Chapter Two
Abby was feverish, the intense and nearly desperate need raging through her, was genuinely scary.
She’d never felt this way before. It wasn’t as if she’d never had sex before but this throbbing, insistent ache deep inside her wasn’t a familiar feeling.
Her heart had lost its rhythm minutes ago, her blood was roaring so loudly through her veins, everyone around them should be able to hear it.
Not even the cool air outside did anything to dampen the fever that was rapidly spreading throughout her body. They moved through the crowds on the sidewalk, but she didn’t see or hear anything else. All she was aware of was the warm hand on her hip and the strong arm steering her forward.
The cowboy kept his arm around her all the way into the elevator of his hotel. It was empty. As they moved inside, she ended up in front of him. As his arms slipped around her, she leaned back into his lean body, wanting to keep as close to him as humanly possible.
In the mirror against the wall, they stared at each other. While watching her, his hands moved restlessly up and down her sides, shifting closer and closer to her aching breasts.
Oh, my goodness, when would this thing stop?
As if reading her mind, he bent down and buried his face in her neck while those clever hands continued to destroy her.
Finally, unable to keep still, she turned in his arms. His mouth was on hers before she could take her next breath.
But that was okay, maybe oxygen at a time like this was a tad overrated.
Her hands slid up his back, exploring every inch of solid cowboy.
Faraway, something pinged and the cowboy lifted his head. “My floor,” he gulped before navigating her into the corridor.
With his arm tightly around her, they moved past doors until he finally stopped in front of one. As he opened it, he turned to her, both colors of his eyes burning. “You sure?”
Ignoring his question, she walked past him into the room. Faraway, a little voice was trying to get her attention, but as the sound of the door locking behind her reached her, she forgot about everything else.
The need to be with this man was so intense, so powerful, she was burning up. She was done asking questions she didn’t have answers to.
Pulling the top over her head and dropping it to the floor, she turned to face him. Inhaling sharply, his eyes traveled over her.
His gaze never leaving hers, he dropped his hat, his hands reaching for the buttons on his shirt. Slowly, ever so slowly, he strode toward her. By the time he was right in front of her, his shirt was unbuttoned.
Her eyes zoomed in on the remarkable six-pack right before her eyes. Shoving the sides of his shirt away, she stepped closer, the need to put her hands on him so strong it wouldn’t be ignored any longer.
“Wow, impressive, cowboy,” she whispered. Moving closer, her lips ended up against his neck. The subtle tones of musk and leather mingled with his own earthy scent, slipped in through her open mouth, heating her blood further, clouding her brain.
“Damn, woman.” As he pulled her close, his growl sent shivers down her spine. Before she could catch her breath, his mouth met hers in a sizzling kiss.
Gasping, she shuddered, and as if that was what he’d been waiting for, his tongue shot through to where hers was eagerly waiting to dance.
Sensation after sensation slammed into her and still she couldn’t get enough. She wanted more, so much more. Need, so sharp, so intense, was clawing mercilessly at her insides.
And as if reading her mind, he slipped her bra straps over her shoulders. Gasping, he lifted his head, his eyes burning with the same fever burning inside her.
“Look at you,” he rasped as his gaze dropped to her breasts. “Red satin will forever be my favorite.”
Thanking her lucky stars for her love for sexy underwear, she quickly unhooked her bra, not even bothering to grab it as it fell.
“Beautiful,” he whispered as his hands finally covered her aching breasts.
With his desire throbbing against her and his big hands massaging her breasts, her head fell backward, giving him more access. Desire streaked through her like hot wine until a whirlwind simply picked her up.
As she was spinning out of control, his mouth closed over one of her aching nipples, lights exploded behind her eyes, and without any mercy she was thrown over the edge of a high mountain. Sobbing, she let go and flew.
*
In awe, Carson picked her up and walked to the big bed in the middle of the room. “You are something special,” he whispered as his mouth trailed kisses all over her face. “I love that you’re so responsive to my touch.”
As she slowly opened her eyes, he gently put her down.
“What about you?” Still breathless, her hands slid up over his back.
“Oh, I’ll have my turn,” he chuckled. “But first.” He lifted the braid and loosened the tight fastening holding it in place. Carefully he combed her hair with his fingers. “I’ve been itching to do this. I want to see your hair spread out over your shoulders.”
“I have a hairbrush,” she said and quickly turned away.
Watching her as she bent down to pick up her bag, his mouth watered. Seconds later, she returned with the brush.
“Turn around,” he said as he took it from her.
He carefully picked up a few strands of hair before he gently moved the brush down her silky tresses.
With every stroke of the brush, his blood heated a little more, his breath caught a little longer until everything around them faded and all he was aware of was the soft strands in his hands and her labored breath. Or was it his?
Dropping the brush, he slipped his hands in her hair, slowly combing through the smooth tresses. Soon though, it wasn’t enough, he wanted more of her. Moving his hands over her shoulders, he explored every delightful inch as his hands moved ever so slowly down to cup her gorgeous breasts.
Lifting a hand, she touched his face and turned her head. Their lips met in a searing kiss while his hand moved further down her body.
“I just think we’re still a tad overdressed, don’t you?” he whispered.
“Indeed.” Turning around, she put her hands on his hips.
“Let me.” With a slow smile, her breath still not quite steady, she loosened first his belt and then the top button of his jeans. Frowning slightly with concentration, she opened the rest of the buttons before she pushed down his jeans.
As he sprang free, her eyes widened on a gasp.
Feeling ten feet tall, he grinned as he got rid of his boots and kicked his jeans away. “Like what you see?”
“Oh, yeah.” Her hand closed around him.
For a moment he enjoyed the sensation, but he quickly grabbed her hand to stop her. “I don’t want this to end too soon. Besides, one of us is still wearing too much. My turn.” He pushed her gently on to the bed. Leaning back on her elbows, she watched him, her hair spread over her shoulders.
“Beautiful,” he murmured as he opened the top button of her jeans before he slowly pulled down the zipper.
“Oh, for goodness’s sake, hurry up,” she growled and lifting her hips quickly pushed down her jeans.
Laughing, he pulled them all the way off and dropped them on the floor. As he joined her on the bed, his smile disappeared. All she was still wearing was a tiny scrap of red satin.
Slowly he slipped his hand from her neck down between her breasts, still further down until he reached the red triangle. Her breath hitching, her eyes darkened. Cupping her breast, he bent down to have another taste.
Eager hands slipped into his hair, pulling him closer. With his heated blood rushing through his veins, he suckled and licked and feasted on her luscious curves. Only when she was quivering restlessly below him, did he lift his head.
Locking eyes with her, he slipped his hand down her body in slow circles, stopping only when he reached the top of the red triangle. Her breath fell over her lips in gasps, her eyes roaming feverishly over his face. Licking her bottom lip, she reached for him, pulling his head down.
As his mouth closed over hers, her groan tumbled through him, so sweet he nearly lost it then and there. He wanted more, though. More of her, more of everything. Leaving her mouth, his lips trailed down her neck back to her breasts where he just had to feast again before he continued his journey.
*
As he burned a path down her body with his lips and teeth and tongue, Abby’s mind was clouded by lust, so strong, so overwhelming, she wasn’t sure whether she’d ever recover.
She didn’t know this man, she’d probably never see him again, but this moment, here with him, she wouldn’t trade for anything in the world. Desire crashed over her in one relentless wave after the other.
When he got rid of the last barrier, his mouth moving still further down, her back bowed from the bed in an effort to give him as much as she possibly could and when his mouth finally closed over her heat, she came undone in an instant.
When she opened her eyes, he was above her, his eyes feverish. “I need … I need to be with you. Now.”
Opening her arms, she welcomed him home. As he slowly slid inside her, her legs and arms slipped around him bringing him closer.
“You okay?” he muttered, holding still for a moment.
“Only if you don’t stop.”
“Won’t dream of it,” he chuckled. “Look at me?”
With her eyes locked with his eyes, the one blue, the one brown, she tried. Her senses wanted to soak up every single sensation so that she could replay this extraordinary night over and over again. This stranger who was giving her so much pleasure, she’d never forget.
“You, like this,” he whispered, forming a square with his fingers. “I’d love to take a picture of this moment.”
Before she could react, he was moving. Slow, excruciatingly slow, but as he picked up the pace, she easily matched his rhythm, desperate to finally assuage the unbearable throbbing ache deep inside her.
With her blood roaring in her ears and her fingers digging into his shoulders, a torrent, fiercer storm than before, picked her up.