CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Amelia
My mind was full of nothing but Carson. This close, his body pressed to mine, my nose filled with his scent and my heart thudded, slowly as he stroked the skin of my back.
I had forgotten how gentle and strong his hands were, how they clung, just a little, as if each part of me were precious as silk. I leaned against him and moaned as his mouth moved gently over mine.
I had just showered and was dressed in my new nightgown, a soft cotton slip all that stood between me and the soft cotton of the gown. When my body leaned against his, I could feel his lean hardness pressed to me and my arms tensed, drawing him closer.
He moaned and I felt a tightness in his lower body, pressing myself against the bulge in his pants. Suddenly, my need was all-consuming and I reached up, stroking a hand through his hair.
“Carson,” I murmured.
“Amelia!”
It was a low whisper, full of urgency. We kissed again. Then, abruptly, we were on the bed. I leaned into him and his body pressed to mine. I found myself lying on my back, looking up at the ceiling, as his hands stroked my body with a slow urgency.
“Yes,” I moaned. “Oh, yes.”
He sat back and his hands moved to the buttons of his shirt. I reached up and joined him, unfastening them with fevered wanting. My own hand was shaking and his was too. That surprised me. I wrapped my body around his, sitting behind him, my arms holding him loosely as my fingers struggled with the shirt. He chuckled.
“Oh, baby. You make me want you.”
I smiled and kissed his shoulder. “I want you, Carson Grant.”
I wanted him more than I had ever wanted anything before. Suddenly, all restraint was gone. Our hands tore at our clothing. I moaned as he pressed me back onto the bed and his hands moved over me. The gown was gone, torn away in one firm yank by his strong hands. Lying on my back, wearing only a silky-soft shift, I looked into his eyes.
“Carson,” I murmured.
“Amelia.”
His lips were hungry on mine, his tongue warm and thick and mobile as it pressed between my lips, plundering my mouth with delicious urgency. My whole body responded and I leaned back, wanting to give myself to him. His hands slid down my body, moving the straps.
He kissed my neck and then moved lower. My body tensed as he sampled my breast. I groaned and tipped my head back as he cupped one breast and licked the other. He looked into my eyes.
“You’re so beautiful.”
“Oh, Carson. I want you.”
He removed my shift and then his own trousers. We lay beside each other on the bed. He ran his hands down my body with that same slowness he always employed, the way he made me feel as if I was the most desirable woman alive.
He stroked lower and I shivered as he moved his hand to between my thighs. His fingers played in my slippery moistness, and I heard him groan. The sound aroused me like nothing else, and suddenly I wanted him. I moved my legs apart and stroked his back, trying to nudge him in the right direction. His brown eyes looked into mine with a sweet expression, as if asking permission.
“Yes,” I moaned for the second time. “Please.”
He took the invitation as I meant it and knelt between my legs. I looked up at his body. He was made of muscle, his torso gleaming in the soft light of the bedroom. I reached up to him as he knelt down and stroked my hand along his rippling biceps. He moved lower, his hand searching for me as he got ready to slide inside.
“Oh yes,” I murmured as he lined up with my opening. Then nothing made sense anymore as he filled me. My mind flew away and only my body was left, curved around the fullness of him.
As his body withdrew and slid back in again, I closed my eyes. It had been so many years since he had lain with me, so long since I had felt this, but he still fit me perfectly. Our bodies knew each other like we knew the palms of our hands. They moved in perfect synchrony, his pressing on mine in exactly the way I loved, my heart thudding with the long-lost familiar timing as he thrust in me, first slow, then accelerating.
“Oh, oh. Oh.”
I didn’t know which of us was moaning more loudly as I moved and he moved, withdrawing and pushing, and then we were both thrusting long and hard and urgent. His cock filled me and seemed to be growing as I pushed against him. His head probed in me, rubbing against the sensitive spot just inside me as we moved and I felt my own body start to throb with longing.
I’m about to come.
My body lit up like a flare and I could feel the climax growing inside me and growing and growing…I was shaking and clenching and shivering and my whole body was filling and filling with need.
“Oh!”
I cried out aloud and he kissed my lips, swallowing my cries. I leaned back and let him push into me again and again and again until he cried out too, biting his lip, face contorted, not to shout.
I reached up and wrapped him in my arms and he collapsed against me. I stroked his back and he lay on my shoulder and we stayed like that until we both fell asleep.