head tipping back as he pushes a finger inside of me.

“There’s nothing to be afraid of, babe,” he whispers as his lips trail along the column of my throat. “You’re changing the game for me. If anyone should be afraid, it should be me.” He drags his tongue along the outer shell of my ear as he pushes anotherfinger inside my pussy. “You’re not mine to lose, but I’m afraid I will anyway.”

“Why would you lose me?” I pant as he fucks me with his fingers. He shifts so he can press his thumb against my clit, rolling it in circles as he continues to move his fingers in and out, stroking my insides.

“Because I can never give you what you deserve.” He nips at my earlobe before moving his mouth back to my neck.

A moan escapes me, my body tightens as he continues to work me with his hand. The cast on his right hand is rough against my skin as he slips it under my shirt, moving up to my breast. He pulls my nipple in between his fingers, rolling the pebbled flesh as he presses his thumb harder against my clit.

“Don’t stop,” I moan as I shift my hips against him, my body quickly coming undone as a wildfire of lust and need spreads through me.

“That’s it, baby,” he moans, his teeth grazing my neck. He removes his hand from my shirt and grabs the back of my head to pull my face back to his. “Come all over my hand for me.”

His tongue pushes through my lips, tangling with mine as he pumps his fingers, applying pressure inside while simultaneously pressing the heel of his hand against my clit. It sends me over the edge, plunging into the abyss of ecstasy as I lose myself on his lap. He swallows my moans, his lips bruise mine and his fingers don’t stop until I’m completely spent on his lap.

I break the kiss and rest my forehead against his shoulder. My body sags against him as the aftershocks of my orgasm overrides any logical thought. “You’re so good,” he murmurs, brushing his fingers through my hair as he drags his other hand away from the apex of my legs. He kisses my temple, breathing in the scent of my hair.