Page 73 of Suddenly Entwined

We’re soaking wet, water dripping down the nape of my neck and rolling down my spine. The overhead head light blinks once, twice, and then we’re cast into darkness. The house feels eerily quiet without the almost imperceptible hum of appliances running.

“At least the girls are asleep,” she says, her voice sounding like she’s moved closer.

I inhale sharply when she places her icy hands at the collar of my jacket and slips them inside.

“You’re freezing,” I say.

I can smell her, feel her, and I’d give anything to see the way she’s looking up at me. I’d bet there’s tenderness and trouble blended together in those blue eyes. She tugs at the wet fabric and I shrug my shoulders to help her slide it down my arms. It falls to the foyer floor, leaving me in my t-shirt, and it’s not lost on me that this is the same spot we had that first accidental but oh-so-perfect kiss. With shaking hands, I return the favour, helping her remove her jacket so it joins mine.

“Berg?” she asks, her voice only a yearning whisper. “Kiss me properly. Kiss me on purpose.”

I can’t see a fucking thing, but I find Caro by instinct. My fingers sink into the soft curves on either side of herwaist as I tug her flush against my body. I’d never leave this woman wanting, so I dip my head and seek her lips. She whimpers as our mouths meet. Caro clings to the cotton of my shirt, letting me shore her up. The gasp that she makes when I purposely apply pressure to her lower back so she can feel my hardened cock is enough to make me forget all the reasons I’ve been keeping my distance. The parting of her lips lets me swipe my tongue against hers and I cannot resist grinding against her tummy at the sensation of her slick mouth.

“I can make up the couch for you.”

“I’m not sleeping on the damn couch.”

“I can take it then,” I offer.

“You’re not sleeping on the damn couch, either.”

Caro sounds like she knows exactly what she wants. Lucky for her, I do too. Every excuse I’ve been clinging to for dear life falls away as I make my choice.

I adjust my grip to cup her ass and lift her against me. “Let’s go to bed.”

She squeaks in surprise. “Okay!” I take the opportunity to fill my palms with her round ass and squeeze, grinning when she squeaks again. “This is happening!”

I hush her with my mouth as she wraps her legs around my hips.

She clings to me as I steer us left toward my bedroom. “It’s pitch black! Don’t drop me.”

I shut the door behind us, locking it just in case.

“As if, Caro,” I say against her throat. “I won’t drop you…”

When I feel my knees brush my mattress, I let go, letting her bounce to the bed. “Far,” I finish.

“You dick,” she teases.

Her beautiful laughter fades as I peel off my shirt and climb over her.

“Hi,” she whispers, skating her fingers up my stomach.

My core clenches at the ticklish sensation.

Caro is only a shadow in the centre of the plush white bedding, and as fun as it is to be robbed of one of our most powerful senses, I need to see more of her. All of her.

“Where are you going?”

“We need some light.”

On my bathroom counter is a candle I sometimes burn after a long day. The matches shake in their box as I pull one out, lighting it with a quick flick of my wrist. The wick catches the flame and a dancing orange glow spreads across the walls. Cupping my hand around the jar, I return to the bedroom and set the candle on my dresser with a gentle thud.

“Come back,” she says, and when I turn to find her laying back against my pillows, my heart feels like it runs over a speed bump.

She’s stripped her top and bra off, so we’re in equal states of undress. Candlelight dances across her bare stomach and breasts as I stride toward the bed, a hand already on my belt buckle. Caro is in my bed, the door is locked, and we’ve got all night.

“I wanted to undress you,” I tell her as the mattress sinks beneath my knees.

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