The Merriest Magnolia (Magnolia Sisters #2) - Michelle Major Page 0,69
her throat, nipping at the sensitive place in the crook of her collarbone. “From what?”
“From us.”
Us. She liked the sound of that word on his lips.
“What about Sam?” She managed the words despite her body commanding her to be quiet and enjoy the moment.
“He’s the soundest sleeper I’ve ever met,” Dylan said. “We have the main floor all to ourselves.”
Reassured, she smiled as he tugged the sweater over her head and then did the same with the thick Henley he wore.
He claimed her mouth again as he maneuvered them so that he was lying on the sofa with Carrie straddling his lean hips.
She lifted her head to look down at his broad chest. The glow from the Christmas tree bathing them in gentle light, she ran her palms across the corded muscles there and along his shoulders. Unable to resist, she lowered again and licked one tight nipple, the hiss of breath that escaped his lips both gratifying and exhilarating.
Their mouths came together, more insistent in the need that sparked between them. She felt his hands moving along her back, deft fingers making quick work of her bra clasp. The straps fell from her shoulders and she tossed aside the delicate fabric without a second thought, wanting to feel his skin against hers.
A moan broke from her lips as he cupped her breasts in his hands, flicking a thumb across the sensitive tips.
“So beautiful,” he said, urging her higher until he could close his mouth around one nipple.
Heat pooled low in her as her hips moved against him, sensation spiraling through her as he sucked harder then blew cool air against her heated skin.
“Naked,” she said, pressing her hands on his chest for balance.
“Is that a request or a command?”
“Command,” she said without hesitation, earning a sexy grin from Dylan.
“I like you in control.”
So did she, although she never would have guessed it. She climbed off him, and he led her to his bedroom before peeling the black yoga pants she wore down over her hips and legs. It didn’t take long until they were a tangle of limbs and kisses and whispered murmurs between the sheets of his big bed.
When he entered her and they moved together, it felt so right that Carrie had to blink away the tears that sprung to her eyes.
What kind of silly fool cried during sex?
She fused her mouth to his instead, kissing him deeply even as emotion clogged her throat.
As the pressure built inside her it was like being on a roller coaster making its way up that first big hill. Sensation spiraled through her along with anticipation of the pleasure she knew was imminent.
And when her release broke over her, careening through her and plunging her over the edge, Carrie was helpless to do anything but hold on to Dylan’s broad shoulders for the wild ride.
He groaned into her mouth and she felt his body tense for several languorous moments, and then he relaxed against her.
She held him, or they held each other, in the minutes after, the soft whirl of the wind outside the bedroom window the only sound in the quiet house.
“It only gets better between us,” he said when he finally lifted his head.
“Too much better and you’re going to kill me with the satisfaction of it,” she told him with a forced laugh. Concentrate on the physical part of it, she counseled herself. Not the emotional. Keep that separate. Keep her heart safe. Although somewhere deep inside she knew it was too late for that.
“What a way to go,” he said, unaware of the struggle going on inside her. He placed a gentle kiss on her forehead and then dropped beside her, keeping one arm draped across her stomach. Like she belonged to him.
Oh, how she wanted to belong to him.
But Carrie was smart enough not to let herself give in to that wish. Dylan scratched an itch she’d had for too long. It had been years since she’d dated, an embarrassingly long time to be without a man’s touch.
That was why this felt like more. She was a plant soaking up water and sunshine after being ignored in a dry, dark place. Of course it would mean something to her. But she couldn’t let it.
As much as she wanted to snuggle into him and let sleep find her safe within the comfort of his arms, she moved away, throwing back the sheet and allowing the cool air of the room to bring her to her senses.