Chapter 23
“What did you think of my friends?” Carson asked after the last guests had left, which were Sandy and Jack.
Sandy had drunk too much, and Jack offered to drive her home.
Allie hadn’t thought it was a great idea given their hate for each other, but Jack had been nothing but a gentleman as he assisted her to his car.
Sandy must not have been feeling well because she didn’t even protest when Jack wrapped an arm around her waist and guided her.
“Your friends were really nice,” Allie responded honestly. “Zoe reminds me a lot of Sandy.”
Carson laughed at that. “Yeah, I can see the similarities.”
“I’m curious about something, though.” Allie hoped it wasn’t stepping out of his imaginary boundaries to ask, but she wanted to know.
“What’s that?”
“Zoe said she met Greg through a work association, but then while eating Greg said they’d met at a club. So which is it?”
Allie expected him to be evasive like he always was when talking about his friends, but for once, he was forthcoming with information. “Both. They met at a club in town, then later they reconnected through a work collaboration.”
“Does your office work with feds often?” Odd for paper pushers to work with the feds.
“No, that was a first and I’m sure a last.”
Oh.
“Enough about Zoe and Greg. I’m more interested in you.” His voice turned husky as he wrapped her in his arms.
“Me? I’ve told you before, I’m not that interesting.”
Carson pulled her into his arms, wrapping his hands around her back. “I beg to differ.”
Allie melted into his touch like hot butter. This was exactly where she had wanted to be all day. “Oh yeah, and what do you find so interesting, hmmm?”
“This dress for one thing.” He glanced down at it. For once, it wasn’t one of Sandy’s but one that she’d bought. She’d bought several so now she didn’t have to worry about getting anything on them. This one was a wrap dress that was held closed by a sash.
“You like it?” She stepped back and spun around, showing it off.
“You are a temptress in it. I’ve been dreaming about peeling you out of it all day,” he said, pulling her back into his arms, his hands gripping her back before loosening as if he was afraid he’d hurt her.
“The nice part about this dress is there is only a sash here that holds it together.”
Carson groaned. “See, temptress.”
“What else do you find interesting?” she asked, finding this playful side of his fun. She was seeing it more and more often now.
“Your mouth.”
How was her mouth interesting? Because she sometimes managed to say the wrong thing? Not very interesting. “What about my mouth?”
“How sweet it is.” He leaned down and kissed her. “Like honey and chocolate.” His tongue drove between her lips, and Allie eagerly opened for him. She’d been hungering for a real kiss from him all day. The most intimate they’d been had been a peck on the head and hand holding.
Allie sank into the kiss. It was like coming home. This was what she’d been missing all day. His hands gripped the back of her dress.
“Your mouth is pretty sweet too. And drugging.”
“Drugging, huh?” She felt him smile against her lips. “Do my kisses make you light-headed?” He trailed kisses down the side of her neck to her collarbone as she felt the sash loosen. “Mmm hmm.”
“Weak at the knees?” He pulled the material apart, the silky sash gliding across her abdomen.
“Yes,” she husked, leaning further back as his lips trailed down to her now-exposed chest. She lost her balance and started to wobble, but Carson’s arms held her steady.
“We can’t have you falling now.” He swept his left arm under her knees, lifted her up, and cradled her to his chest. Allie wrapped her arms around his neck, not that she feared him dropping her. Carson had a strong grip on her. She just wanted to use this opportunity to touch him.
Allie could feel the raised flesh under his shirt. She leaned forward and kissed the unmarred side of his neck before peppering soft kisses across his collarbone to the scarred side. Carson’s grip against her knee tightened.
“Allie, stop.” His voice was hoarse and strained as if he were wound tighter than a bowstring. Allie froze, her lips hovering over his skin before she pulled back and kissed him on the lips. Saying with her mouth she was sorry, though she really wasn’t.
Allie wished she could convey to him that his scars didn’t bother her. She wanted to see all of him, but she would have to wait until he was ready. She couldn’t push him no matter how ready she was. His grip loosened and then he started moving away from the kitchen and turned down the hall.
“Where are we going?” Though she already knew. There were only two options on this side of the house.
“Bedroom.” He carried her to the bed and set her on her feet at the side of the bed. He pushed open the gaping flaps of her dress and pulled it the rest of the way off before it fluttered to her feet.
“I like where this is headed,” Allie purred as Carson bent down to pick up her dress and draped it over his dresser.
“Will that suffice?”
“Yes, thank you.” It was sweet of him to think about her concerns for wrinkled clothes. She knew it should be the last thing on her mind right now, and it was, but she still had to go home, and she didn’t want to have to iron it to get the wrinkles out.
“Anything to make you happy,” he murmured, coming back over to her. Allie opened her arms and cradled him.
“You make me happy,” she stated honestly.
“You make me happy too.” He swooped down and kissed her soundly. Allie eagerly opened for him as they fell onto the bed.
Sliding a hand under her back, Carson helped support Allie as he maneuvered them further onto the bed and rested Allie’s head on the pillow.
His right hand glided down her side to her thigh and pulled it up, high on his hip. Allie raised her other knee to cradle him between her legs as their tongues danced and dueled. Her hands gripped his hair, holding him close. This was as close to skin-to-skin contact as he would allow her.
Even when they made love, he only took his pants off or just lowered them enough to slide inside of her, like when they’d made love in the kitchen.
He didn’t let her rub her feet on his bare skin.
He didn’t even like her touching his neck.
She always had to be conscious of where she was touching him.
He let her touch his arms and chest, but only through the shirt.
She kept hoping one day he would tell her what had happened.
Let her see the extent of his scars, but she was starting to think that was never going to happen, and she was too chicken to push the issue.
It wasn’t a deal breaker, but she knew as long as he kept barriers between them, they would never truly be close.
“Where are you?” Carson asked, his voice penetrating her thoughts.
“I’m right here.”
“You feel a million miles away.”
“Never,” she assured him with a smile, then started peppering kisses along his jaw to distract him and pull herself back into the moment. Now wasn’t the time to think about all the would-nots in their relationship.
Allie lowered her left leg and intertwined it with Carson’s and then braced her hands on his elbows. She distracted him with kisses until she heaved her weight, tossed him on his back, and straddled his waist.
Allie sat back with a shit-eating grin on her face. Carson looked up at her in amazement. “Impressive.” He thrust his hips up, rubbing his erection against her core.
“You haven’t seen anything yet.” Allie scooted back on his legs until she straddled his calves, her face over his crotch. Carson watched her intently as she slowly opened his pants and pulled his cock free.
She stroked her hand up and down gingerly. Teasing him even as she learned him. He didn’t let her explore him very much. Which was a shame. He knew her entire body. It was time she learned more of him.
Carson started to reach down for her. “Ah, hands up there.” She didn’t want him to end this prematurely. Carson retracted his hands and tucked them under his head.
“Now stay like that until I tell you.” A heat came into Carson’s eyes at her challenge. Normally, he was the one to take control of their lovemaking, and for once she wanted control.
Allie lowered her head down until she hovered over the crown of his cock. Her hot breath fanned over the tip. She felt him flex in her grip. Allie watched Carson’s face as her tongue peeked out and swiped over the crown before retreating.
She felt him shudder under her. She did it again before taking the head into her mouth then lowering until he hit the back of her throat. Allie felt her airway constrict and her eyes begin to water before she pulled back with a gasp.
“Fuck,” Carson howled. His hand started to reach for her again, but she gave him a look that had him retreating back to his original position.
Allie lowered her mouth back over him, her jaw stretching to the point of pain as she bobbed up and down his length. He tasted salty and musky. She loved it.
She wasn’t a novice when it came to blow jobs, but she would hardly call herself experienced.
The few she’d given, she hadn’t enjoyed as much as she was now.
Carson laid back, allowing her to set her own rhythm.
He didn’t tell her what to do or force his hips up to make her take him deeper.
He just laid there, giving her complete control.
Allie wrapped her hand around the base of his cock, which she couldn’t reach with her mouth, and altered stroking and licking.
“Allie, you keep that up and I’m going to come,” Carson groaned; Allie heard the harshness in his voice, like he was barely holding back.
“That’s the idea,” she said, feeling a thrill of feminine power that she could reduce this giant man to this.
“I want to come inside of you, not your mouth. I want to feel you pulse around my cock.” Allie wanted all of that too. She released him and scrambled back over his waist, rubbing her sex over his cock.
“Condom,” Carson grunted out as if words were hard for him to form right now. “Nightstand.”
Allie remembered where they were from the first time.
She leaned over to the side to pull out a condom.
She tore the foil wrapper with her teeth and then placed the condom over his length.
Allie lifted up and then slowly lowered herself over him.
The gravity helped her sink down even deeper.
She barely had a chance to adjust when his hands gripped her thighs, lifting her and then bringing her back down as Carson arched into her.
Allie braced her hands on his chest as she let him set the rhythm.
She slammed down her hips to his every upward thrust. She rolled her hips, grinding her clit against his stomach, trying to cause friction and get herself off.
“Lean back,” he ordered.
Allie arched back, bracing her hands on his thighs, feeling his powerful muscles bunch and flex with his every thrust. Allie gasped at the new angle then groaned when Carson reached up and kneaded one of her breasts. Tweaking and rolling the nipple.
Allie’s legs clamped down around his hips, feeling her orgasm building. Carson’s thumb pressed on her clit, rubbing small circles. The multitude of sensations set her off, and she screamed his name as she convulsed around his cock.
Carson pulled her down as she rode the waves of her climax. He wrapped his arms around her waist and thrust in and out of her at a fevered pitch until he grunted her name and came himself.