Page 80 of Feverburn

I focused on him, imagining it was his touch, not mine. It felt naughty and indulgent, but I didn’t care. I knew he wouldn’t mind me using the sight of him this way. On cue, he let out a growl, hacking into a challenging piece, the sound pushing me into this primal space where I could only chase the high of my orgasm. I swirled faster, pinching my nipple while shifting my hips. My knee jerked when I came, and he caught the movement out of the corner of his eye.

“Rosie?” he asked, plucking his earbuds out. “Are you touching yourself?” Before I could answer, he dropped his axe and strode my way.

I lay speechless and winded in the afterglow while he hovered over me, without a doubt seeing the blush on my cheeks.

“Oh, baby, that’s so hot,” he said admiringly.

I motioned for him to kiss me, the scent of his musky sweat tickling my senses even more.

Breaking the kiss, he whispered, “Let me taste what I did to you,” while pointedly looking at my hand still between my legs. I pulled it from my pussy to sit at the hammock's edge. His heated gaze fixed on me while his mouth slowly sucked and licked my hand clean.

“I love that,” I admitted, completely transfixed.

He looked down at his hands, covered in dirt and flecks of wood sticking to his arms. “My hands might be dirty, but my face is clean.” He flipped his hat backward for better access while kneeling before me. The sight of it made my stomach roll.

“What if I fall?” I giggled.

“I’ve got you,” he said, cleverly grabbing the netting of the hammock on either side and pulling me closer to his face.

I lay down, bending my knees even more, folding myself so everything he could ever want was right in front of his face. His tongue probed my pussy, savoring the first swipe up and down, slicking through what he already did to me. I shuddered, my hands fisting my dress, pulling it even higher for him.

“So fucking hungry for it,” he muttered, kissing my inner thigh. I’m unsure if that was a reference to himself or me, but it didn’t matter. I wiggled my hips closer, my ass right on the roped edge as my legs caged Carson. The way it bit into my flesh made everything heighten. He swung me closer to him, letting his tongue fuck me with each pull, his hands clawing the netting at my hips in a dominant clutch. He held me there, suspended, as he gave his full attention to my clit. My body became pliant as he created a swirling heat in my body.

“Oh god, yes!” I screamed. “Right there.”

I came again, wiggling against his face.

“So fucking sweet and sexy,” he murmured.

“Please! Please get your cock in me,” I pleaded breathlessly. He stood, unable to stop staring at my pussy while he patted his pockets for a condom. “Don’t care,” I whined. “I really,reallydon’t care.” I felt hollow. I needed him to fill me to the brim. I wanted him to cover me in his sweaty body so I could smell him. It was so fucking nasty and instinctual. I couldn’t fight it.

The whirring of tires on the other side of the cabin made me lunge out of the hammock, my wobbly legs barely keeping me upright. Carson caught me and helped me gain balance. “Chill, it’s okay.”

“I have to hide!” I said, pulling my dress down and trying to free myself from his embrace.

His brows pinched. “No, you don’t. I’m sure it’s just my dad we can—”

“I have to!” I patted his chest and booked it into the cabin through the patio. I was too cowardly to look over my shoulder at him. I knew there would be a hurt expression clouding his handsome face. But I had my reasons.

Carson came back in, his face scrunched in discomfort.

“Listen, I know you want him to know about me. But even if we weren’t keeping it private, I wouldn’t want to meet your dad officially as a girlfriend like this,” I gestured to my soaked sundress and red cheeks.

Carson licked his lips. “I get it.” He nodded with a slow blink. “Just a couple of weeks. Plus, you’re here now. That’s what matters.”

“Were you out late last night?” Kaylee asked, sticking her tongue between her lips as she cut open a box. We were merchandising after hours, and Azalea was helping us.

“Oh, um, yeah,” I hesitated, thinking about last night’s forays in the hammock.

“Harley stopped by the store, and your car wasn’t there. Were you on a date with a certain mechanic?” Kaylee playfully elbowed.

Azalea smiled and wiggled her eyebrows. “I heard about you and Dane. You should go for it.”

Kaylee snickered, “Tell her she doesn’t know.”

Zay touched my arm, “Oh, I lost my virginity to him. It was his first time, too. He was really sweet about it.”

“No shit?” I asked, leaning in closer.

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