Page 72 of Hot Shot

“Oh God.”

She’s plump and gleaming, so beautiful I can’t breathe. Can’t move. But my mouth is literally watering, and I lean down and open my mouth on her. I kiss, then lick and suck, getting drunk on her taste, breathing in her feminine scent.

“Oh God.” She fists a hand in my hair, her face pressed into her inner arm, her back arched, her body undulating as I eat her. I push a finger inside her and bend it, rubbing, finding that sweet spot I’ve learned so well.

“Carrie. You taste so . . . Christ.” I let out a shivery breath.

I can’t wait any longer. I grab a condom from the nightstand, have it on in a flash, and then drive into her. She’s snug, but so goddamn wet it only takes a few thrusts to be balls deep, buried in her pussy.

I’ve lost my fragile patience. I’m desperate for her. Knees spread wide, I lift her hips right off the bed to fuck her. She cups her breasts, small, needy sounds spilling from her lips, sound as wild as I am. I lean over her and rest my nose alongside hers, holding her gaze with a shocking intensity. “Carrie.”

She whimpers again, both of us panting, and slips a hand down to finger her clit as I rock into her. “More.” She pushes up to me. “Harder. Deeper.”

She feels so good. My heart hammers, need pulses through me, and all I can do is fuck. And fuck. Like her, I want more. Harder. Deeper.

Her hand curls around the back of my head, our bodies moving together, quivering, straining. My muscles tighten, sweat dampens my skin, and my hips drive into her, over and over. This sex . . . it’s different. It’s bigger. Greater. Everything.

She cries out as her pussy squeezes me, so goddamn tight as she comes.

Fiery sensation rips up my spine, pleasure slamming through my bloodstream as I come, too, so hard I go blind and deaf.

We hold on to each other for long pulsing moments while I try to unscramble my brains and make my body move. When I finally lift my head, Carrie kisses my cheek.

“See?” she says. “Bed’s not boring at all. It’s all in what youdoin bed.”

“Andwhoyou do.”

She lets out a breathless chuckle. “Well, yes. And you do it so well.”

“Mmmm. Back atcha, babe.” I take her with me as I roll to my side, unwilling to let go of her. Once again she not only blew me—she blew my mind.

Carrie

“So, I, uh, have to talk to you about something.”

Hayden and I are about to enter a little bridal shop to try on dresses Saturday afternoon.

Hayden tips her head to one side. “Are you going to tell me you’re not going to Spain after all?”

I frown. “No.”

Hayden wrinkles her nose. “Damn.”

I stare at my friend in dismay. “You really don’t want me to go?”

“No, no, I do want you to go! I mean, I don’t. Oh hell. I want you to be happy, and if that’s what you want to do, then of course I want you to go. But selfishly . . . I’m going to miss you.”

I drop my head forward briefly. “I’m going to miss you, too. So much.”

“Well, let’s make the most of the next few weeks. I’m getting married, you know.”

I grin. “I heard that.”

“What is it you want to talk to me about?”

“Um.” I pull open the door to the shop and we step inside. “It’s about Marco.”

Hayden’s eyes pop wide. “What about Marco?”

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