Page 42 of Until the End

When we get inside, I follow Carson to the kitchen as he puts the plastic bag of food on the counter. I grab it and shoveit into the fridge before I can chicken out. He gives me a questioning look, but before he can say anything, I surge forward to kiss him.

He grunts in surprise, and for half a second, I’m worried he isn’t going to respond. But then he grabs me under my ass and pulls me up so my legs wrap around his waist. I rest my arms on his shoulders while our mouths move together with the same rhythm that sent me into overdrive on the dance floor. I wasn’t bad at dancing because I hadn’t practiced; I just kept getting overwhelmed with the way Carson’s body moved against mine. I kept thinking about how it would feel if we were in bed together, and then I’d lose the rhythm.

I tease my tongue against Carson’s, mimicking what I want from him. His groan tells me he’s in full agreement.

“Take me upstairs,” I whisper against his mouth.

Carson pulls back, cataloging my features with an intensity I’ve never seen from him. When he nods, I realize he was deciding if this was what I truly wanted. He kisses me again as we walk toward the stairs. I skim my lips down his neck so he can see where we’re going. I suck hard at the skin close to his shoulder, leaving a glorious red mark. I’ve always wanted to do that to a partner.

Knowing Carson has to go to work tomorrow with a hickey on his neck gives me a surprising amount of pleasure.

“You’re killing me, Goose.” The gravel in Carson’s voice sends shivers down my spine.

I grin against his skin. “Good. Then you know how I feel.” We finally get to my bedroom, and I gasp when Carson chucks me onto the bed with a bounce.

Giggles escape me when he bounds across the mattress to cover me with his body. He snarls before biting down on my neck as payback, and my laugh turns into a moan.

Now I’ll have a mark to match his. I can’t wait.

I reach for Carson’s shirt, pulling it from his pants andmaking quick work of the buttons. He helps me get it down his shoulders, leaving him bare-chested. God, he really is built.

“I can’t believe I get to touch you like this. I’ve imagined it so many times.” I soak up the sight of him hovering over me.

“You have?” His befuddled expression makes me smile at him.

“Uh, duh. You’re hot. I’ve always thought so, but since you’ve been working with Uncle Levi, you’ve only gotten more sexy.” I cup his pecs in my hands, then move down to his defined abs. He has a happy trail that disappears into his pants, and I’m dying to see how far it goes.

Carson shudders under my hands. “You have no idea how many times I’ve dreamed of having you exactly like this.” He drops down, giving me a deep, drugging kiss. I want to feel his skin against mine, but his mouth is too distracting.

“Clothes,” I manage to murmur.

He gets the message, pulling back enough to let me undo the hooks and eyes of my corset. It’s a lot easier to take the dress off than it is to get it on. My arms were exhausted by the time I got them all hooked. It was worth every ache, though, seeing Carson’s reaction.

Although the way his heated eyes are devouring me right now, I think this might be better. The top of my dress falls off my shoulders, exposing my boobs to Carson’s hungry gaze. He reaches out to help me pull the dress down my body, leaving me only in my white underwear.

“Fuck, Ginny,” Carson curses as he takes me in. “I’m the luckiest man on the entire planet.”

I blush at his compliment. I’d be self-conscious over the fact that I’m almost naked while Carson still has his pants on, but the way he’s looking at me doesn’t give me room to feel anything less than sexy.

I sit up, moving straight for his belt buckle. Carson chuckles and helps me get all the buttons and zips undone.Then I’m shoving his slacks and underwear down until his dick is free and stretching up to his stomach.

“Holy shit.” I glance up at Carson. “How long have you been packing that in your pants?”

He snorts. “Since forever? I don’t know.”

“You would,” I murmur. “No wonder all those girls in high school wanted to get in your pants. You were hiding Thor’s hammer behind your zipper.”

Carson barks out a laugh. “You’re ridiculous.” He grips my chin and pulls me into a heated kiss. “I only ever wanted you in my pants.”

I melt at his words. What would have happened if we’d told each other how we felt back then? I don’t get a chance to think about it before Carson covers my body with his. His smooth chest rubs against my nipples in a decadent slide of flesh.

He presses kisses from my jaw to my neck and then across my chest. His nose brushes against the soft skin of my breast, turning my nipples into tight buds.

“Carson,” I moan. I spread my fingers through his hair to give myself something to hold onto.

“Is this what you want?” His hooded eyes hold my gaze as he tongues my nipple. I gasp, the sensation sending a bolt of desire through my entire body. Carson bites and sucks at my sensitive tips.

Has anyone ever orgasmed just from nipple play? There’s a good chance I’m going to, especially when Carson begins to play with both of them at the same time. He switches back and forth, using his mouth and hands until I’m squirming against him, looking for any amount of friction to get me off.

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