Wicked Love - Michelle Dare Page 0,27

core classes. I hate missing two days in a row.”

So now I get softly stern with her. “If I could get out of the appointments I have tomorrow, I would, but it’s just too last minute, babe. Don’t make me worry about you while I’ve got somebody in pain on my table, please?”

She scoots up and over onto my lap, facing me with a wicked grin gracing that sexy mouth of hers. “I suppose you want me to stay here where I’ll be safe, am I right?” she says, her eyes locking with mine.

“Maybe,” I reply, my hands now bracing her hips as I feel my dick harden. She feels it as well, rocking her hips back and forth slowly a couple of times, knowing she’s driving me crazy.

“Carson,” I growl huskily.

“Krew,” she replies sexily, her tongue flicking across her plump bottom lip, tempting me beyond reason. “You need to make it worth my while if you want to get your way,” she croons.

She’s such a vixen.

My hands move from her hips cupping her face and bringing her mouth to mine so I can fucking devour her. All caution is thrown to the wind because having her here is the most important thing to me right now.

Our tongues mate in a primal ritual, as my hands glide downward, over her breasts that are covered by the thick material of that damn sweatshirt I gave her earlier. I grab the bottom of it as our lips part and she holds up her arms so I can properly relieve her of it.

My hands cup her breasts, gently massaging and squeezing them as our mouths devour one another in a lusty and passionate kiss.

I moan. She moans. I won’t lie, the heat between us is palpable, and it’s mounting closer to a fevered pitch with every tangle of our tongues, with every pinch of her nipple, my cock is begging to be freed from the confines of my jeans, which are now uncomfortably tight in the crotch.

“Fucckk,” I growl, standing up still holding Carson. She wraps her legs around my hips and I carry her to my bedroom.

“Now that’s what I’m talking about,” she murmurs against my neck.

17

About Last Night

I roll over in bed and open my eyes, squinting as they adapt to the sunlight pouring in through the bedroom window. I look around and see that Krew’s up and gone.

Did he go downstairs to work? I thought maybe he’d bring me some breakfast in bed. After all, we’d burned a lot of calories last night.

Several times.

I pull the sheet up under my chin and feel my cheeks warm thinking back about it. We’d had some great wine, and that’s all it took to loosen me up and come to the party. No reservations needed.

Not that I’m all that experienced, but the first time with a guy is break-in sex. For me, it is something you just need to get out of the way, because your body-parts are strangers to one another.

And yes, I know how weird that sounds, but it’s true!

But it wasn’t like that at all with Krew. It was like we were a perfect fit. Zero awkwardness, no holding back, and I love a guy that tells me exactly what he’s going to do before he does it. Not asking permission mind you, but preparing you for what lies next. And what came next was exquisite in every sense of the word: his touch, his scent, his words, his body. It was like a melody and harmony making the perfect refrain.

I close my eyes and relive those moments of our first time the night before. Krew worried about my safety. It warmed my heart – and my heat as well.

I felt his burgeoning hard-on as I shimmied around on his lap, purposely wanting to bring his cock to attention. I generally wasn’t forward, but Krew was different than any other guy I’d known before. And I wanted him. I wanted it to happen.

He lifted me up into his strong arms and carried me to his room. I felt like I was floating. I knew he was going to give me what I wanted as soon as I felt him lower me onto his bed, and gazing down at me, clothed only in the pj bottoms he’d given me and socks. But as non-sexy as my garb was, Krew’s eyes blazed with unbridled lust as if he saw through the material, and knew just how wet and ready I was for