Page 10 of Carry Me Home
Fuck.Fuck.
I didn’tdothis. I didn’t have spur-of-the-moment sex. I had carefully planned encounters with women who had clean background checks and valid STI paperwork. The stakes were too high. Few things in this world had the potential to ruin your life like sex. I’d seen too many men I’d respected face the consequences for a night of fun. Disease, kids they mostly abandoned, espionage. And for what? Getting their dick wet with a woman whose name they couldn’t even remember. Hell no. Could not be me. I didn’t fuck around with fucking.
But with this woman? I didn’t care that she was virtually a stranger. I didn’t care that she knew my secret. I didn’t care that I didn’t know a damn thing about her outside her name and that she was my sister’s best friend.
She made me reckless.
The crazy thing was, I was actually enjoying it. For a man who liked his control nice and tight, it was a revelation. Having her in my arms, it didn’t feel like I was teetering on the brink of disaster. It felt like winning.
I caught her by the backs of her thighs, just under the ample curve of her ass, hefted her off her feet, and pinned her back to the closed door with my body. Her long legs locked around my waist, her ankles crossed at the base of my spine. When she pushed her pussy against by cock, I groaned into her mouth.
“Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?” I panted, pulling back to see her damp, puffy lips smirk back at me.
Her eyes lowered to our crotches smashed together. “I have a pretty good idea, yes. But I think…I could do more.”
Using the door as leverage, she pushed harder against me. She stared at me, doe eyes half lidded, as she gave another purposeful roll of her hips. A slow smile bloomed across her lips at the desperate moan that tore from my throat. I was coming undone and she loved every second of it. And I didn’t even care. I didn’t care that she knew the power she had over me. That triumphant smile was the sexiest fucking thing I had ever seen.
“I hope you don’t think I’m going to let you come like that,” I murmured.
Her head jerked back, her eyes narrowed. “Letme?” she said testily.
Damn, I loved that flash of spirit. But watching her surrender? I was going to love that even more. “As much as I enjoy the way you’re grinding that sweet pussy on me, I need you to hold off a little longer. We’re not taking the easy way out tonight, Ace. You’re going to make me work for it.”
She considered, all that shiny copper hair spilling over her shoulder with a tilt of her head. “I can do that.”
I grinned. “Fuck yeah, you can.”
I kissed her languidly, just to prove I could. For the first time in my life, I wasn’t rushing toward the next thing. No one knew where I was. There was nowhere I had to be. I could just…exist.
But that was another thing I couldn’t process right now because not knowing what came next scared the ever-loving shit out of me. I preferred confined spaces and known variables. What the hell I was going to do with the rest of my life, that was too nebulous to contemplate. Too many wrong answers.
This room, this woman, this moment. I could handle that.
More than handle.
I couldexcel.
Exceling was where I was comfortable. And by god, Janie would reap the benefits of that tonight.
“You’re wearing too many clothes, beautiful,” I murmured, pressing a kiss just below her jaw where her pulse beat wildly.
I felt her throat bob against my cheek as she swallowed. Then she slowly unwrapped her legs and I eased her down until her feet met the ancient pine floor with a soft thump. She stretched her arms toward the ceiling, a small grin on her lips and a challenge in her dark eyes.
Fuck me, that was an invitation I couldn’t pass up.
With the hem of her shirt fisted in my hands, I dragged my knuckles up her torso. It was like unwrapping a sweet treat. Soft skin so pale that I found myself thinking of moonlight and stars, followed by a nude, lacy push-up bra that served her spectacular tits up on a platter. Golden freckles dusted the curve of her breasts, making my mouth water. I tossed her shirt aside and skimmed my tongue along the lace edge before delving straight into her cleavage as I unclasped her bra behind her back.
I stepped back to admire her. Her ponytail was mussed from my hands and lower than it was fifteen minutes ago, sliding over one shoulder and curving around her breast. My gaze slid lower. Apricot-hued nipples adorned with little metal studs that I was dying to play with. Silver stretch marks that flanked her navel and peaked over the waistband of her jeans on her hips, barely noticeable against her pale skin, zigzagging like ski tracks on fresh snow.
“You’re beautiful, Janie.” My eyes ate her up, landing again on her nipple piercings. I bit my fist. “Perfect.”
Her cheeks flushed. She didn’t like me staring at her. I could tell by the way her gaze shifted down and sideways. But she liked the compliment. She bit her lip and, still not meeting my eyes, flicked open the fly of her jeans and shimmied them down her legs.
I groaned because she was red there, too. She looked like a sunrise, all pink and gold and peach. If I had known all this beauty was waiting for me in Aspen Springs, I might have been tempted to earn that medical discharge a lot sooner.
I could have stared at her for another hour, but Janie was done with having all the attention focused on her.
“Your turn,” she ordered. She tugged at my belt.
