at her.
“I think you’re right,” I finally confess.
“About what?”
“About us. I think our relationship can handle a night of fun between two friends,” I tell her, knowing damn well one night will never be enough. But for now, I’ll stick with one night to see how things go and progress between us.
Her eyes are wide with surprise and her mouth is hanging open. I expect her to say something, but instead, she just gets out and closes the door. I climb out quickly, wondering what in the hell she’s doing, but then I see her walk into her mother’s house and close the door behind her.
Well, fuck.
Seven
Felicity
My heart is racing a mile a minute. Carson just agreed. He wants to be with me. And what did I do? I panicked and ran off. But I’m not running. No, I’m preparing. I go to my room and lie on my bed, trying to wrap my mind around this. What does this mean? That he’s willing to sleep with me? Does it mean that he actually wants to be with me? That he’s finally letting his guard down? Or is he just giving in to my wishes since I don’t seem to be letting up? I thought I’d be happy when he gave in, but now, it doesn’t feel right. I feel like a child who threw a fit to get their way. All I know is that tonight, I’m going over there and I’m going to collect on years of fantasies.
Hours pass and I finally have myself talked into taking what I want. I take a shower and shave nearly every inch of my body. I scrub every nook and cranny of my body, then climb out and slather myself in lotion that I know he loves. Then I add a little makeup and curl my hair the way he likes it. I search through my clothes and find a red and white bra and panty set. The underwear and cups of the bra are red satin but the top waistband of the panties have a white band around them just like the cups of the bra. It’s my Mrs. Clause set which is perfect for this moment cuz Santa is coming early this year and I hope he’s ready because I’m about to be really naughty.
I pair the bra and panty set with some white stockings and a garter belt, then slide my feet into some bright-red high heels. I grab my longest coat that goes well past my knees and sneak out of my house. I’d hate for my mother to stop me right now, knowing that I’m about to go have mind-blowing sex with Carson freaking Wells. I walk across the yard and knock on the door. His mother answers and she doesn’t think anything considering it’s about twenty degrees out and I’m wearing a giant ass coat that covers me from my neck practically to my ankles.
“Can I speak to Carson, please?” I ask.
“Of course, dear. He’s in his room. Go ahead and go back.” She opens the door wider and allows me to walk through. I knock on his door and a moment later, he’s pulling the door open. He sees it’s me and his smile returns.
“Hey, what are you doing here? What happened earlier; why’d you take off?”
I walk past him and he closes the door, spinning around to face me.
“Santa has come early this year and so will you,” I say, unfastening my coat and letting it fall around my feet.
His eyes stretch wide and he smiles. “What’s this?”
I walk up to him and place my hands on his shoulders. “You agreed, didn’t you?”
“I did,” he says, nodding his head.
“Well,” I say, motioning toward my body, “Get ready to open your present early this year.”
“You walked past my mother like this?”
“Well, no. I had my coat on,” I remind him.
“You know,” he says as I start to push him back toward the bed. “I was hoping to do this right, you know? A date, nice dinner, wine and dine you.”
I shake my head. “Carson, we’ve had like fifteen years of foreplay. I don’t need wined and dined.” I close the distance between us and move my mouth to his. It doesn’t take him long to warm up to me. His hands find my hips and he picks me up and holds me against him. My legs wrap around his hips as he carries me over to the bed. As he crawls up onto the