Page 56 of Carrick
“You came out here like this?”
“I didn’t know we were going to be doing this,” she said, breath hitching.
“Youhoped,” I murmured.
She met my eyes and stepped fully out of the overalls. “I hoped.”
Fuck.
I rose again, pressing my body to hers, my hips pinning her to the wall. She was molten between her thighs, wet and needy, and I hadn’t eventouchedher properly yet.
I slid one hand beneath her thigh, hooked it up around my waist, then did the same with the other, lifting her clean off the ground until her legs wrapped tight around me. She clung to me like she’d always known how.
One hand gripped the back of my neck. The other slipped beneath my shirt, dragging her nails down my back in one long, claiming stroke that had me choking on a groan.
“Tell me,” I said against her mouth, breath hot. “You feel it too.”
She didn’t hesitate.
“Yes.”
Her voice cracked on the word.
And it waseverything.
With one hand, I shoved up her shirt, rough and impatient, baring her breast to the golden slant of light bleeding through the cracks in the shed wall.
No bra. Just flushed skin and a sharp breath.
She didn’t flinch. She simply clung to me, daring me to take what was already mine.
So I did.
I ducked down and took her nipple into my mouth, hot and soft against my tongue. I sucked slowly, then circled the tip, biting just enough to make her arch hard against me.
“Fuck—Carrick—” she gasped, her voice breaking open.
She bucked against me, helpless and panting, her hands gripping my shoulders to steady herself as I licked and nipped at her nipple until she couldn’t keep still.
And still—it wasn’t enough.
I needed more.
I reached between us, fingers wrapping around the thick length of my cock, and dragged the head through her slick heat—slow, deliberate, watching her face as I coated myself in the wetness dripping from her.
She moaned, long and broken, her headthunkingback against the wall, eyes blown wide and glassy.
“Fuck,” she whispered.
I leaned in, lips brushing her ear.
“I’ve got you,” I said, voice rough and dark. “Just hold on tight.”
And then I drove into her.
Deep. Hard. Home.
She cried out—loud, desperate—and I caught her mouth with mine before the sound could echo too far. Her legs tightened around my waist, heels digging into my lower back as she clung to me, body writhing with every inch I drove into her.
