Page 26 of One Little Indiscretion

“Is this a good idea?”

“Probably not,” Carrick admitted, his voice rough with need. “But let’s do it anyway. In an hour or two we can return to real life, to reality, but for now, let’s have this.”

Sadie hesitated and Carrick cupped her face in his hands, his thumbs stroking her cheekbones. “Let’s take this time, and just be. Let’s enjoy each other and what we do to and for each other. The future can wait. Let’s take this time before the day starts, before the rest of our lives change irrevocably and we drive each other crazy. It’s just you and me, nobody else, nothing else matters.”

How could she resist his low-pitched, rumbly voice, his sexy words? What woman in the world could? She thought she should remind him that this wasn’t going to become a habit, that sleeping together this morning would be another onetime thing, but talking was for later...

Right now all she wanted to do was feel.

Sadie lowered her mouth to his, and Carrick’s hand moved from her face to the back of her head, keeping her at the angle he preferred. His tongue swept inside her mouth. She felt him shudder, his erection hardening against her stomach. The first rays of dawn lightened the room and shadows danced across his skin as the day unfurled. Carrick made her feel like that, like she was new and precious and exciting, full of possibilities.

Sadie sat up and peeled herself off Carrick, sliding off him to look down at him. She kneeled next to the sofa and ran her hand over his chest, down the shaft tenting his pants. Carrick shuddered and his eyes took on a sheen of gold, his low murmurs of approval telling her how much he enjoyed her touch. The previous time they’d made love, Carrick had been in the driver’s seat and this time, this last time, she wanted control.

Sadie pushed her hands up and under Carrick’s shirt and pulled it up his chest, revealing a light dusting of hair, his ripped stomach and his muscled arms. Carrick pulled the shirt up and over his head, and Sadie placed her lips on his biceps, needing to feel the play of those big muscles under her lips. She inhaled his musky, soap-and-man-and-sex smell and felt that rush of warmth hitting her panties.

Yeah, she wanted him...so much it actually hurt.

“Come up here and kiss me,” Carrick told her, looking at her through half-closed eyelids. He pushed his fingers into her hair, playing with her curls.

“Not yet,” Sadie softly replied, placing her hand on his chest and feeling his heartbeat under her hand. So strong, so steady, so intensely male. She watched, fascinated, as his small nipple contracted and she impulsively put her mouth to that bud and was surprised at the low groan her touch elicited. Emboldened, she moved her mouth across his chest, touching her tongue to his warm skin. On her knees now, she caressed his sides and ran the back of her knuckles over his stomach before dipping her tongue into his sunken belly button.

“You’re killing me here, Sades.”

But in a good way. Sadie smiled against his skin and traced the ripples of his washboard stomach with her tongue.

“I need to touch you, Sadie.”

“Not done, Murphy.” Sadie placed her hand on his erection, sliding her fingers up his shaft, feeling the heat beneath the soft fabric of his jeans. She flipped open the buttons on his fly. Carrick placed his thumbs in the band of his jeans and lifted his hips, pushing them down. When they landed in a heap on the floor next to her knees, she stared down at him, entranced by his masculine beauty. She traced the raised veins with one finger, before spreading the small bead of moisture over its head.

She was soaking wet from just looking at him. She could slide her leg over him and he’d be inside her with no trouble at all, but if this was their last time—and it had to be—then she wanted to live out a little fantasy...

Or, judging by the size, a big fantasy.

She’d never done this before; she’d never wanted to with Dennis—and what did that say about her marriage?—but how hard could it be? Sadie placed her lips on his shaft and inhaled his sexy scent. Placing her lips on him, she nibbled her way up to his head before resting the tip on her closed mouth.

“Dying here, Sadie. Seriously,” Carrick muttered, lifting his hips to encourage her to open her mouth.

Sadie turned her head to look at him, pulling her hair back behind her ear to see him clearly. “Do you want me to continue, Carrick?”

“More than I want my heart to keep beating,” he replied, his voice vibrating with need.

She liked the note of desperation she heard in his voice, the way his erratic breathing filled the room. For once the mighty Murphy wasn’t in control—she was, and she felt powerful, feminine, alluring. Sexy, dammit.

And in giving, she was ramping up her own pleasure; she’d never been more turned on in her life. Sadie opened her mouth and allowed his erection to slide onto her tongue, her lips closing around him. She felt Carrick tense, and his hand in her hair tightened.

“Feels so good, Sadie. God, please don’t stop.”

Sadie took him deeper and she swirled her tongue around his tip and Carrick released a low stream of curses. Using his core muscles to sit up, he gently pulled her head back. “Too much,” he muttered.

“Can’t handle me, Murphy?” Sadie teased him.

“Damn straight. Not when you do that.” Carrick’s words were rough with suppressed need and emotion. He swung his feet off the couch, pulled her to stand between his knees and quickly divested her of her clothing. When she was naked in front of him, he placed his forehead between her breasts and gripped her waist with his hands. “Want you so much, Sadie.”

She was here, she was naked, why was he waiting? Sadie felt him kiss her skin, his hands moving up to cover her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her nipples in a light but make-me-crazy touch. “I need you inside me, Carrick, filling me, stretching me, making me whole.”

“Give me a sec, honey, I’m so close.”

She didn’t want him in control; she wanted him wild and unhinged and thoughtless. Taking the initiative again, she pushed him back down and Sadie straddled him, brushing her wet warmth against his erection. Pleasure slid through her, warm and wet and wonderful. Not giving Carrick much time to react, she took him in hand, lifted her hips and slid down onto him, sighing as he filled her.

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