Brendan’s smile didn’t waver, but his eyes lost their merriment and softened. The heat of embarrassment that had been simmering under the surface of Carrie’s skin lost its sting and cooled to a warm, liquid river that ran through her.
Brendan’s presence seemed to give off an atmosphere all its own. It surrounded her.
She knew she would follow where he led her.
She curled her fingers around the curtain and waited, speechless, for Brendan to say something.
‘How many men have been in this bed?’
None, she tried to say, but the word stuck in her throat. It gave her enough time to change her mind.
‘A few,’ she lied, badly, and lowered her gaze.
‘Carrie.’ He came swiftly to the side of the bed where she stood and wrapped his fingers around her wrist. ‘I’m not here to help you keep your secrets. Do you want to be fucked in this bed?’
It seemed to take for ever, but Carrie managed to meet his gaze. Still, she couldn’t open up to answer his question.
Instead, she said, ‘I won’t do it without a condom. If you don’t have one I have some in the bathroom cabinet.’
‘We don’t need condoms today. That’s not what I have planned for you.’
‘Then what?’
His fingers pressed down on her pulse. The corner of his mouth turned up at one corner. ‘Your heart is going crazy.’
‘I don’t know you and here you are on my bed.’
He placed his other hand on her waist and pulled her closer until their thighs touched. ‘I want to watch you blush like that when you don’t have a stitch of clothing on you, watch you get breathless and crazy and wet.’
He slowly moved his hand across her hip to the small of her back, then lower, until his fingers splayed across her bum.
Closer.
She stirred to move, to do anything, but he clenched his arm around her. ‘Don’t. Not yet. Feel how hard I am.’
‘I feel it,’ she whispered, her voice rasping from the ache that was throbbing everywhere, but nowhere more than where his cock pressed through the layers between them. Carrie kept her gaze on his mouth as arousal oozed through her.
If he hadn’t been holding her, she wasn’t sure she would have been able to stand on her own feet.
‘This morning when I was getting dressed,’ he said, ‘I wanted to jerk off so bad, but I didn’t. I waited. The thought of laying you down and spreading you open followed me around all day.’
‘And here you are,’ she whispered. Her voice was thick, unrecognisable. Like … Maggie.
God, she wanted him to kiss her. She wanted his tongue gliding over hers, licking, sucking, devouring. She tipped her head back, but he just kept watching her.
‘I’ll bet you’re as wet as I am hard right now. I’ll bet you’re dripping through your panties.’ His tongue snaked out, quick as lightening, and skimmed over her bottom lip. Carrie was electrified in an instant. His grip loosened. ‘Unzip me. Take my cock out.’
The hardest thing in the world at that moment was separating from him. To be that close, to be in that timeless moment of promise, was perfection.
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