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His head falls to my shoulder and a groan rumbles out of him. “Shit. In the house.”
Rising on his elbows, he stares at me with a look that says, “Tell me you’re on something.” I am and I don’t regret what we’re doing, but I don’t know Carm well enough to know his history.
“Sorry.” I shake my head, and his chin tips down, his eyes squeezed shut.
“Let’s go then.” He slides off my body, drags me by my feet until I’m at the edge of the canopy, then picks me up firefighter style.
My yelp turns into a laugh as he heads to the sliding door that leads inside. “You have a great ass.” I slap it.
“I know I do.”
I giggle. “You’re so cocky.”
“I’m confident. There’s a difference.”
Without climbing the stairs, we head through the kitchen, past Annie and Enzo’s room, and into Carm’s. He deposits me on the bed, digs through his nightstand drawer, unwraps a condom, and pushes it down his rigid length before anything else is said.
“You’re in a rush,” I say, sliding up the bed.
“You’re the one thing I’ve ever waited this long to have. I need to be quick before you change your mind.”
“Well, don’t be too quick,” I say with some sass.
He grins, parting my legs with his knees. “Don’t you worry about that.”
He’s back where he was moments ago. The rain pelts against the window, and the room is dark even though it’s not nighttime. With Carm’s warmth above me, this might be the most perfect day ever.
Late at night, when I imagined having Carm, I always figured he’d be the flip-me-over-and-do-me-doggie-style or insist-I-ride-him kind of guy. But real-life Carm holds his weight on his elbows, his hands fiddling with my hair, his eyes locked with mine as he slides inside me.
We both moan once he’s fully seated inside me. He’s a perfect fit, as if I was Cinderella looking for her glass cock. He rocks and circles his hips instead of thrusting. The Carm in my mind was a thruster and a groaner, a man more worried about himself. Real-life Carm kisses me while my wetness grows. He arches when my nails trail down his spine and growls when my hands squeeze his ass. He builds a rhythm and a pulse for our sex that’s ours alone. I don’t know how I know that, I just do.
His circles turn to small thrusts, his lips continuing to land on mine between kisses scattered down my neck, along my jaw, sometimes to my earlobe. His breathing and moans make me clench around him.
“We waited so long for this. Why did we wait for this?” His fingers brush a wet piece of hair off my forehead.
“Because you’re an egotistical—”
He shuts me up with a kiss and swallows my laughter when he sucks on my tongue. His tongue dives deeper and his elbows move in closer to my head so that I’m caged in by him. He’s all I see, feel, hear, taste, and smell. His muscles contract as he thrusts deeper, draws out, and grinds into me again. So unlike my masturbation version of Carm. He buries his face in my neck, the panting and heavy breathing bringing my orgasm to the surface.
“Jesus, Carm. Please.”
I don’t even know what I’m pleading for, but he takes my words and increases his speed. His moans turn to grunts. My fingers dig into his shoulder blades and my legs lock around him.
I launch into orbit and Carm follows me, pumping then stilling inside me. My limbs feel numb and I’m panting beneath him when he brushes another piece of hair off my face and tucks it behind my ear.
“Hi,” he says.
“Hi.” My hands fall off his back and my legs open for him to escape should he wish.
But he doesn’t. He stays inside me for a second and gives me a kiss that pushes my back into the soft mattress and builds another round of desire to have him again.
My mom was partially right. He’s not just dangerous—he’s deadly.
* * *
“Here.”Carm slides a plate my way.
“Do you think the girls and Dom are coming home?” I prop one foot up on the breakfast stool and take a bite of the turkey sandwich he made me.
