Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 128260 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 641(@200wpm)___ 513(@250wpm)___ 428(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 128260 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 641(@200wpm)___ 513(@250wpm)___ 428(@300wpm)
We both reached down simultaneously and removed our bottoms, each watching the other. His cock sprang free and unconsciously, I clenched my thighs together and shivered, not with cold but with arousal. Carson quickly secured a towel around his hips and then wrapped another around me before he picked me up in his arms. I laughed and he smiled. “I don’t want your feet to get cold again,” he said, and then he used one hand to unlock and open the back door.
The blast of cold, snowy air hit us and I wrapped my arms around him, putting my face in the crook of his neck, breathing him in and humming contentedly at the scent of his skin right against my nose, that individual smell that I would recognize until the day I died.
I couldn’t help darting my tongue out to taste him there. He tasted slightly salty and I relished it on my tongue. I wanted to taste him everywhere.
A small growl came from his throat and a slight tremor moved through his body as he walked to the hot tub a few feet away.
As I climbed in the hot, steamy water, he placed our towels underneath a bench behind him and pressed a button to turn on the jets.
Oh, God, heaven. As I sunk down into the water with a sigh, Carson climbed in and moved right next to me.
My eyes fell closed and I moaned at the delicious feel of the hot water swirling around me. I let every muscle in my body relax, letting the stress and emotional buildup release from my tense body. After a few minutes, I grew so hot that I felt perspiration break out on my forehead. The desire that had been pulsing through my body a few minutes ago was still there, but it had taken a back seat momentarily.
I looked at Carson to see him smiling at me. “I missed that,” he said.
“What?” I murmured.
“The look of pleasure on your face.”
My lips tipped, and I took a moment to really study his face for the first time since he had come back into my life. Those deep hazel eyes with the long, dark lashes, always watching, observing, taking in everything around him, the beautiful lines of his face, and those full lips that I constantly wanted somewhere on my body. “I missed you,” I said. “Everything about you.” I reached out my finger and traced his strong jaw, a day or two worth of scruff making it rough beneath my touch, and then used my thumb to trace his lips, right before I leaned over and kissed him gently. He wrapped a hand around the back of my neck and pulled me closer to him, slanting his lips over mine.
Snow was falling gently around us, the sun now almost entirely up in the sky, casting a warm glow over the quiet morning. The trees around us shivered and so did I. With happiness. With pleasure. With deep gratitude for this moment that seemed both destined and dream-like.
We kissed slowly for a few minutes, our tongues meeting and dueling gently, but then he moaned deeply into my mouth and thrust his tongue deeper, and that shivering went everywhere. Down my limbs. Into each cell. Oh God, the taste of him. How had I lived without it all these years?
I pressed my breasts against his chest and rolled around on top of him so that I was straddling him, his erection pressing into my stomach. I slid my wet body against his, glorying in the glide of our slick skin.
Our kisses went deep and wild until we were both panting into each other’s mouths. My body was relaxed yet filled with electricity, making me needy and desperate again.
Carson suddenly pulled away, breathing hard and looking so strained he almost seemed to be in pain. “Grace, baby, we need to slow this down. It’s not gonna take much to—”
“Let’s go inside,” I whispered against his mouth, moving off of him.
He stood quickly, grabbing the towels from under the bench and handing me one as I pulled myself from the water. He reached to the side of the hot tub and switched off the jets. I couldn’t look away from his body as he performed each small task, his muscles flexing under his skin as he moved. God, he was exquisite.
When we got inside, he locked the back door behind us and led me down the hall to a small bedroom.
I glanced around at the cozy room, filled with distressed, black furniture. The bed was a large, four-poster with white, down-filled bedding. It was unmade, as if Carson had gotten out of it not too long ago.
I turned back toward Carson and he moved closer to me. I studied his face as he took the towel from around my body and rubbed it gently through my hair again, our gazes clashing. I loved the look on his face, intensity hardening his features and yet his eyes filled with tenderness. I saw his desire, and I saw his heart. Both were mine.