Page 74 of Suddenly Entwined

“Plenty left for you to do.”

I swear she pushes her chest out a bit as I finish working the leather from my belt buckle, leaving the two ends hanging open.

“I’ll get to it,” I tell her, “I’m distracted right now.”

Caro moans the moment I lift her perfect, heavy breasts in my palms, dark pink nipples peeking out between my fingers.

“Fucking pretty,” I swear, squeezing her soft flesh as hard as I dare.

I dip to reach the tips of her hardening nipples, licking one right through my splayed hands. Her breath quickens, pebbled skin frigid from her wet clothing. I glide my hands up and down her arms to warm her as she squirms beneath me, her thigh grazing against my erection every so often. My hips move of their own accord, desperate to grind against her heat.

But what if I’m squishing her? Last time we fooled around, she was on top. I’m suddenly hyper aware of all the places my stomach is touching hers.

“Sorry.” I shift my weight off to the side so I’m resting on my left hip. “I’m too heavy to be on you like that.”

She hums her disagreement, wiggling closer to remove the space I created. “Don’t think so. I like all the soft parts of you.”

Her hands skim through the hair on my chest and down my stomach to play at my jeans’ button.

The crisp snick of my zipper is loud in the quiet room.

“They complement the hardparts so well.”

The breath goes out of my lungs when she reaches lower, wraps her hand around my cock over the thin material of my boxer briefs, and grips me. “Don’t you think?”

Chapter twenty-five

Carolina

I’m convinced that there isn’t a safer place than being pinned beneath Berg MacMillan. He’s a wall of masculine energy and heat as he cups the back of my head and kisses the hell out of me. Beyond the window, a wild west coast storm is raging, but right here on this bed is a haven of safety. His other arm is propping him up, biceps flexing each time he does that damn slow grind thing against my jeans. With every roll of his hips I catch the sensation of denim on denim, and then the smoother material of his underwear, and finally the hard ridge of his dick underneath it all. But beyond every thrum of desire that’s vibrating through my body, there’s a sensation that’s bigger. I care about this man. And that weighs a hell of a lot more than Berg. I know I shouldn’t, but I pour my feelings into my kisses. Letting my lips say the things my tongue never could.

“Berg,” I pant, tugging at my jeans and wondering why he hasn’t taken them off of me since he said he was keen to undress me earlier.

If he doesn’t know what my intentions are here, I can spell it out for him.

“Yes?” he asks, a hint of amusement in his voice before he lazily sweeps his tongue against mine.

“I-I’m ready. You can take these off.”

His mouth slides to a tender spot beneath my ear that makes a zing of electricity shoot up my upper back.

“Yeah? Ready for what?”

Either he wants to hear me say it, or he’s just being obtuse. I’m gonna go with the former.

My cheeks burn. “I’m already…really wet.”

“Mmm…” his tongue darts over my racing pulse. “And?”

I growl in frustration, and he laughs.

“I’m not in a hurry, Caro.”

“Well, I am.”

If I don’t get to feel him soon, to come soon, I’ll scream.

“I won’t rush this.”

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