to spend those few moments wisely,” I reply, pressing my lips to her stomach. She looks so gorgeous, her hair a mess, her skin carrying the marks of our love. Wrapping my arms around her waist I just inhale the fuck out of her.
“What are you—oh my God! My eyes!”
Both of our heads immediately jerk upwards to find Rose spinning away from the bedroom door.
“Rose,” I growl. “What the hell are you doing here?”
“What am I doing? What are you—actually don’t answer that!”
40
Carson
“Hurry back.”
“You’re sure you want me to come back?”
Fee’s mouth opens with a retort, hands rising to her hips, hips I can’t help but hug, pulling her reticent yet fucking luscious form against me.
“Now, I didn’t mean it like that,” I murmur, pressing my lips against her neck. “I just meant maybe you’d like to spend the day with Remy and Rose. You know, given they’re flying back to France this evening.”
“Oh, you’re not getting out of breakfast with the French inquisition so easily. You’d better get this butt back here—” her hands give the globes of my ass a tight squeeze “—back here pretty darned quick.”
“Yes, ma’am.” I mirror her actions, my cock growing hard between us.
“Which means we don’t have time for this,” she says, despite rubbing her body against mine. Squeezing and rubbing.
“You want to know what I’m thinking?”
“No,” she says, the word about fifty percent giggle, my body following hers as she tries to twist from my grasp. “It’s already written on your face. We don’t have time.”
“I can be quick.”
“That’s not something a woman wants to hear. Oh!” Her gaze darkens, the tenor of that little noise very different as bite her nipple over her T-shirt.
“That’s what I mean by quick. You won’t even have to take off your clothes.”
“Speaking of clothes, do you really want to sit across the table from Everett in last night’s crumpled suit? Listening to him tease you about being a dirty stop out, asking if you want a lift so you don’t have to endure the walk of shame.”
“Fuck that. I’m doing a victory lap, and Rose will back me up.”
“Did you see how excited she was. Well, once we’d put our clothes back on.” The silly woman thought we might be kissing when she busted in on us. “She looked like she was auditioning for Riverdance.”
“I think I need to meet your dad,” I find myself saying, though Fee doesn’t reply. Not immediately.
“Mum and dad are still coming to visit,” she replies, regarding me steadily.
“Yeah, but I don’t think I want to wait that long.”
“He’s a very entertaining man, my dad. But not so funny that you’d—”
“Quit fishing for details. You know exactly why I need to meet him.”
“Hmm.” She turns from me all luscious and sassy, a smile hiding in those pursed lips. “I don’t think—”
Catching her arm, I turn her to face me. “I want to marry you,” I say, pulling her to my chest. “And I want to do it right, get your parents blessing, and then maybe someday, if you’re a good little girl, I might just ask you.”
“I might ask you first.” Her eyes sparkle as she presses her hands to my chest.
“That is an idea I can get behind.” And so I do, spinning her to face the couch, pressing my body over hers. My body. My hands. My mark.
I just can’t get enough of her.
“Carson—”
“Just let me love you a little right now.”
“Your little always makes my knees feel like jelly.” Her words are tremorous as she hooks her thumbs into the waistband of her pants. Her eyes are bright as she twists her head over her shoulder. I pause in the act of loosening my fly in fucking awe of the love shining there.
Love, desire, and delight.
“Sweet girl, I forget I have knees at all every time I look at you.”
“What are you two doing?” a suspicious little voice intones.
I drop my head to Fee’s back as I stuff a very hard dick back into my pants.
“This hotel suite is not my happy place,” I mutter, pulling Fee’s pants back over her ass.
“I thought you sounded very happy last night,” Fee murmurs. When she turns to face me, she’s the picture of wide-eyed goodness. “In fact, some would say you were positively exuberant.”
“You, angel, I murmur, bringing my lips to her ear. “Only you get to hear my exuberance.”
“Somebody is ’apossed to answer my question,” the little dictator in pink pyjamas declares, her tiny hands in the air