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“You thought, Austin. You thought we were going to take this slow. I wanted it at the spring. I want it now. I really want to finish what we started at the Dusty Rose. I want more orgasms. I want sex. I’m ready for it. I ache for it.”
His brow wings up and a slow smile spreads across his face. “You ache, sweetheart?”
I nod and my cheeks warm at all I just admitted. I do. I so ache for him, and my tone only helps give me away. I’m wet and my clit throbs with need. He hasn’t thrown me out. In fact, he’s toeing off his boots as he reaches behind his neck to tug off his T-shirt. I saw him at the spring in only his boxer briefs, but seeing his chest again makes my mouth water.
His shoulders are broad, his waist narrow. Muscles bulge and flex as he takes off his clothes. I remembered how he felt beneath my hands, but hopefully now I’ll have time to explore.
“I’m sorry about earlier,” he says. “In town.”
He opens his belt buckle.
“I didn’t know what to say to your dad because I didn’t—”
“I don’t think now’s the time to talk about my father.”
He pushes his jeans and boxers down and off and he stands upright, his dick—hard and thick and long—bobbing upward against his belly.
Yeah, I don’t want to talk about my father at all. Austin is more amazing than I imagined.
He moves to the side of the bed. “Drop the sheet.”
I swallow again, my nerves skittering.
He grips the base of his dick and squeezes. With a tight fist, he strokes himself from root to tip and a bead of liquid oozes from the slit. “This is what you do to me, Carly. I love that you’re here. That you want to do this with me.”
He reaches out and curls his fingers into the sheet that’s hiked between my breasts. The hold has the fabric lowering a little, although if I truly wanted to stay covered, I could resist.
But it’s futile now.
He’s here.
He’s what I want.
I won’t let a piece of cloth get in the way now.
I drop my hands to my sides so I’m bare to my waist. The rest of me is beneath the covers. He’s seen my breasts before. Touched them. Still, I feel bare and vulnerable.
And beautiful. The way he looks at me, his gaze hooded and dark, tells me he wants me. Me!
“I’ll get you back on the sex wagon, but know this. I’m not doing it as a one-time thing. I’m all in, baby. We do this, you’re mine.”
I raise my head to meet his dark gaze.
“What?” I ask.
“I’m not doing this with you so you have confidence to go back to ladies’ night and pick up some rando. I don’t share.”
“I wouldn’t—”
“You won’t.” He grabs the sheet and yanks, pulling the whole thing off the bed and into a heap on the floor.
I gasp and he grabs an ankle, easily slides me across the bed so I’m lying sideways on the mattress facing him. He sets my foot on the edge of the bed, my knee bent toward the ceiling.
I’m quiet as he moves me to his liking, putting my other leg in the same position.
Now I’m not just naked but exposed. He can see everything.
“You won’t because when I’m done with you, you’ll be sore and thinking about my dick all week. How I crammed you full, made you come. Made you forget your own name. But you won’t forget mine. My name will be branded into your memory.”
