Page 122 of Hometown Hottie

I spread my legs a little wider, feeling wilder than I ever had before but also knowing that I was safe to explore this new side of myself with him. “We can try it. Then I’ll let you know what my stance is.”

He glanced at me and frowned. “You’ve never tried it before?”

I shrugged. “Some people prefer beds.”

“Are you one of those people?” he asked cautiously. “It’s okay if you are.”

“I don’t think I am, but my ex definitely was. Lights off, socks on, and in bed.” I’d never mentioned Max to Carson before, but he didn’t seem surprised by it.

“It’s no wonder it didn’t work out,” he said, his voice growing rougher by the second. “New rule. No more beds until we’ve christened every other surface in your house.”

He cupped my pussy over my jeans and my hips bucked. My lips parted and my cheeks grew hot. “I can get behind that. I think. No beds at all?”

“Later, maybe.” He turned onto the ranch and drove up to my cottage without letting go of me. Then he hauled me over his shoulder and carried me inside.

After kicking the door shut behind us, he set me down in front of my kitchen counter and flicked open the button on my pants. His pupils were so dilated there was barely a hint of green left. He knelt in front of me, slid down my zipper and then removed my shoes before peeling off my pants and my panties.

The lights in my living area were on, but he didn’t seem to give a damn as he picked me up by my hips and deposited me on my kitchen counter. I lay back, and he pulled up a stool and sat down between my legs, one of his feet kicked up on the rung like he was settling in for a casual conversation.

Instead of talking though, he smirked at me and spread my legs open wide. His gaze lowered to where I was exposed to him before he leaned forward and licked me. Just like that. No hesitation. No being shy about it. He just licked me.

At the first touch of his hot tongue against my core, I cried out. He sucked my clit into his mouth, and my hips nearly came off the counter. “Holy fuck, Carson!”

He hummed against me and tightened his grip on my thighs to keep me down and then he really went for it. My muscles tensed, my body starting to shake. He slid a single finger into me and started working it along with his mouth.

I couldn’t believe we were doing this right here, where anyone could walk in and see it. We’d done it on the sofa the other day, but at least we’d been shielded from the door by the sofa itself. Now, however, if anyone were to burst in here, they would find me spread eagle on the surface where I prepared my breakfast.

While I knew it wasn’t that depraved, the thought of it all kicked my arousal up another notch. When Carson’s teeth grazed across my clit again, his finger pressing on just the right spot inside me, I lost it. Pleasure flooded through me, racing from my core and curling my toes, as I shook and moaned.

He licked me through it, cleaning me up. Then he slowly made a show of taking off his clothes—while I was still on the damn counter.

I watched him with hungry eyes as he exposed those washboard abs and broad chest and shoulders. My gaze drank in the ridges and valleys of his torso, then followed his fingers deftly opening his jeans.

Flicking them open, he left the denim hanging off his hips and stepped right up to me. Biceps bulging, he leaned over and held himself right above me. “This counter is the perfect height. You good with this?”

I nodded wildly, my head practically bouncing, and he kissed me. Tasting myself on him, I wondered if it was normal to like feeling like I’d marked him with my scent. When he deepened the kiss, my thoughts scattered and I wound my arms around his neck, kissing him back and deciding that I didn’t care if it was normal.

I liked it and that was the only thing that was important. Abruptly breaking the kiss, he straightened up and pushed off his pants and underwear. Chest heaving with labored breaths, he grabbed a condom out of his wallet and rolled it on.

Pushing myself up on my elbows, I watched as the latex slid over his hard length, my mouth practically watering for it. He positioned himself at my entrance. He pushed inside, his eyes never leaving our joining bodies.

“Fuck, that’s hot.” He brought his thumb back to my clit and drew circles around it, and he withdrew and thrust in again.

I sat up a little further, moaning when I realized he’d been right. The counter really was the perfect height for him and it really was fucking hot. Transfixed by what I was looking at, I felt pleasure starting to build deep inside me all over again. Sensation got the better of me. I was not only feeling it this time, but seeing it too, and it was incredible.

“Come for me, Nova,” he commanded. “Now.”

As if my body had been waiting for the order, the floodgates opened deep within me, and I spasmed, biting my lip and trembling. I flexed my legs around his ass, forcing him to bury himself deep inside me when he came. Carson roared and tossed his head back, his hands grasping my hips so tight I was pretty sure he was going to leave marks, but I didn’t care. The sight of him like that was branded in my memory and I was never going to be able to look at him again without being on the brink of an orgasm.

God, he’s so damn sexy. And he’s all mine.

I collapsed against the counter, breathing hard in the aftermath and feeling like my bones had been liquefied. He stayed still until he recovered enough to take care of the condom. Then he came back, gathered me up in his arms, and wordlessly carried me to bed.

Climbing in naked beside me, he pressed the sweetest of kisses to each of my eyelids and then to my mouth. His head hovered just above mine and he smiled. “Nova?”

“Hmm?”

“We’re doing that again later,” he murmured. “Everywhere.”

“You’ve got yourself a deal.” I pulled him to me and kissed him again. Then I fell asleep in his arms, feeling like everything was finally right in the world.