Chapter 13 #2
This kiss was deeper and more passionate than the first. Carson’s hands slid to her back and pulled her closer, so their bodies were flush. One hand coasted down to grip her ass cheek. Allie could feel the cool air kissing her nether regions.
Sandy had tried convincing her to go panty-less, but that was too much for Allie. She had opted to wear seamless underwear, so she chose a thong that revealed more than it concealed. She could feel his bare fingers grazing a hint of skin. If he noticed, he didn’t react.
Allie wrapped her arms under his and gripped his shoulders, pulling him tight as the kiss consumed them. Once again, time and place faded around her. She sank into the kiss, her mouth opening as Carson’s tongue probed inside.
Even though they were pressed against each other, it wasn’t close enough for Allie. She wanted skin-to-skin. She wanted to feel all of him. She wished she could climb over him. Feel him thrusting inside of her.
Allie felt the hot pulse of steel grind against her core.
She hiked her leg up to his hip, wanting to feel it against her clit.
Needing the friction to take her over the edge.
It didn’t matter that they were standing in the kitchen or that their relationship was new, along with the fact that she never rushed into bed with a man.
Allie was needy and achy and knew only Carson could ease her.
Carson’s grip on her ass cheek tightened, and he groaned low and deep in his throat when his fingers smoothed over bare skin.
“Fuck, are you bare under that dress?” he asked, his voice husky.
“No, well, I have a thong on.” She bit her lip so she didn’t add that Sandy had tried to get her to go panty-less. She didn’t want to bring up Sandy while her leg was wrapped around his hip and his hand was on her ass while her core rubbed against his bulge.
Carson groaned again as he rested his forehead against hers. “You’re going to be the death of me.”
“But it will be a pleasurable one.”
Carson stole another kiss before pulling back with her bottom lip the same as she had done to him the day before. “You’re not playing fair.”
“I never said I did.” She smiled coyly before kissing him again, her hand coming back around to his chest then reaching up to wrap around his neck.
“As much as I would like to continue this, dinner is getting cold, and I don’t want it to go to waste.”
“You’re right.” She pouted even though she agreed with him. He swatted her ass before sliding to the side and readjusting himself.
Allie pulled down her dress to recover her bits. The dress had hiked up so high, her whole ass was showing. She glanced over at Carson who was staring intently at her ass with the plates in his hands.
Allie felt a feminine thrill go through her. No man had ever looked at her like that before. Like her body was a banquet feast he couldn’t wait to gorge himself on. “Can I help?”
“No, I got it.” He brushed past her, appearing unfazed after what had just happened. Allie, on the other hand, was still flushed with her heart was racing, her breathing heavy.
“This looks great,” Allie commented, taking a seat across from Carson and looking at her plate of steak and asparagus with a baked potato.
“Thanks, after I got out of the service, I had to learn to cook for myself or starve.”
“Luckily, my mother taught me. Not that I appreciated it at the time, but it came in handy once I got out of college and didn’t have the convenience of a cafeteria at my disposal.
Turned out I enjoyed cooking.” Which was funny because she’d hated it as a kid.
She’d rather sneak off with her brothers and go hunting than slaving in the kitchen to feed the lazy menfolk who couldn’t be bothered to learn to cook for themselves.
“I can’t say I ever enjoy it, but it has come in handy.”
“To wow your feminine guests,” she said in a light tone while secretly wondering how many women had been sitting where she was.
“You’re actually the first female guest I’ve had here.”
Allie found that hard to believe, but she wasn’t going to call him a liar. “Well, I feel honored then. So how has it come in handy if not feeding others?”
“Survival. I wouldn’t be in the shape I’m in if all I ate was cereal and sandwiches.”
“So, what do you do to stay in shape?” She had a rough idea after watching him hike, but she was curious what one had to do to get the body he had and maintain it.
“I go for runs with my coworkers. Some weight training and other things.”
Allie didn’t restrain when she pulled a face. “I always hated working out. I much prefer getting outside and going for hikes or climbs as opposed to going to a gym or running.”
“I’ve done it for so long now, it’s like second nature.” He shrugged. “So have I been?” he asked before taking a bite of food.
“Have you been what?” she countered, confused at what he was referring to.
“Forgiven.”
“Oh,” Allie ducked her head, feeling the hot flush on her cheeks, “Yes, you’re forgiven.” More than forgiven. She’d honestly forgotten about his walking away after she’d tried to touch his scars.
“Eat up. I have dessert as well.”
“You bake too?” She couldn’t keep the shock out of her voice.
“No,” he chuckled, “Definitely not. I barely cook without burning things. Grilling doesn’t take much skill, but I draw the line at baking. I picked up a cake at the store.”
“Oh, what kind of cake?” Allie had a wicked sweet tooth and had never met a sweet treat she didn’t like.
“Chocolate.”
“That’s my favorite.” Then again, it was the staple favorite of the world, she figured. You couldn't go wrong with it.
“I know. That’s why I got it.”
Her hips weren’t going to be happy with her. Oh well. She’d have one slice to be nice.
Throughout dinner, Carson kept giving her heated glances.
Whatever had transpired in the kitchen hadn’t gone away, only ebbed.
Not needing much to reignite it. Allie felt the same way.
She was surprised the dining room table didn’t ignite from the friction between them.
She wanted to do nothing more than swipe the food from the table, climb on top of it, and pull Carson to her.
She wanted him so much that she didn’t even need foreplay to be so wet.
An image conjured in her mind of him laying her out on the table and lifting up the bottom of her dress. He didn’t even bother removing his pants, just opened the button, lowered the zipper, and pushed his pants down to just below his ass. He’d pull her underwear to the side and slide inside her.
Allie had seen the bulge. She knew he’d be big and stretch her to the point of pain. A delicious pain. She would ache and feel sore for days and love every minute of it.
“Are you close?”
“What?” Allie blinked, coming back to reality.
“Are you close to being finished with dinner?” he asked, pointing at her mostly cleared plate.
“Yeah.” Allie collected both of their empty plates and headed into the kitchen, needing a moment to get herself back under control.
“What are you doing?” Carson asked, following right behind her.
“Cleaning dishes.” She needed to busy herself with something other than thinking about sex and throwing herself down on the table to offer herself up like a pagan sacrifice.
“Allie, stop. It’s my house. I can clean the dishes,” he protested, trying to take the dishes from her, but she avoided him each time.
“You cooked. I don’t mind.”
“Come on, the dishes will still be there tomorrow.” He gripped her left forearm and pulled her away from the sink.
“But the food will harden on the plates and cooking pans. It should at least soak overnight if you’re not going to wash them tonight.”
Carson kissed the side of her neck, and she instantly forgot her protest. The fire blazed anew between them.
She gripped the counter so she didn’t turn in his arms and tear open his shirt.
That really would ruin the moment. “I’ll take care of the dishes later.
You go sit back down, and I’ll bring out the cake. ”
Allie wanted to protest, but he was right. This was his house. His rules. “Alright, but only a small slice.”
“Go.” He swatted her ass again as she stepped away.