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Suddenly desperate to feel the softness of her lips against his again, he crushed his mouth to hers and gently pushed her thighs apart through the fabric of her skirt and stepped into the space he’d just created so the unmistakable feel of his arousal pressed against her pelvis, obvious even with all the layers of thin clothing separating them.
Her breaths were now coming in sharp ragged motions, her sweet yet coffee-laced scent whispering over his mouth and seeping into his pores, but still she made no effort to kiss him back.
And nor did she push him away or tell him to stop.
And nor did she push him away or tell him to stop when he found the hem of her top and slipped his hand under it.
The texture of her skin was silkier and softer than he remembered, as if some benevolent creator had wrapped her in satin.
Needing to kiss more than just her mouth, he dragged his lips over her cheeks and jaw then made a trail down her neck, the scent of her flesh firing into senses already fit to burst.
He was fit to burst. Never—never—had he felt sensation and heat like this and it was everywhere in him, from his heart that battered against his ribs to his loins that weren’t aching, they were burning.
And never had he felt he would give all his worldly goods to receive just one kiss.
Carrie was letting him kiss her. She was letting him touch her. But she was giving nothing back. She was clinging onto that last ounce of stubborn denial for dear life.
But still she didn’t push him away or tell him to stop.
He brushed his lips over her mouth again and nuzzled his nose against hers. His hands swept over her back then moved to her belly, which quivered under his touch as it had when she had kissed him on his veranda. She jolted again when his fingers brushed the underside of her breast, her own fingers tightening reflexively on his arm, but this time she made no attempt to escape.
For a moment he thought fevered wishful thinking had imagined her rubbing her pelvis tighter to his until he heard her swallow between the shallow breaths and her fingers tighten on him again.
Cradling her head in his hand, he tilted her back a little to stare deep into her eyes.
She stared back mutely, everything those stubborn, beautiful lips wanted to say, everything she was feeling reflecting back at him.
Wordlessly he brought his other hand up to her throat then slowly dragged it down, over the breasts he longed to touch without a barrier, feeling the heavy beats of her heart through it, skipping over her quivering belly, down her thighs until he could reach no further and he gathered the material of her skirt into his fist. Then, working slowly, he brought it up to her knee before letting the skirt go so it covered his hand, which now rested on her bare thigh.
Her left hand still gripped his biceps, her right hand…
Her right hand was now splayed on his abdomen, the heat from her touch penetrating through his shirt.
Andreas gritted his teeth. He wanted nothing more than to escape the straightjacket his clothes had become but instinct told him to wait just a little longer…and Carrie pressed her pelvis into his again, her body making spasmodic movements, her lips parting as if readying herself for his kiss again…
He obliged, covering her mouth with his. He felt the lightest of movement beneath it before she clamped her lips back together and turned her head to rub her soft cheek against his. Her fingers on his abdomen had slipped around to splay across his back in short grabbing motions.
He traced his fingers further up her thigh until he found the heat he was seeking and brushed his thumb against the damp, burning cotton.
She jerked against him, the hand holding his lapel moving up and gripping his neck. When he slid his hand under the cotton and found the damp, downy hair that covered her most intimate secret, she jerked again and pressed her cheek even tighter against his.
He slid his fingers lower and discovered her in full bloom, the feminine complement to the painful constriction in his underwear.
Closing his eyes to everything but this moment, he breathed her in as he continued to touch her, finding a rhythm with his fingers that had her grinding against him, her breaths so shallow and rapid he couldn’t distinguish where one breath started and another began until she flung herself tightly against him and buried her face in his neck, crying out. Shudders rocked through her frame as she clung to him, her breaths rapid and hot in his neck.
Andreas, his cheek pressed into her hair, now had both arms wrapped around her, stroking her back.
And she held him tightly too.
‘Don’t say it.’ Her words were spoken into his neck but then she shifted and loosened her hold on him, disentangling herself to cup his face with her hands. Dark, ringing hazel eyes beseeched him. ‘Please, don’t say it.’
