Chapter 6

CHAPTER SIX

CAROLINA

I wasn’t the kind of woman men lost their heads over. At least, it never happened like this before.

Like lightning striking.

I only hoped when Dane recovered from whatever this was, he didn’t leave a scar.

My body sizzled with unresolved need as his big hands roamed over me. He dropped plucking kisses on my mouth, sucking my tongue, my lips, everything he could reach as he undressed us both with skillful hands.

I wasn’t exactly idle while this was going on, of course. Dane was sublime. His body was covered in thick, corded muscle, a smattering of hair, and gorgeous ink.

I traced the patterns with my fingertips, committing them to memory while I swallowed down every delicious growl and grunt.

He walked me backwards until my legs bumped the couch, and then he reversed us, so he was sitting, and I was standing like some sort of sacrifice before him.

“Oh, God,” I moaned, dropping my head back and holding on to his shoulders to keep myself steady.

Dane licked a path from my neck, down the valley between my breasts, over my embarrassingly soft stomach, to the close cropped curls covering my needy sex.

My knees buckled, but his sure hands held me up. Quivering, I could barely comprehend what he was doing as he parted my thighs and lifted me up.

“Wait. I’m too heavy,” I protested, but his glare stopped me mid-tirade.

As if to prove how ridiculous my statement was, he picked me up clear off the floor and draped my legs on his shoulders, both big hands of his gripping my hips and ass.

“I don’t know who told you that load of horseshit, but you just sit on my face like a good girl and let me show you how damn perfect you are,” he grunted, grabbing my ass and pressing me closer to his face.

Then he opened his mouth, his long tongue snaked out and Dane Barret made out with my dripping pussy like a man on a mission.

Pure need raged through me like a fever or wildfire. It was ferocious.

Exquisite.

Pleasure swelled like the tide, threatening to drown me. All I needed was a little push. As if he knew, Dane hummed deep in his throat while latching onto my clit with skilled lips.

The vibration from that lusty sound was enough to send me spiraling into orgasm.

I barely had time to come down from that high when he started kindling the flames again. Somehow, during those precious seconds when I’d closed my eyes just trying to ground myself, he’d lowered us both to the carpet in front of the fireplace.

“Need you, Caro Darlin’,” he growled, settling between my thighs.

I heard the familiar tear of a foil packet before I raised myself on my elbows, gaze riveted to the proud erection jutting between his gloriously thick thighs.

Licking my lips, I watched as he rolled the latex onto his girthy cock and fitted himself at my entrance.

“Are you ready for me?” he asked, his emerald gaze glittering down at me in the darkness.

“I’m ready,” I replied, my voice husky as I clung to him with wanton abandon.

We both groaned as Dane pressed inside my tight sheath. It had been a while for me, but even so, no one I’d ever been with was in his class.

Holy fuck.

“You’re so wet. So fucking hot and wet,” he growled and claimed my lips, cupping my face with his large hands as his hips rocked into me.

I met his thrusts, rolling my hips to meet him, needing that connection. It shouldn’t have felt this way. Like we’d done this a thousand times. Like my body recognized his.

My eyes remained open, fixed on his stare as we built fires with our passion. Stoking the flames with every caress, every nibble, every claim we staked on each other.

I never did this. Had sex with someone I didn’t know. But something about this, about him , just felt so right.

I had zero expectations. I meant, for after we were finished satisfying this totally extraordinary desire we had for one another.

But the way he filled me, the way his thick dick seemed to stroke every inch of me, finding secret pleasures, well, that was already beyond any hopes or fantasies I’d ever built. Dane was a superb lover.

But something about the way he watched me, intent on bringing my pleasure to its greatest heights, well, that touched more than my body, that touched my soul.

“Dane,” I moaned as he started to move faster, harder, sliding in even deeper.

My clit throbbed, I needed to come. His lips closed around my neck, and he bit me once, making me gasp before rising to his knees.

“So fucking good. That’s it, Caro Darlin’. Take it, take me deeper,” he grunted, lifting me so I was practically sitting on his lap as he pounded into me.

“You’re so deep,” I moaned, arching into him, scratching his thighs as he brought me to new heights.

My gaze was stuck on Dane. This gorgeous mountain of a man looked like a god as he moved inside me.

So fucking hot and perfect.

His brows furrowed, and his chest started heaving. Dane lifted my legs, pressing them wider apart, then he reached for my clit, sliding it across the hardened nub, through the slick of my arousal, again and again, and again, until I was writhing beneath him.

“Need you to come, Caro Mine. Come for me. Now,” he grunted, pressing harder, and that was it.

I came. Hard.

My eyes widened as his movements grew jerky and I gasped as I watched Dane chase his own pleasure while drawing out mine. Endless aftershocks and flutters wracked my body as Dane pumped his hips once, twice more. Then finally, he froze, his expression so intense it was beautiful to watch.

I couldn’t have imagined when I received that email earlier this morning that this was where I would end up, having sex in the afternoon with a man I hardly knew while a storm thundered on outside. But even if I had known, I wouldn’t have changed a thing.

Dane slid out of my well-used sex, removing the condom with a tissue he pulled out of a box on the side table. He took two more and gently patted my pussy, making me squeak.

But he wasn’t done then. He grabbed the pillows and the throw blanket that were on the couch, and built us a tiny little makeshift bed, then he pulled me into his arms and snuggled me close.

“Are you okay? Was I too rough?” he whispered, kissing my temple as he held me.

I lifted my head, making sure he could see my eyes when I answered.

“You were perfect, Dane. Absolutely perfect.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” I smirked, dropping a soft kiss on his chest and reclaiming my spot there.

“You were perfect too, Caro Mine.”

I grinned as his chest vibrated with his rumbled words. Dane rubbed my back, kissing my head, and keeping me warm with his body, and it wasn’t too long before we both fell asleep.

Which would have been fine. If not for the fact he had thirty some-odd rugby players waiting to hear from him. Half of whom came barging into his cabin once the rain had stopped some ninety minutes or so later.