Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 128260 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 641(@200wpm)___ 513(@250wpm)___ 428(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 128260 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 641(@200wpm)___ 513(@250wpm)___ 428(@300wpm)
“Answer me, buttercup, does he do this for you?” Carson ground out, sounding angry now.
My eyes focused on him but skittered away at his question. He stilled and I cried out in frustration.
He brought his right hand down and nudged my chin again, turning my face until I was forced to look into his eyes. He studied me for a couple beats. “You haven’t slept with him,” he said finally, almost expressionless.
My eyes tried to look somewhere else, but the rest of his fingers came up to grip my chin, not allowing me to look away. “Why, Grace?” he breathed, his eyes so intense I felt like they would scald me.
I tried to shake my head. “I…I just…” I whispered.
He studied my face again for several seconds and he grunted, as if he was satisfied with something that he saw. And then his thigh started moving against my core again and I moaned. I was lost, the sweet relief of the mindlessness he was bringing me more addicting than any drug I could imagine.
“Do you want me to stop?” he asked. “If you do, just say the word, and I’ll stop.”
I shook my head from side to side. “No, don’t stop. Don’t stop,” I breathed out, sweet, heady pleasure coursing through my veins.
As he moved, he started talking. “I’m not going to play games with you, Grace,” he said, his voice smooth and low. “I got a whole lotta shit that I’m pushing aside, against my better judgment, to give things a shot between us.”
His hands came down from the wall and moved up my rib cage, opening my jacket. “Why?” I breathed.
“Because apparently when it comes to you, I’m a damn fool,” he said, but there was something close to tenderness in his voice even though my eyes had fluttered closed again.
His hands came up to my breasts and his thumbs rubbed my nipples through my thin blouse. I gasped, a surge of heat blossoming between my thighs. Something was… I should stop this. A shot between us? What? I… that… I just…I couldn’t think. And I didn’t want to.
“I never could purge you from my blood, buttercup,” he whispered. I moaned. I could feel an orgasm just beyond my reach and I wanted it. I wanted it so badly, I was desperate. “I don’t think I ever wanted to,” he said, moving closer to my ear. “I want you to give us a chance too,” he said.
He leaned in and started kissing up my neck, his lips as soft as butterflies against my skin, his thigh circling faster against my core, his thumbs moving over my nipples until I became aware of my own panting.
“Has anyone else fucked you as good as me, Grace?” he asked. I almost laughed. The nerve! But then he sped up his movements and all thoughts fled. Nothing mattered except the intense pleasure just beyond my grasp. “Answer me.”
“No! No!” I admitted. “Ahhh. Oh God, Carson. There hasn’t been anyone since you,” I breathed out.
I felt his body give a small jolt, but then his movements resumed. “God, I like that,” he growled into my ear and then kissed up my neck, licking and sucking the skin gently. The combined sensations of his thigh, his mouth and his hands tipped me over the edge, intense waves of pleasure making my muscles clench deliciously. I shuddered and just as I was about to scream, he plastered his mouth on top of mine, drinking in my moan and adding one of his.
The kiss slowed, and then he lifted his lips from mine. As I came down, my foggy brain clearing and reality rushing back in, I looked up dazedly into his eyes. Carson was gazing at me intensely, his eyes dark with hunger but with something tender too. I was mesmerized.
He opened his mouth to speak when there was a loud knock on the door. It jolted me fully back to reality. I gasped and started moving to the side, away from him, shimmying my skirt down over my hips as he lowered his leg and took a step back.
“Stay there,” he said quietly. “Who is it?” he called.
“It’s me, man,” I heard from the other side of the door.
Carson swore under his breath and glanced over at me, his eyes running down my body as if checking me over for signs of what we’d just done. Then he walked to the door and pulled it open. “Hey, Leland. What’s up?”
“They’re almost here,” I heard Leland say in response.
Carson paused and huffed out a breath. “Okay, I’ll be right there.”
I heard Leland let out a small laugh. “You got a woman in there or what?”
The reality of what had just happened become blindingly clear. Oh my God. I needed to leave. Immediately. I smoothed my skirt down and walked around Carson. “Um, if I have any more questions, I’ll call you,” I said, stepping around a large man about our age with dark, almost-black hair, wearing a navy blue suit. I caught the surprised expression on his face just as I turned and started walking quickly back up the hallway, toward the casino.