Page 88 of Hearts and Hidden Secrets

CARSON

This was different.

The way he touched me—tender, soft, like I was fragile. I didn’t want that.

“No.” I pulled back and shook my head, my arms tightening around him. “No.”

He studied me a moment, and then his eyes flashed. Determined. Hard. His jaw tightened, and then his mouth was on mine.

He wanted everything.

His tongue dipped inside.

I could only gasp, responding in kind.

God. I was melting.

I remembered that night, and how I’d wanted him even then. I’d felt guilty about wanting him. Not now. Not anymore.

He grabbed my ass and hoisted me up.

I went with him willingly. Anywhere. My legs wrapped around his waist, and he turned toward the bathroom.

I heard the shower start, and then the steam hit us, and I gasped again. The water drenched us as he moved me against the wall—pinned in place, grinding into me.

Pleasure and lust swept through me.

I wanted him inside of me, but as I pushed against him, my back still to the wall, he grabbed one of my hands. He pinned that to the wall as well, his mouth moving down my throat.

I felt the sensation of water on skin as he ripped away my shirt.

I grabbed for his collar and yanked, just needing it gone. I twisted my other hand free, dragging it from his hold, and went for his pants, but his hands were there, too.

He tunneled into my pants, and I felt his finger at my clit.

My eyes opened.

He watched me, waiting, and as my gaze met his, his finger slid inside.

The feeling almost too much. It’d been so long since I’d done this—and to do it with him…

He thrust again and again. His thumb rubbed over my clit as he kept pumping into me. A second finger joined, and I felt so full.

He kept going, grinding into me, pushing up and rotating around.

His mouth found mine again, and after that, I couldn’t do anything. This feeling…

Then just as I was about to explode, he pulled back.

“No!” I gasped.

I felt him grin against my lips, and he nipped at me. “Yes,” he breathed, his mouth fusing once more with mine.

He adjusted his hold on my waist and moved a hand behind me. He rubbed there as two fingers slid back inside. His tongue moved in the same rhythm as his fingers, and I shuddered. I had no ability to move except to answer him back. Whatever he wanted.

Round and round. In and out.

The ache pulsated through me, mingling with pleasure and need.

Then my entire body spasmed in his hold, and I cried out, my mouth ripping from his.

He held me in place, moving to nuzzle my throat as he kept moving in me, caressing as I rode out the waves. As they started to ebb, as I started to think again, he released me enough to face him fully. He removed his hands, but he was still there, grinding against me.

He still had his pants on.

Not fucking fair.

Growling, I reached for them.

He caught my hands, holding them out to the side, and he evaded my mouth.

“What?” I snapped.

He grinned, lust swimming in his eyes. “I need to know you’re sure about this.”

“Do you not know what you just did to me?”

His grin widened, and he dropped one of my hands, pressing his hips back up into me.

I groaned, my head resting against the tile, and a shiver wracked my body.

His hand went to my hip, flexing there. “Are you sure?”

I ground down on him and gave him my own grin. “That answer your question?”

His eyes flashed full black, and I had a second to wonder if I’d just teased when I shouldn’t have before he plucked me from the wall. He carried me back to the bedroom and dumped me on the bed, soaked. He went to the nightstand for a condom and stood over me as he opened it.

I sat up, a languid sensation filling my bones, but there was excitement, desperation, a spike of adrenaline and power all rolled up with it. I’d never experienced this before.

I was almost drunk from it.

I reached for his pants, and without giving him a second to question me, I pulled them down. His dick was right there, large, resting against his stomach. My mouth watered.

I took the condom from him but bent forward before putting it on.

I wanted to taste him.

I eased down, sealing my mouth over him, and I felt his intake of breath. He stilled for me, but that’s exactly what I wanted.

I worked him, opening my throat, taking more, sucking him in and in and in.

He began moving with me, and after a few more times in and out, I relaxed more fully. He touched the sides of my head and began moving in me.

He began fucking me again.

I loved this.

I’d never done this—let a guy ride my mouth—but I was elated, and I couldn’t explain why. That same almost-drunk feeling shuddered through me as he paused. He started to withdraw, but I held on, sucking him one last time, and he unloaded into my mouth.

After, I pulled my mouth back.

After, I swallowed.

After, he watched me with heavy-lidded eyes.

After, he pushed me down, took the condom, pulled it on, and slid inside of me.

And then he made me scream all over again.