False Start - Jessica Ruddick Page 0,66

all of it and making me feel tiny. I wasn’t normally into feeling like a damsel in distress, but I liked how protected I felt because of his size and strength. It wasn’t just that, though. It was the possessive way he put his hands on me. I’d joked that he was a caveman when he cracked his knuckles, but maybe I liked some of his caveman tendencies.

He sucked my lower lip into his mouth, and my brain short-circuited, ending my analysis of the situation as every pore on my body tingled. I lost myself in the feeling of Carson’s warm mouth and the sensation of our skin being pressed together. His attention moved to my throat, and he trailed kisses from my next down to my chest, kissing my breasts through my bra. I arched my back so he could fit his arm under me to unhook it, but he’d already moved on to my belly. He took his time, exploring with both his hands and mouth. Pushing the flaps of my unzipped jeans aside, he ran his tongue along the band of my panties. Sucking in a breath, I turned my head to the side as heat shot to my core and vibrations started at the vee of my legs. Only my shirt was off, but he’d already pushed me so close to the edge.

Because this was Carson. He was very good at what he was doing, but no one could ever make me feel as much as he did.

I put my hands on his shoulders to ground myself physically, mentally, and emotionally. Then I gripped his arms and pulled him up toward my face, wanting to kiss him more. He understood what I wanted and brought his mouth to mine. I arched off the bed and wrapped my arms around his neck. My bare foot entwined itself around his calf.

I slipped one arm between us to undo the button of his jeans, but my fingers suddenly wouldn’t work, and the damn thing wouldn’t come undone.

Without missing a beat, Carson did it for me then stripped himself of his jeans. He smiled at me. “You need to get caught up.”

Lifting my hips, I wriggled out of my jeans as he watched. His eyes grew heavy. He bit his lip like he did when he was reading, and it was so sexy knowing he was fixated on me. He ran his hands down my body, starting at my shoulders. I sucked in a breath as he got to my belly. When his fingers skimmed over my panties, I closed my eyes and threw my head back.

“You’re gorgeous,” he said reverently.

I propped myself up on one elbow and reached behind to unhook my bra. Sliding it off my shoulders, I watched as Carson’s eyes darkened and his breath hitched.

He leaned down to draw one nipple into his mouth while he caressed the other breast with his hand. His kisses trailed lower again, but instead of stopping at the top of my panties, he slid one finger under them to tug them down my thighs. Heat rushed to my core as his mouth moved against my inner thigh.

Carson moved back up my body, and I eagerly leaned forward to kiss him. His fingers slipped between my folds, and suddenly I forgot how to kiss as my entire body quaked.

“Is this okay?” he whispered.

“Yeah.” The only reason I managed to form a word was because I was desperate for him to keep touching me. He stroked and teased, building the pressure within me until it felt like I couldn’t take anymore. Then he plunged a finger inside me, and I cried out as my muscles gripped him tightly. His thumb pressed on my clit as his finger worked. I moaned, my breath coming in short pants.

“Hold on to me,” he said, his breath warm in my ear. I did as he said. Moments later, my entire body seized as I rode the wave of pleasure.

“That was so fucking hot,” Carson said. He put his mouth all over my body, not giving me time to recover. The pressure began to immediately build again.

I ran my hands over his body, tracing each line of his abs then following the trail of hair that disappeared into his boxers. Taking a deep, courage-inducing breath, I dipped beneath the fabric and took him in my hand.

Tentatively, I stroked, and he let out a grunt of approval. I pushed his boxers down his thighs, and he shed them