Page 24 of Until the End (The Lost Letters #3)

Ginny

I want him to kiss me more than I want my next breath.

Why did I have to order food? “I’m not hungry anymore.”

The heated look Carson pierces me with would melt me in a second if he weren’t holding on to me already.

Carson catches the waitress as she walks by. “Can we get our food to go, please? And the check?”

She smirks at him but simply nods.

“Well, that’s embarrassing.” I shove my palms against my cheeks.

Carson just laughs at me. “I doubt this is the worst thing she’s witnessed before.”

I tilt my head in agreement. It’s been a long time since I went out like this.

When Wesley and I first got together, we would hang out in clubs and bars all the time.

When it became apparent he just wanted to be seen in public with me, going out lost its appeal.

Tonight, I almost feel normal, like I’m not a celebrity everyone wants something from.

A few people have come up to get pictures with me, but for the most part, we’ve been left alone. It’s strange, but I’m glad for it .

It only takes about ten minutes to get our food and pay, then Carson leads me toward the door. We’re almost there when I hear the dreaded phrase.

“Holy shit! That’s Virginia Miller!”

A murmur of surprise goes up around the man’s loud announcement.

I turn to Carson with wide eyes. His face mirrors my panic, but then determination sets his shoulders.

He wraps an arm around me and pulls me close as he barrels his way through the crowd.

He’s a big guy, his wide shoulders carving an unforgiving path through the throng of people, and we make it to the door right as the first person reaches me.

“Virginia! Can I get a picture?”

Carson doesn’t give me a chance to turn around. He shoves us through the door and takes off for the car. Some of the crowd follows behind us, but Daren’s guys are there in a flash, keeping them back.

Daren’s holding open my car door, and the sound of it slamming closed once I’m inside is a balm to my anxiety. A second later, Carson is in the driver’s seat, and we’re taking off out of the parking lot.

“That was close.” My adrenaline is still pumping. I need a release for all the stored-up energy.

“I think the only reason we made it out is because they were all too drunk to move fast enough.”

I snort. “Probably. Not to mention, you were like a bulldozer in there.”

“I wasn’t afraid to piss some people off if it meant getting you out of there before we got mobbed.”

“It’s appreciated.”

“I’m sorry things ended like that.”

“Eh.” I shrug. “I’m used to it. I’m honestly surprised we made it as long as we did without being recognized.”

Carson hums in agreement. We ride in comfortable silence back to Sonoma.

Westlake is only slightly bigger than our hometown, and Carson has family who lives here, so we used to come hang out a lot when we were in school.

It’s been a long time since I’ve seen Carson’s Ellis cousins. There are like a million of them.

As my thoughts wander, Carson reaches over to grab my hand, intertwining our fingers and resting our hands on my bare thigh.

How can an innocent touch send heat burning through me? Why is it that Carson makes my body feel things I’ve never felt before? Is it the connection between us? Our shared history?

Whatever it is, I’m starting to get addicted to it.

Still, despite my desire, nerves are fluttering in my belly.

I can’t decide if I want to jump Carson the second we walk in my door or if I want to take things slow.

The thing is, I know he’ll follow my lead, no matter what I choose.

It’s both exactly what I need and what I don’t want.

I’m tired of overthinking everything I do.

Sometimes I want the decision to be made for me so I’ll stop wondering if I’m making a mistake.

I hate living my life in fear. I’ve spent too much time double-checking every step I make. Wesley shook my confidence, and it’s time to build it back up. No one else can do it for me, as much as I might like them to.

And there’s one thing I know for sure I want for my life right now.

I want Carson.

I want to know what it’s like to be his in every way I can be.

We’re pulling into my driveway as the idea settles in my mind. Carson doesn’t drop my hand until he’s parking the car, and I slowly let him go. I don’t wait for him to open my door, my excitement making me too antsy to sit still.

When we get inside, I follow Carson to the kitchen as he puts the plastic bag of food on the counter. I grab it and shove it into the fridge before I can chicken out. He gives me a questioning look, but before he can say anything, I surge forward to kiss him.

He grunts in surprise, and for half a second, I’m worried he isn’t going to respond.

But then he grabs me under my ass and pulls me up so my legs wrap around his waist. I rest my arms on his shoulders while our mouths move together with the same rhythm that sent me into overdrive on the dance floor.

I wasn’t bad at dancing because I hadn’t practiced; I just kept getting overwhelmed with the way Carson’s body moved against mine.

I kept thinking about how it would feel if we were in bed together, and then I’d lose the rhythm.

I tease my tongue against Carson’s, mimicking what I want from him. His groan tells me he’s in full agreement.

“Take me upstairs,” I whisper against his mouth.

Carson pulls back, cataloging my features with an intensity I’ve never seen from him.

When he nods, I realize he was deciding if this was what I truly wanted.

He kisses me again as we walk toward the stairs.

I skim my lips down his neck so he can see where we’re going.

I suck hard at the skin close to his shoulder, leaving a glorious red mark.

I’ve always wanted to do that to a partner.

Knowing Carson has to go to work tomorrow with a hickey on his neck gives me a surprising amount of pleasure.

“You’re killing me, Goose.” The gravel in Carson’s voice sends shivers down my spine.

I grin against his skin. “Good. Then you know how I feel.” We finally get to my bedroom, and I gasp when Carson chucks me onto the bed with a bounce.

Giggles escape me when he bounds across the mattress to cover me with his body. He snarls before biting down on my neck as payback, and my laugh turns into a moan.

Now I’ll have a mark to match his. I can’t wait.

I reach for Carson’s shirt, pulling it from his pants and making quick work of the buttons. He helps me get it down his shoulders, leaving him bare-chested. God, he really is built.

“I can’t believe I get to touch you like this. I’ve imagined it so many times.” I soak up the sight of him hovering over me.

“You have?” His befuddled expression makes me smile at him.

“Uh, duh. You’re hot. I’ve always thought so, but since you’ve been working with Uncle Levi, you’ve only gotten more sexy.” I cup his pecs in my hands, then move down to his defined abs. He has a happy trail that disappears into his pants, and I’m dying to see how far it goes.

Carson shudders under my hands. “You have no idea how many times I’ve dreamed of having you exactly like this.” He drops down, giving me a deep, drugging kiss. I want to feel his skin against mine, but his mouth is too distracting.

“Clothes,” I manage to murmur.

He gets the message, pulling back enough to let me undo the hooks and eyes of my corset. It’s a lot easier to take the dress off than it is to get it on. My arms were exhausted by the time I got them all hooked. It was worth every ache, though, seeing Carson’s reaction.

Although the way his heated eyes are devouring me right now, I think this might be better. The top of my dress falls off my shoulders, exposing my boobs to Carson’s hungry gaze. He reaches out to help me pull the dress down my body, leaving me only in my white underwear.

“Fuck, Ginny,” Carson curses as he takes me in. “I’m the luckiest man on the entire planet.”

I blush at his compliment. I’d be self-conscious over the fact that I’m almost naked while Carson still has his pants on, but the way he’s looking at me doesn’t give me room to feel anything less than sexy.

I sit up, moving straight for his belt buckle. Carson chuckles and helps me get all the buttons and zips undone. Then I’m shoving his slacks and underwear down until his dick is free and stretching up to his stomach.

“Holy shit.” I glance up at Carson. “How long have you been packing that in your pants?”

He snorts. “Since forever? I don’t know.”

“You would,” I murmur. “No wonder all those girls in high school wanted to get in your pants. You were hiding Thor’s hammer behind your zipper.”

Carson barks out a laugh. “You’re ridiculous.” He grips my chin and pulls me into a heated kiss. “I only ever wanted you in my pants.”

I melt at his words. What would have happened if we’d told each other how we felt back then? I don’t get a chance to think about it before Carson covers my body with his. His smooth chest rubs against my nipples in a decadent slide of flesh.

He presses kisses from my jaw to my neck and then across my chest. His nose brushes against the soft skin of my breast, turning my nipples into tight buds.

“Carson,” I moan. I spread my fingers through his hair to give myself something to hold onto.

“Is this what you want?” His hooded eyes hold my gaze as he tongues my nipple. I gasp, the sensation sending a bolt of desire through my entire body. Carson bites and sucks at my sensitive tips.

Has anyone ever orgasmed just from nipple play? There’s a good chance I’m going to, especially when Carson begins to play with both of them at the same time. He switches back and forth, using his mouth and hands until I’m squirming against him, looking for any amount of friction to get me off.

“Please, more. I need more,” I cry out.

“What do you want, Goose?”

“You. More. Anything.”

Carson smirks at me while licking down my stomach until he hits the band of my underwear. Instead of taking them off, he runs his tongue under the waistband, and I just about come off the bed.

He takes pity on me and slides the material down my thighs. I shove my hand straight for my clit, but Carson slaps it away before I can make contact.

“Mine.”

Oh, sweet Mary, mother of pearl, I’m going to die right here and now.

Carson’s calloused hands slide across my inner thighs, opening me wide for him to look his fill. I’m too overwhelmed with desire to care how exposed I am.

Then his tongue is swiping through my folds, and my body arches into him, chasing every second of pleasure he’s giving me.

He explores me, testing every reaction until he finds the one that drives me crazy.

I fist my hands in his hair to hold him to me.

If I were in my right mind, I’d worry about him suffocating, but the only thing I can focus on is the orgasm building in my body.

It’s bigger than anything I’ve ever experienced before. I’m terrified that it’s going to send me flying too high and I won’t be able to come back down.

Before I break, Carson pulls away from me, and I gasp at the loss of his body against mine. I don’t have long to be disappointed because he’s taking my mouth in a fierce kiss, and the second he thrusts into me, I detonate.