Page 37 of Falling for Carla

“Yeah, but this is better.”

“So quit having this James Bond level self-control,” I said.

“Have you ever watched a Bond movie? He’s constantly punching people, killing people and having sex with total strangers and enemies. Self-control is not his thing,” he said.

“He’s supposed to be this icy professional killer,” I pointed out.

“Don’t believe the hype,” I said. “The movies I’ve seen, he was pretty impulsive, did whatever he wanted.”

“A loose cannon?” I laughed, “I should’ve known. I guess I was fooled by the tuxedo and the gun—that flawless spy look.”

“Everything’s messier once you look past the surface,” he said.

I shrugged. “I still think you have more willpower than any ten people.”

“I’m just a patient man. I know some things are worth waiting for.”

I was puzzled by him, by his avoidance of me, his protectiveness, his gentleness and humor. I wanted to know more.

“I don’t like being here,” I admitted, “but under other circumstances I think I would. What I mean is, I don’t like being hunted by kidnappers and killers, no offense to the accommodations.”

“No offense taken. I want you to know you’re safe here. With me.” The intensity in his eyes when they met mine was almost too much.

“I know that,” I said.

I passed him a handful of forks I’d just washed and my fingers touched his palm. Jerking back as if I’d touched a stove burner, I tried to withdraw. It was too much, too powerful an attraction. The accidental touch of my wet fingers on his big rough palm had sent a pure sexual thrill right down my body. A clatter as the forks fell to the floor, and the tug of his hand on mine as he held on, not releasing his hold on me. He dropped the dish towel and reached for me, pulling me in.

Drake’s kiss was no doubt one of the wonders of the world. The first brush of his lips against mine and I legit moaned right out loud. He felt so good, and the way he moved his mouth and hands, the way he ate at my lips and worked my mouth open were so sensual, so raw that I was reduced to pure sensation. I got my arms around him, titled my head and sighed with relief and a surge of ecstasy when he slid his tongue in my mouth. A sudden rush of completeness, of rightness overtook me. This was how we should be, how close, how perfect. His body, big and muscular, engulfed me. In an instant, he was plundering my mouth, an arm around my waist holding me up. I wound my legs shamelessly around one of his, tangling us together, letting him support me and press me against him hard and unrelenting.

“Yes,” I panted against his mouth, before I sank back under his spell, the irresistible languor that his lush kiss worked on my senses until I was completely his to do with as he wished.

Drake backed me up to the counter and set me on the edge so he could step between my thighs. Big, warm hands slid smoothly under my shirt and along the sensitive, secret skin over my rib cage. A brush of his thumb below my breast left me shivering. His mouth was on mine again, and I opened my eyes. He was looking right tat me, kissing me with his eyes open, taking in every naked expression in my eyes, every trace of hunger and need and loneliness on my face. I felt exposed to him in the best way possible, trusting him with my most intimate reactions, my body and soul in his hands.

Drake stroked my full breasts, not only concentrating on my nipples, but caressing the slope of my breast and the sensitive curve and swell beneath them. My head dropped back, and his big hands supported my back as he consumed my nipple, licking and teasing before drawing deeply on me, sending pleasure rocketing down my spine and between my legs.

I wriggled on the counter, needy for more of his touch. He took his time, like the patient man he claimed to be, working my breasts, nipping at them, sucking my nipples until they were reddened, and I was so wet between my legs that even the slightest shift of my thighs felt slippery.

Drake kissed the corner of my mouth, mischievous, and then bit my bottom lip before sliding his tongue back in my mouth. I was shaking with want by then, my eyes, my lips, my hands pleading with him for relief. I couldn’t speak, couldn’t risk breaking the moment. I was so turned on, needed him so much. One word might ruin everything as I shuddered at the tipping point.

Drake knew what I needed, and his soft, slow kiss changed the pace, made my body turn liquid as molten honey and I flowed in his arms. His strong hand roamed my thighs and then removed my leggings in a swift yank that belied his soft, slow kisses. He tore them away, leaving my legs bare, and his big hand immediately went to my sex. It was bare for him and weeping. I saw the change in his face, felt the stutter in his kiss and the slight hesitation in his touch as if he couldn’t believe it. I wasn’t wearing panties and I had shaved, leaving smooth, bare skin wet with arousal and slick against his eager fingers. He probed me and stroked me, brushing fingertips, then knuckles through my tender folds and the wetness that swelled there with the arousal he stoked in me. His look of wonder and disbelief as he met my eyes was so satisfying. I gave him a slow smile and he captured my mouth with his.

I leaned back on my elbows, soaking in the sensations. He kissed my neck, sucking and licking as two fingers slid inside me, penetrating me. I was so wet, so eager that it eased his way. He dragged his hand out, and I moaned my protest. But he returned his long, stroking fingers to my soaked pussy.

This time he tucked three long fingers inside me, stretching me, making me twist and arch my hips, shifting to accommodate him. Stroking me, curling those fingers in me, he was working me over and I was gasping, sweat filming my skin. I leaned back on my elbows and watched him work his fingers in me, the lewdness of the sight enough to make my mouth water. Just the right angle and he pressed up into me, his mouth on my belly, kissing down over my mound until he licked my clit, setting off a cascade of sparks rolling through my body. The orgasm seemed to spin me around, making me so breathless with pleasure that I didn’t know which way was up. When it finally dissipated, I felt his palm beneath my head. He had stopped me from hitting my head on the counter when I was bucking in the throes of my climax.

I surged upward, sitting up to wrap my arms around his neck. I kissed his cheek and nipped at his earlobe, my desire ramped up to an eleven by that incredible orgasm. I loved the taste of his skin, the scent of him. He twisted his fingers inside me as he withdrew them and then flicked my clit with his thumb. Bucking, I screamed in surprise as another orgasm ripped through me like a hurricane.

I bit his shoulder. He held me fast against him. White hot pleasure rocketed through me. My body clenched again and again, almost painfully. I gasped and looked up at him, wondering how he’d done that so effortlessly. He just looked pleased with himself and licked his fingers that had been inside of me. I kissed the spot on his shoulder where I’d bitten down.

I unbuttoned his shirt, my bare legs swinging on either side of his hips. Saucy, I nipped at his jaw, leaning forward to lick his ear as I pushed his shirt open. He let me play for a minute, teasing him with kisses and caresses, raking my nails down his chest. Then he took my hands and put them on the button of his pants. I made quick work of the button and zipper and pushed them down. His huge, heavy erection sprang up, free. I swallowed hard, a clench of excitement and a pinch of fear at the sight. He was so big. I reminded myself he’d fit in me before, and I could stretch to take all of him in. I’d be so stuffed I could probably feel him in my throat, I thought with a surge of anticipation that made my thighs slick again. I writhed against the counter a little, enjoying the cool stone against my hot skin.

Drake chose that moment to grab me by the hips and drag me against him. He claimed my mouth in a deep, bruising kiss. I succumbed to him, melting under the fire of his kiss, the strength in his hands. He kissed my cheekbone, my temple, and whispered in my ear.

“I’m going to take that tight, wet pussy now. You’re mine.”

I gave a small moan, all I could manage, my body aching for his invasion. He picked me up, my legs wrapping around him. Instead of going to the bedroom as I expected, he stopped at the dining table where we’d had supper. He set me on my feet and turned me around. His hands tracked up my sides and caressed the sides of my breasts before sliding up to my shoulders and down my arms. He covered my hands with his and braced them on the table. He kissed my neck and then guided me down so I was bent over the smooth wooden table.

I felt his big hand in the small of my back pressing me down, and then he caressed my ass and upper thighs. With one hand, he spread me open. I shivered at the touch of his fingers in my most sensitive, private places. My inner lips clenched in anticipation. I felt the brush of his cock against my opening.

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