Page 55 of Suddenly Entwined

“I can do it.” I grit out, heart pounding. “The outside sections are loose, that’s all.”

“Oh my god,” she cries, turning her head over her shoulder to glare at me.

I place one hand on the crown of her head and direct it forward with a grunt.

“Why are you so stubborn?” She continues her tirade. “Why can’t you accept some help? You asked me to teach you something, and I’m telling you that you need to pull the pieces a litt–”

Caro yelps when I tug on my mess of a braid with force, the high pitched sound hitting me right in my groin. My grip is firmas I lean forward, her head tipping back so I can stare directly into her teasing, hooded eyes.

“Is that tight enough, do you think, Carolina?”

I’ve probably taken things too far, and I’m ready for her to tell me to leave. Instead, she fucking shakes her head slowly from side to side, keeping her gaze focused on me. I don’t know why her response surprises me, it really shouldn’t. In comparison to the first, my next tug is gentler, but it brings the back of her head even closer to my crotch.

“How about now?”

Her voice is throaty. “Now you’re getting it.”

It’s not lost on me that I might gather her hair up with one hand for other purposes as well. For activities where her mouth would be much more occupied.

I trail my fingers down her soft cheek, thumbing her full lower lip when I reach it.

“I don’t know how to ask for help because I’ve never had any before. Not in a long time. You know that asking you to nanny for me was hard.”

I watch her throat bob as she swallows and I adjust my knee to support her head so her neck won’t ache.

“Why me?”

Why her what? Why did I ask her for help?

“Because I trust you.”

Her eyes become glassy and I release my grip. When I do, she sits up slowly, and shuffles around to face me. She’s on her fucking knees again. Elbows on my thighs and looking up at mewith her chin propped up in her hands. I’m so fucked. Because I don’t know if I can finish this little lesson.

“You shouldn’t.”

I run my hands over the mess I made, tucking pieces behind her ears.

“I hate when you say stuff like that. Stuff that makes it sound like you don’t think very highly of yourself.”

She shrugs, her indifference about such an important topic wounds me. I want my girls to have all the confidence in the world. I want their cups overflowing with it. And Caro’s confidence cup? It seems woefully empty.

She leans into my touch. “Please don’t stop.”

Who am I to deny her? I’m only a man. And tonight I’m weak.

I brush my knuckle across the nape of her neck. The fine blonde hairs there stand on end, goosebumps rising at my touch. I’m breathing heavily as I indulge my desire and stroke a finger tip down her throat once more. Slowly, she rises, climbing into my fucking lap.

“It’s too much, Caro.” My voice is husky, my words in opposition with my body.

“It’s not enough,” she moans, sinking all her weight down on my lap, thighs wedged between my hips and the padded leather arms of the recliner. She focuses her eyes intently on me, tipping her pelvis, gauging my reaction. I groan at the pressure, and the delicious feeling of her in my arms, and Caro grins.

“Not enough,” she breathes, as she rocks against the bulge in my athletic shorts.

Unmistakable heat soaks through her thin leggings and I can’t help but wonder if she’s already wet. I rake my hands along her scalp, pulling her head down against mine. Our foreheads touch, breath mingling, noses brushing as everything fades away. My only focus is the proximity of her lush lips and the eye-opening realisation that I'm not strong enough to resist them. Our lips brush, and the needy noise that falls from her mouth makes my cock throb in a way it hasn’t in far too long.

She rolls her hips again and another sexy sound accompanies the movement.

“We can’t do this.”

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