He moved her hand up, placing it around the back of his neck again. “Hold on.” Grabbing the back of her left thigh, he wrapped it around his hip, bringing them groin to groin.
She buried her face in his neck and her hot breath sent goose bumps down his arms.
Carson bent down to align his cock, pausing at her opening. It was on the tip of his tongue to ask if she was ready or to tell her he’d go slow, but he hadn’t done a play by play so far; no need to do it now.
Her hand on his chest tightened, her nails digging into his pectoral as he fed his c**k into her.
He closed his eyes, tempted to grit his teeth as her sheath enveloped him. Jesus. She was so tight. Wet, but tight. And hot. An overwhelming need to move had him holding his breath.
Her softly whispered, “Yes, more,” was the signal he needed.
He managed a couple of slow thrusts—pulling out fully and pushing back in to the root—keeping one hand braced on the car and the other hand on her knee, holding her steady.
When Carolyn started rocking into him, her hot tongue tracing his collarbone while her thumb scraped his nipple, he kicked up the pace.
It wasn’t long before he rammed into that yielding channel harder every time, his balls no longer swinging forward, but tight. Ready to blow.
Without missing a stroke his lips traveled down her face, from her temple to her jaw and then over to fuse his mouth to hers. The burning passion between them flared higher. Hotter. She pulled his hair. Her kiss was ferocious. She canted her hips, matching his every hard thrust.
At that rate Carson knew he’d be spilling inside her soon. Not knowing how close she was, he reached between their straining bodies and spread open the upper section of her pu**y. When he pushed back inside her, he kept his groin pressed into hers, keeping constant contact on her clit.
Carolyn started to shudder and he felt the rippling pulses of her pu**y around his shaft. Instead of throwing her head back, she curled into him, pressing her mouth against the ball of his shoulder as she climaxed. With each rhythmic pulse her teeth sunk deeper into his flesh.
Who knew that sexy love bite as she came would do it for him?
Those glove-tight walls sucked every bit of seed from his balls. He didn’t hammer into her as he started to come. Slowing down prolonged every hot burst and he couldn’t stop the, “Fuckin’ hell, woman,” from tumbling out of his mouth before his brain functions ceased entirely.
At some point he’d tipped his head back. Rain spattering his face roused him out of that post-orgasmic void. He glanced down to see Carolyn staring up at him. Her hair was soaked; she had makeup smudged beneath her eyes. Her lips were curved in a very feminine smile; her eyes were half-lidded with sexual satisfaction.
She was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.
“Carolyn—”
She placed her fingers over his lips. “Don’t say anything. This was everything I thought it’d be. Thank you.” Then she kissed him with sweet reverence as she stared into his eyes. “This was perfect. You were perfect, Carson.”
“Sugar.” He framed her face in his hands and covered her mouth with his, their bodies still connected. They kissed until they each had their fill, balancing tenderness with lingering desire. “I wish I could take you home and tuck you in my bed.”
“I do too. But I need to get going.”
She only winced a little when he pulled out.
He lowered her leg and righted her panties and skirt before he fought with the wet, cold denim around his knees. Her hands shook as she buttoned her blouse. Carson didn’t bother fastening his shirt; he was going straight home and Cal wouldn’t care if he stumbled into the trailer naked.
He picked up her key ring and inserted the key into the lock. It popped on the first try. When he opened the door, she smiled at him.
“What?”
“For the first time ever I’m happy that lock sticks.”
“Me too.” He placed a kiss on the side of her neck and murmured, “Don’t be alarmed if you think someone is followin’ you home. It’s just me.”
“Carson. You don’t have to. It’s another thirty miles out of your way.”
“It’s late, it’s raining, and you’re alone, so yeah, I’m followin’ you. Like it or not.”
“Okay.” She kissed his chin. “You’re sweet.”
He snorted. “First time I’ve heard that.”
“Then I’m happy to be the first one to have noticed it.”
“I wanna see you tomorrow, Caro.” And the day after that, and the day after that.
“I don’t know if I can swing it.”
“The next night then.” But he knew he couldn’t stay away from her for even one day.
She planted another kiss on his lips. “Drive safe after you see me home, okay?”
“I will.”
Chapter Seven
Carolyn
The house was so quiet.
It was strange being the only one home. Her father had taken her mother into Rapid City for doctor’s appointments and they’d be gone until suppertime. Marshall was in Cheyenne overnight. Stuart and Thomas were both at work. For the next few hours she could do anything she wanted.
She could finish the pedal pushers she’d started last week. She could weed the garden. Or she could wander into the field behind the house, searching for wild parsnips and mushrooms, or pick a bouquet of wildflowers for her room.
Or she could sit here with the sun warming her face, reliving every moment of losing her virginity to Carson McKay.