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NOVA

One thing I’d learned since Carson had been back in town was that he’d grown into a remarkable man since he’d left. That boy who had whispered sweet nothings to me a decade ago had kept his word after all, but he was delivering on those promises as a man who made my knees weak and my heart flutter.

All afternoon, I’d worried that I’d wrecked the deal. That my temper tantrum had cost us the farm. It looked like maybe Ryan had been right after all, though. Carson hadn’t tucked tail. He hadn’t called my brother in a fit of rage and he’d shown up at my house just like he’d said he would.

He pressed kisses along the length of my torso, his hot, firm lips setting fire to my insides. I ran my fingers through his thick hair and wondered if this could really be it. The talk had gone much faster and smoother than I’d ever imagined possible. It was difficult to believe that, after everything, all it had taken was him saying this is what I want and laying his cards on the table.

He made it clear he wasn’t looking for a fling and that what he felt was still real after all this time. My doubts and the insecurities I’d had these last few days had been eradicated. Communication really is key. Who knew?

Carson hooked his fingers into the waistband of my pajama pants and swept them off my legs, taking my panties off at the same time. His fingertips brushed against my legs with the movement and I shivered, needing more of him.

Carson had blown my mind the other night at the lake, making me orgasm harder than I ever had. At the same time, he made me feel the things I thought I’d never feel. I was feeling all those things right then. My body was overheating, but my heart was on fire too.

He kissed my stomach and the insides of my thighs, making me ache with need, but I also felt my heart swelling. It felt so full that I didn’t know what to do with it.

Oh, holy cow!

My train of thought crashed into solid rock and exploded when he sucked my clit into his mouth. A cascade of pleasure raced through me. His long fingers wrapped around my thighs, and he opened the most intimate part of me. His groan was a deep rumble in his chest as he licked a hot path right through my slick folds.

My muscles tensed up and my back arched. I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to control my breathing. Nothing had ever felt as intimate as this, having Carson Drake’s face between my legs. I was enjoying the intimacy almost as much as I was enjoying what he was doing to me.

With his lips sucking at my clit and his fingers teasing at my entrance, I gave myself over to the sea of sensation, letting it carry me away. My toes curled and I moaned his name. With a start, I almost clapped my hand over my mouth to stop the sound, but then I remembered that it was just the two of us and that I could be as loud as I wanted, and that made it even better.

“Carson, yes!” I moaned, my hands burrowing into his hair and my nails pressing into his scalp. “Yes!”

I trembled and shook, so close that I could almost taste the pleasure rocketing toward me. I held on to his head, my hips rolling. The precipice suddenly arrived and I tumbled over it.

He slid a finger into me, hooking it in just the right way to touch that special spot I’d needed pressure on. My climax thundered through me, and I might have screamed, but I didn’t know or care as waves of continuous ecstasy dragged me under.

Breathing hard, I finally managed to open my eyes as the bliss subsided. Blinking his face back into focus, I reached for him, needing to kiss that concerned frown out of existence. I smiled lazily as I pulled him to me, my eyes on his.

I looped my hands around the back of his head. “What are you so worried about?”

At the sound of my voice, the frown eased and he smirked at me. “You. I thought you’d stopped breathing for a minute there.”

“I did,” I admitted huskily, pushing at his shoulders so I could get out from under him. “Your turn.”

“Not yet.” His voice was strained and impatience burned in his eyes, but he didn’t seem to be rushed as he stood up and held out his hand. “Come with me.”

“I’d love to,” I teased, still a little breathless as I placed my palm in his. “We can’t do that standing next to each other, though.”

He chuckled and shook his head as he tugged me toward the stairs. “We’re going to your bedroom.”

“Sofa not good enough for you?” I asked as we ascended the staircase

In a flash, he laid me down on my bed and crawled onto it. “No, it’s not good enough for you,” he murmured. “This isn’t some cheap fuck. I thought it would be better to do it right.”

“And that means on a bed?”

He shrugged, another smirk curving on his lips. His head descended to mine. “For now, yes.”

He kissed me again and my heart and soul went wild. Then my body realized how very hard he was against my stomach. Carson was a big guy in general, but I’d still been stunned when I’d seen his cock for the first time at the lake.

I was stunned again now as I wriggled out from underneath him and rolled us over to pull his jeans off. He kicked off his shoes and lifted his butt so the pants could come off, and then there it was.

In all its glory, his dick stretched proudly toward his belly button, curving slightly and thick enough that my insides were already tingling to have him fill me up again. Transfixed, I wrapped my fingers around the base of his shaft and relished the groans that spilled out of him.