When she nodded, I lowered my body so that my dick nudged her entrance. Her lips parted on a gasp as I eased inside her. I moved slowly, sensing it had been a while for both of us. My chest was nearly bursting with emotion I couldn't quite place.
This should have been awkward, given that we didn't know each other. Instead, it felt good as if we'd always known each other on some level. My body had been waiting for her.
I shoved those thoughts out of my head. I didn't have time for a relationship, especially not with a woman who was only in town on business. I couldn't get involved with another woman whose life was elsewhere.
I wouldn't chase anyone or try and mold them to be what I needed. Carolina wasn't the woman I saw in my future, but she was the right one for tonight.
When I eased all the way inside, I paused for a second, enjoying the press of her walls around my dick and the desire that shown in her eyes.
Her hand gripped my forearm. "I need you to move."
I groaned as I pulled out, then pushed inside. Being inside her was the closest thing I'd ever felt to heaven. It could have been because it had been so long for me, but I suspected it had something to do with her.
She was special. This night was magical, and I wouldn't get another one. I braced my hands on either side of her head and lowered my mouth to hers. I kissed her while I moved with sure and steady thrusts.
When she pulled away, I knew she was close. I pressed my finger on her clit, and she bucked, drawing out my own orgasm. I shuddered and finally collapsed onto her side, drawing her close to me.
I didn't want to have to get up and move. I was exhausted from the day, the week, my life. With a groan, I let her go, heading to the bathroom to take care of the condom. I washed my hands and looked at myself in themirror. I was still the same person—a single dad, an accountant, a Wilde brother—but I felt different, changed somehow.
I knew without a doubt I'd never be the same. I'd always have this night to remember. When I turned off the light and returned to the bed, the moon illuminated the room.
Carolina lifted her hand. "Stay."
"I can stay for a little while." I didn't have to go home, but I grabbed my phone and put it on the nightstand just in case Maeve had an emergency or needed me. I was a dad first. But I could allow myself this one pleasure. I wasn't done with Carolina yet. I'd rest, then see if she was up for another round. If this was our only night, I wanted to take advantage of it.
I held her until her breathing evened out.
I must have fallen asleep too because when I woke up, the moon was high and the clock read three. I checked my phone to ensure there were no texts or missed calls.
"What's wrong?”
I rolled her onto her back. "I need you."
"Mmm. I like the sound of that." Her voice was raspy from sleep.
I sucked on her nipples, using my fingers to ramp her up again. When she was ready for me, I eased inside her, getting the feeling I was coming home. This entire evening felt so much bigger than anything I'd ever experienced before.
It was too bad that she lived wherever she did, and my life was here.
When I was fully seated inside her, she tapped on my shoulder. I flipped us so that she was on top. The moonlight illuminated her face and her gorgeous breasts. Her hair fell down around us as she moved over me, seemingly in no hurry. She gradually moved faster, her breathing coming in short pants, as she chased her release.
I circled her swollen clit. Her movements became jerky.Her entire body pulled taut before she finally let go, her muscles trembling as she collapsed on top of me.
I rolled us again, spreading her legs with my hands under her thighs.
Her eyes widened as I moved with short and quick thrusts. I gave myself over to the pleasure of being inside of her. Her skin was pale in the moonlight, her eyes shiny.
"You are gorgeous," I said, and she made a sound in the back of her throat. Was she not used to compliments? If she were mine, I would ensure that she always felt beautiful.
She reached up to cup my cheek, a slow smile spreading over her face. "You're not so bad yourself."
When was the last time a woman had touched me with such a tender gesture? My relationship with Tina had never been about intimacy. It was all about her and what she needed: attention, sex, adoration.
Then when I'd needed her, she'd distanced herself, saying she wasn't cut out to be a full-time mother.
I refocused on the here and now, which was Carolina. Her hand moved over my chest and down my body.
I kissed her. "Don't stop touching me."