“Thank you,” Carmen said as they walked out of the garage.
“Don’t mention it. You’re a natural.”
“Really?” Carmen’s eyes glittered at the news and Clark gritted his teeth. It was true. That girl had some raw talent with an engine; it was a quality that had intensified his burning for her. Thankfully, she was more oblivious of his feelings than he was of hers.
In fact, it had been all but impossible not to indulge himself in the sweet nectar of Carmen’s pure body. She was ripe for the taking, and every time she turned her gorgeous green eyes upon him he could have cursed for how overcome with desire he was for her.
The worst part wasn’t just that she was a virgin. It was just how much she wanted him back. Being powerless to indulge himself was not a feeling that Clark was comfortable with. He had always held a position of power within the pack. At least, that was true until the outsiders had come along.
“Are you hungry?” Carmen asked. “Making you lunch is the least I can do for knowing that I will never feel helplessly stranded again.”
Clark smiled uncomfortably and showed Carmen his greasy hands.
“I think I’m going to go wash up first,” Clark said. Carmen nodded and headed into the kitchen.
Clark showered quickly, cutting through the grease as fast as he could. There was something pleasant about the house when it was just him and Carmen inside. A comfortable, borderline domestic quality he hadn’t felt since his wife had passed away.
“Ah!”
Clark froze. Something was wrong with Carmen.
He wrapped a towel around his waist and ran down the stairs, his heart pumping wildly with adrenaline.
“Are you okay?!”
Carmen whipped around, her eyes wide.
“Whoa,” she whispered, her eyes fixed on Clark’s abdomen.
“What happened?” Clark demanded. “I thought you were hurt.”
“I cut myself a little bit,” Carmen said, trying to repress a smile. “I’m fine though, it just surprised me.”
Much like a naked man running in behind her must have surprised her. Clark suddenly felt embarrassed. But Carmen lowered her eyes, an attractive pink flush coloring her cheeks. “Thanks for checking on me.”
Clark grunted noncommittally and turned away.
A furious fire suddenly surged through him when he felt the warmth of Carmen’s hand on his broad shoulder. He turned around slowly, and looked her sternly in the eye.
“Don’t,” he said, ignoring the hurt creasing her face.
He walked to the living room, running his hand through his hair, unable to battle the exasperation mounting in his body. They were so close. The only way he would be able to behave himself was if he got the hell out of there.
Clark jogged up the steps, tapping into some of his shifter speed to get out of dodge. It was abnormal for him to feel afraid; particularly by his own feelings. Even if Carmen were a little older, it was still strange for him. He hadn’t felt this strongly about anybody since his wife had been alive.
Clark whipped his towel off once he reached the bedroom and tugged on a pair of jeans. He would just have to wait up there until the agitation in his chest subsided. He was afraid of what he might do if he was faced with her again. The tension between them was just too much. And she wanted him. He knew she did. He couldn’t let her do something they might both end up regretting.
“Clark?”
Clark groaned in frustration as the gentle rapping of Carmen’s knock hit his door and she carefully let herself inside. She shut the door softly.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I don’t know what to do.”
Carmen lowered her long-lashed eyes to the floor, and Clark drank her in. The purity of her beautiful face and the feeling of her soft hands touching his body had brought him to the edge of his willpower.
“You should leave,” Clark said darkly, turning his back on her.
Carmen hesitated before she spoke. “I don’t want to leave.”
“You have to,” Clark said, his voice strained. He turned around to glare at her. “For your own sake.”
Carmen glowered at him. “I’m not a little girl.”
It was just what he had been needing to hear. Suddenly, his hands were on her shoulders and she was gasping in surprise. The room was suddenly on fire as Clark’s senses were overwhelmed by the power of her longing.
But he couldn’t just give in. What kind of man would take the virginity of his daughter’s best friend?
“Don’t stop,” Carmen breathed, her eyes pleading. She didn’t know what she was asking.
Clark growled deeply. How was he letting this happen?
“This is wrong,” Clark said. “We need to stop, god damn it.”
“I already told you,” Carmen said, her perfect features drawing in annoyance. “I’m not a kid. I want this.”
Clark’s last shred of self-control withered and he pressed his mouth against Carmen’s, doing his best to stay gentle despite the urgency of his longing. “Fine,” he said. “But not all the way.”
Carmen gasped and nodded, her hands roaming his abdomen as he massaged her tongue with his. Her fingers left a trail of fire in their wake, and he knew there would be no holding back this time. It was wrong. They both knew it. So why couldn’t he help himself?
He was too far gone to think twice about it and helped Carmen to lift the soft white T-shirt she was wearing over her head. Clark stopped to marvel the perfection of her breasts, perky in a form-fitting white bra that he wanted to tear right off her body. But Carmen was a precious thing, and he let his hand fall tenderly over them and gently massaged her nipple through the fabric. She shivered beneath him and he led her to the bed, his cock harder than it had ever been in his life.
They both lay back on the bed, their limbs entwined as Clark kissed Carmen tenderly, their bodies playing a game of give and take, completely beyond their control. The softness of her skin against his was enough to drive Clark crazy, and he roamed the gentle slopes of her body, relishing in the little gasps of pleasure that escaped Carmen’s full, pink lips.
He expertly removed her bra with one hand and lifted her on top of him to get a better look. Her nipples were a rosy pink, and she covered her breasts modestly.
“It’s okay,” Clark said, gently tugging her hands away. “They’re beautiful.”
Carmen smiled nervously and relaxed at his touch. Clark felt bad suddenly that his hands were so calloused; such a delicate woman deserved to have delicate touches.
But Carmen didn’t seem to mind in the least, and her chest heaved as she drew in big breaths. She didn’t know how to use her body yet, Clark realized suddenly. Her middle was hot against his stomach, his cock screaming in agony every time her ass touched it. But they would have to take it slow. How far was she willing to go? If he didn’t get a release soon, he was terrified of what he might do to her.
As if she could read his mind, Carmen slid her body down Clark’s. He couldn’t help but moan as her middle engulfed his groin for a brief, heavenly moment. The heat alone nearly brought him to climax. But soon, she was resting on his thighs, the delicate features of her face perplexed as she gazed down and examined his groin closely. Clark almost laughed; she looked like a scientist investigating a new species.
He shivered suddenly when Carmen hesitantly pressed her hand against his abdomen. Clark had never felt a thrill so gratifying. She hesitated before making another move, her cheeks flushed with longing. Her green eyes stared into his questioningly as she tentatively slipped her hand beneath the fabric of his pants, slowly, cautiously, taking in the feeling of his body tense beneath her touch.
Carmen looked up at Clark and smiled shyly, and his heart panged hard in his chest. She was so beautiful. He could tell she was a little bit afraid, but despite that, she was eager to please him. And, although she didn’t know it yet, she was also eager to please herself.
Clark growled when her hands found his hard cock, and a little gasp escaped Carmen’s lips. The look on her face, a sensual look of pure desire, made him forget everything. He wanted to sear Carmen’s expression into his mind and remember it forever. He had never seen anything so sexy before.
Carmen sighed pleasurably as she worked her hands up and down Clark’s shaft, and he closed his eyes, relishing in the sparks of ecstasy as they flowed through his body. He pushed his pants down, sneaking a glance at Carmen as she saw his member for the first time. Her emerald eyes were wide, and the flush on her cheeks darkened as she ran her hand along the length of it.
“I didn’t know…” she whispered, and then cut herself off with a nervous giggle.
Clark eyed her, doing everything in his power not to take her right then and there. There was something so fetching about her innocence. But her face seemed mature and sexy as she explored him. If he let her toy with him any longer, he knew he wouldn’t be able to hold back. But would his climax frighten her? He didn’t want to find out before he had a chance to taste her forbidden fruit for himself.
Carmen gasped in surprise when Clark finally found himself unable to resist and grabbed her gently by the arms. He lifted Carmen and laid her down in the bed, stripping her down to her panties. If he didn’t leave those on, he knew he would lose his mind.
Clark ran his hands along her soft hips and then climbed on top of her, his cock pressed firmly into the heat of her middle. She moaned and bucked her hips when he ran the length of it against her, just the thin fabric of her panties between them. He could have shoved himself inside of her, and was tempted, but instead, he pushed himself away, slipping her underwear away and dipping his finger inside of her.
Carmen cried out in a mixture of pleasure and surprise as Clark covered her with his mouth, sending powerful jolts of rapture throughout her body as he used his tongue and fingers in unison to pleasure her. Carmen’s body trembled on the bed as he brought her to new heights of ecstasy, until her sudden orgasm shocked them both.
Carmen gripped the sheets, her breasts rising and falling as she breathed heavily through her climax. Clark didn’t stop for anything, until she was writhing on the bed with his pruned fingers inside of her.
Clark was shocked when she sat up from her orgasm and sank her mouth down easily over his cock. He cried out in surprise as Carmen bobbed her head over him, her long blonde locks tickling his thighs sensually as his abdomen filled with a powerful tingling sensation.
“Stop,” Clark choked. “I’m going to –“
But she didn’t stop, and he hissed as his cock quaked in her mouth and erupted. She pulled away for a moment, surprised, but quickly draped her mouth over him again, her hot tongue prolonging his orgasm. He was shocked by just how gratifying it was; he hadn’t enjoyed a blowjob since he was in high school. He had always been after the real deal.
But when Carmen pulled away, her green eyes dancing, Clark had the absurd thought that he was in love.
He reprimanded himself for it as she stood from the bed and walked calmly to the bathroom interlocking his bedroom. Clark lay on the bed, feeling a confusing mixture of satisfaction and revulsion. What had he done?