Chapter Twelve
TAWNY WASHED UP and returned to the bedroom with a warm, wet washcloth. Her heart hammered against her ribs at the sight of her powerful man blindfolded and bound to the bed, his body glistening with the proof of his arousal. His scent lingered in the air, like a Callery pear tree. The emotions thrumming through her, the immense love she had for Carson, were so powerful, she couldn’t speak. She bathed him in silence, soaking in the sound of his breathing, the feel of his body, the small smile on his lips. When she put the washcloth in the bathroom and came back to him, she ran her fingers from his ankle to his hips, along his torso, and climbed onto the bed next to him. She lay on her side, tracing his jaw with her fingertips, then with kisses, deciding what to do next. Every inch her fingers covered brought a sense of completeness, of awe over his beauty and his strength. How many men would allow this? she wondered. Her thigh slid over his, and when his lips parted, she traced those, too.
“Baby,” he breathed out.
She moved over him, her legs between his, and untied his blindfold. He blinked several times, and as the fog of darkness cleared, his eyes filled with heat, and he went hard beneath her.
“Tabby Cat. What you do to me…”
The wonder in his voice brought his words to life, and she felt the depth of them everywhere—on her skin, in her heart, in the very air she breathed. She caressed his cheeks, and his eyes fluttered closed. The softness of his skin and the feathery flutter of his long lashes contradicted his corded muscles, drawing her heart closer to the surface. She knew there could never be another man in her life. She felt on the verge of tears, admitting to herself what she’d probably known all along. When he sighed, she touched his lips, bringing his eyes open again.
“I love you, Carson, with my whole heart.”
He craned his neck up, and she met him in a warm, loving kiss. She needed to be in his arms again.
She untied his ankles, rubbing them, working her way up his calves with kisses, easing the tension from his muscles and seeing it rise elsewhere. Her body prickled with heat again. She crawled onto the bed, and his powerful legs closed around her, locking her against him.
“I was going to untie you, but suddenly I want to play.”
“You should have untied my arms first so I could hold you.”
She pressed her finger over her lips. “Soon.”
Wiggling out from between his legs, she straddled his torso. “First, I’m feeling a little needy.”
That earned a hungry grin, and when she leaned forward, brushing her breast over his lips, he eagerly gave her what she wanted. She closed her eyes, reveling in the incredible sensations. She grabbed hold of his arms, using them for leverage as she offered him her other breast. He took it between his teeth, his eyes locked on hers, and he bit down. She cried out, wincing against the pleasure and pain.
“Good Lord, Carson. I felt that everywhere.”
“I need more of you. Get up here and let me make you come.” His wolfish grin and demanding voice made her laugh.
Why did his sexual frustration turn her on so much? “My, my…”
“Tabby.” His brows knitted and a serious scowl formed on his handsome face. “Get over here and let me taste you, please.”
She lowered her face so their mouths were a breath apart, unable to stop smiling. “What woman in her right mind would deny you that pleasure?”
“Don’t you dare,” he said.
She moved down his body, sliding her sex over his erection, and lowered her mouth to his pecs, teasing him as he did her. Her hands traveled over his flesh as she increased the friction between her legs, moving faster, needing more.
“Tabby, I don’t want to come unless I’m inside you.”
She rose on her knees and guided the head of his cock inside her, moving ever so slightly, not allowing him to enter her fully. His hips rose off the mattress, but she was too quick, lifting herself higher, keeping full penetration at bay.
“Tabs,” he warned.
“You’re sexy when you’re frustrated.”
She giggled and climbed up his body again, kissing him hard, then easing to a languid, sensual kiss. His hips undulated as he ground his cock against her, causing her fingers to curl around his arms. God, she needed him as badly as he wanted her. She reached between their bodies, rubbing her fingers over her sex; then she slid them into his mouth.
“Mm,” he moaned. His eyes went dark as coal. “Not enough.”
She moved off of him and stepped from the bed.
“Hey, babe? You’re going in the wrong direction.”
She began unshackling his wrists. “Sometimes we both need more.”
The second his hands were untied he swept her beneath him and captured her mouth in a kiss that sang through her veins, making her ache and melt at once. She would be happy staying right here beneath him, enveloped by his body and entranced by the velvety warmth of his mouth forever. His hands pushed beneath her, cradling her tight against him. Her legs wound around his waist, and he entered her in one fluid motion. Her head fell back against the pillow with the magnificent force of their bodies.
“Carson…” She grasped for the right words to express how she felt.
He touched his forehead to hers, and she knew no words were necessary. Their bodies moved in perfect sync, falling into a warm, sweet rhythm. Tawny felt transported into him, as if their beings had become one. Big, strong hands moved down her back and gripped her hips, angling them up and holding her there as he thrust faster, drove in deeper. Their bodies were slick with sweat, their erratic heartbeats creating a pulse-pounding chorus to their gasps and pleas. Her senses reeled, her thoughts skidded, and her desires grew to explosive proportions, and when Carson gazed into her eyes, everything stilled.
“How will I ever let you go back to Paris without me?” Carson whispered. “You are my very heart and soul.”
His mouth came tenderly down over hers as he loved her the way only he knew how, and the rest of the world fell away.