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I mean, yes, we’d kissed.
But sometimes things like that just… happened. Right?
God, I was so freaking naive.
The sooner I got to be an actual free woman, the better. Because I clearly still had so much to learn not only about the world as a whole and myself as a person, but about relations between normal men and women.
My heart was firmly lodged up in my throat as we made our way across the lobby, knowing we were about to be trapped alone together for hours on end with this uncomfortable silence between us.
We climbed into the elevator and I pressed the button for our floor before moving to the corner away from him, keeping my gaze lowered because the mirrored wall in front of me would only show me the face of the man who hadn’t wanted to kiss me again, and my own reddened cheeks and embarrassed eyes.
“Fuck it,” Cary hissed under his breath.
My head snapped up in time to see him stab a finger into the stop button before he was suddenly turning and charging at me.
One hand went behind my head to soften the impact as he slammed me back into the wall.
His lips were on mine before I could even wrap my head around what was happening.
The other hand moved, grabbing the bags out of my hand, and dropping them down on the floor before that hand went down, grabbing my leg behind the knee, and hauling it up, wrapping it around his hip as he ground his pelvis into me, making me all-too-aware of his hardness pressing against the juncture of my thighs.
There was no reasoning with my body at that moment.
My arms lifted, wrapping around the back of his neck, crushing our bodies together even as my hips started to do these small, rolling motions against his hardness. The sensation had need coursing through my body, that same throbbing pressure in my lower stomach, the tightness in my chest, the almost uncomfortable awareness of the emptiness between my thighs.
I’d felt hints of this before. In the early days of a budding relationship.
But nothing quite as intense as what I was feeling with Cary.
It was like my mind had become mush and my body was controlling everything.
My fingertips dug into the skin at the back of Cary’s neck as his fingers slipped into my hair at the nape of my neck, curling, then twisting just to the point of the pain, making my head turn to ease the sting.
His lips slid from mine, going down my cheek, my jaw, then my neck. The softness of his lips and the scratchiness of his beard created this foreign, intense sensation that sent a shiver through my body.
But this time, instead of making him turn away from me, Cary let out a low, growling sound that made my sex clench hard.
His hands started to roam then, sliding up my sides, over my ribs, then closing around the swells of my breasts, making me immediately regret the thick material of my sweater I’d put on.
His lips sealed over mine again, though, as his hands slipped back down, creeping up under the hem of my shirt, then gently snaking upward. His fingertips teased over the skin of my belly before his palms closed over my breasts again, this time without the barrier.
My nipples hardened against his palms as his tongue toyed with mine, as his hips pressed against me again.
My body felt completely overwhelmed, unable to process all the sensations at once, bouncing instead between each pleasure point at a breakneck pace.
Cary’s thumbs and forefingers found my nipples, rolling them between, each time gaining in pressure until my back was arching, pressing my breasts against his touch as a low moan escaped me, the sound muffled by his lips.
He pulled back at it, though, looking down at me with heavy-lidded eyes, then doing another roll with a bit more pressure, watching me as my lips fell open and my breath caught.
I was too wrapped up in sensations for things like uncertainty, like insecurity, to set in.
All I knew was the desire pinging off of every nerve ending. And the fact that I needed more.
“More,” I whispered, arching deeper into his touch.
At that, Cary’s eyes shut for one long second, almost like he was looking for strength.
Then, suddenly, his hands left me to hold my shirt up as he bent down, sucking one of my nipples into his warm mouth, making a whimper escape me as my hand grabbed the back of his head, holding him against me as his tongue started to work circles around the hardened bud.
Warmth washed over my system as I let my head fall back against the wall, my eyes slitting shut so I could fully focus on the sensations as his tongue circled, his lips sucked, his teeth nipped. Over and over until my skin felt too sensitive for more, then knowing to move across my chest to continue the torment with my other breast.
