Chapter 11

11

NIKKI

C arson hesitates, and I worry if I've squeezed his length too tightly. He feels incredible in my hand, his warm skin soft against mine, yet the shaft itself hard and pulsing.

His huge hand lightly grips my face, pulling our foreheads together as he stares into my eyes. "I think you can tell how much I want you, kitten. But we don't need to rush the main event if you're not sure."

Even though my favorite color has always been bright red, a girl could get used to all these green flags being waved around. Staring into his deep, soulful eyes, something inside me clicks into place. I don't care if this is only for tonight, or a few days, or weeks. Thinking about forever is ridiculous. My body and heart want him now .

The corners of his mouth twitch when I continue to stroke him firmly. "Trying to tell me something?"

Reaching my leg over, I hook it behind his calf, pulling his body on top of mine.

"I feel like you're trying to send me a message," he murmurs, dragging his tongue over my hard nipples, then kissing along the side of my neck. "I just can't figure out what it is?—"

"You," I whisper. "I want you."

His head jerks up. "Say that again." His eyes blaze.

"I. Want. You."

He doesn't kiss me so much as attack my mouth in a way that makes my toes curl. The huge, hard weight of his body settles over mine until I feel captured, like a tiny forest creature who should be afraid. But I'm not. I'm so ready. I need him.

He takes his shaft from my hand, rubbing it against my wet pussy as my breathing begins to stutter. "Easy," he murmurs, the thick, blunt crown dragging up and down my entrance. "Tell me if it's too much."

Wow. Even in a moment like this, his entire focus is on me and my comfort. That knowledge, along with the incredible pressure against my sensitive lips, makes my juices really start to flow.

"That's it. Fuck, I can feel you getting wet for me and it's so sexy."

No one's ever called me sexy before, and certainly not with such desperate, rough hunger in their voice. My legs splay open as I grip the back of his shoulders, my breasts rubbing against his hard chest.

"You're so tight," he growls. "I'll try really hard to be gentle."

He kisses me again, this time with less hunger and more seduction. His tongue explores my mouth slowly while his thickness pushes inside. It feels like my entire body is connected to that one point of contact, my pulse beating in time to our movement together. My hips tilt up to help him on their own accord, urging him on even as he tries to go slowly.

His hips shift and his long, thick shaft moves deep, the pressure stretching me wide open. It feels so perfect that my eyes fall closed for a brief moment, unable to take in any sensations beyond the deep, sensual pleasure inside me.

Too much?" His voice is a rasp, and I open my eyes to see every muscle in his body is locked up hard, as if he's fighting the urge to move faster.

"More," I whisper. "Please. I want all of you."

His adorable grin contrasts perfectly with his almost savage frame. "That's my girl."

As I open up completely for him, I can feel as much as hear his deep rumbling groan as his massive cock bottoms out inside me. Every long, slow stroke feels like it's dragging through some sort of electrical field, creating sparks of static all along the way.

"Sexy. So fucking sexy." His uneven growl causes pressure to twist deep in my lower belly. The tension is building already and I'm unable to stop it. I almost passed out when he made me come up on the dresser. What's it going to feel like when it happens with him inside me?

He raises up on his arms, almost like the top of a push-up, so he can watch my body meeting his with every firm thrust. Then he leans back, bending my knees up so that he can stare at the way his huge erection is disappearing inside me.

"Wow," I manage to murmur. "Big man, you really are big."

"I can feel how much you like it." His left hand shifts to grab my breast firmly, just hard enough to be a bit too much. I love it. He's already an expert at overwhelming me, at making me feel so much more than I ever thought possible.

The bed is creaking from the force of his movements and I can't stop moaning, my hands flailing as I grip first his legs, then the blanket, then his arm. He reaches down and places his thumb lightly on the surface of my clit. He doesn't move it, letting the rocking motion of our bodies do all the work.

The pleasure is mind blowing.

There are no words, no possible way to describe the massive explosion being held back for just a few more seconds…and then it hits, and I'm consumed by heat and release and the incredible feeling of Carson's massive shaft thrusting much harder.

"That's it, kitten." The growl comes from beside my ear as I realize with a start his body is back over mine. He grinds hard and deep, his breath a throaty grunt as he pounds into me.

Just as my brain is trying to formulate a terrible joke about a mechanic using his shaft like a piston, I feel his cock thicken and his arms tighten, grinding directly against my clit even harder than he did with his thumb, and I writhe frantically as another climax washes over me, just as I feel his hot release burst inside me.

"My kitten," he chokes. "My sweet Nikki."

He collapses over me, catching his breath. Seeing this huge, confident, older man being reduced to his animal self when he's with me does something to the back of my mind. Opens it, like a key finally fitting in the right lock.

He's a good guy. He could be my guy.

I've heard rumors that men just roll over and pass out as soon as they finish having sex. Not Carson. He grabs a washcloth from the bathroom and cleans gently between my legs. Then he goes to grab my purse that I dropped in the front hallway and offers it to me. "I'd love you to stay over. But you should maybe tell your roommates so they know you're okay."

Wow, I've never had to send a text like this before. I can't hold back the giggle as I tap away.

Hey. I won't be home tonight, so don't worry about me ??

Jocelyn: LOL! Between you and Harper, I'll soon have this whole house to myself!

We'll see.

Carson pulls out a new cable to charge my phone for me overnight. Did he buy this just for my phone, since it's a different brand? Once again, I'm overwhelmed at being cared for like this. It's wild, and I love it.

I curl up in his arms, and he falls asleep almost immediately. After a few minutes, I nod off too, then wake up some time later realizing that I'm thirsty. I slowly pull myself out from his embrace. Throwing his t-shirt on as a nightgown, I tiptoe into the kitchen for a glass of water.

Standing in the blue light of the stove clock, my gaze falls on the drawer in the kitchen island. A long piece of tape is sticking out, fluttering in the breeze of the air vent below. I can't help my organized self. I open the drawer to tuck the tape back inside.

The entire drawer is filled with mailing supplies. Tape, twine, boxes, a small scale, and an open envelope full of mailing labels.

Most people have spare stamps lying around and a roll of tape. This feels…excessive. Like Carson is up to something odd.

Those women said that Carson was always mailing strange things.

Have all my warnings to myself been right all along? Have I made a terrible mistake getting this involved before I really know Carson through and through?

I broke my rule that I shouldn't date until I'm twenty-five and know myself better. Until I know what I want.

And until I know what to do with a guy who is obviously hiding a huge secret.