Page 92 of Family Bonds: Carson & Laine

His hand reached for the buttons on her shirt.

“That is what is called living in the moment,” she said. “There isn’t anywhere comfortable in here.”

“It’s not about comfort,” he said. “It’s about feeling. This room is where you feel the most, right?”

She was staring into his eyes. “Yes,” she said softly.

“I want you to think of me as you do your art. I want you to show me what you feel when you’re in this room,” he said.

The smile filled her face. “This will be a first not even on a list. I never thought of it either.”

“I have,” he said. “But it’s not about the list as much as a need to feel and breathe you in as if we are one.”

“You do have a way with words,” she said.

His hands were slowly undoing all the buttons until her shirt was open and he saw the orange bra peeking out. He knew her panties would match. They always did.

“And you have a way of turning me on like no other woman has ever done before.”

“No talking about anyone else when you’re getting me naked,” she said, clicking her tongue and wagging her finger at him.

“How about kissing?” he asked. “Is that allowed?”

“Always allowed,” she said. “Once we get these clothes out of the way.”

She pulled his shirt up and over his head, ran her nails down his chest and then reached for the button on his jeans.

They both toed their shoes off at the same time.

His hands went to the button and zipper on her jeans and together they were yanking the other’s clothing down fast.

“What do you feel?” he asked her.

“You,” she said. “Only you. I want to paint you. I’ve been sketching you.”

“You have?” he asked, stopping in his tracks from lowering his underwear down.

“Pencil sketches. I’ll show you when we are done.”

“What are you doing?” he asked when she was naked and walking away from him.

“Getting paint.”

“You’re painting me?” he asked. This wasn’t what he had in mind.

“Body paints,” she said, whipping the box around to make a production about it and shaking her butt. “You want me to show you what I feel in here, this is how I’ll do it.”

“Those are safe?” he asked. “Like we won’t need to go to my brother and get a script for a rash and I’ll have to tell him how I got it?”

She burst out laughing. “Where is the guy that is willing to try anything? You trust me, right?”

“One hundred percent,” he said.

He got his condom out while she laid a blanket over a bunch of pillows she was throwing on the ground. He stood there as she raced around setting up the room.

Her excitement was fueling him for what he knew might be one of the best experiences of his life.

“Lie down,” she said. “Or sit. It doesn’t matter. Let’s just get comfortable. I’m going to give you a lesson if you don’t mind. It’s how my mind works when I’m feeling and painting.”

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