Now that he had a plan, she couldn’t argue he wasn’t taking into consideration what she wanted.
Carson pulled alongside her car, put his truck in park and shut it off before he faced her. “Sorry that we ended up at cross purposes tonight.”
Carolyn laughed cynically. “That’s one way of putting it.”
“How would you have put it?”
“You got your way. And whatever—” she gestured wildly, “—attraction you have for me is no match for your resolve to get your way.”
“What the hell am I supposed to say to that, Caro?”
“Nothing. Goodbye.” Carolyn bailed out of the truck.
Goodbye? Not goodnight? “Oh no. Oh hell no.” Carson jumped out and caught her just as she started to unlock her car door. “You don’t get to—”
Carolyn turned and shoved at him. “Leave me alone. I refuse to stand in the rain and argue with you.”
She turned back and inserted the key, twisting hard. She did that twice more with no success.
Carson said, “Let me try.”
“I don’t want your help.”
“I’m sure, but sugar, it looks like you need it.” He curled himself around her, trying to block her from the downpour as he jimmied the lock.
And as he cranked and twisted, he was acutely aware of the soft cushion of her ass against his groin. The outer swell of her breast rubbing on the inside of his forearm. The way the rain released the flowery scent of her shampoo and the powdery sweet aroma of her perfume. The arm she’d braced against the window shook. He felt the heat rising from her neck and the press of her spine into his chest.
In that moment he needed her more than his next breath.
Then his mouth was on her ear. “Carolyn.”
A shudder worked through her.
The keys dropped to the ground.
She tried to spin around but he held her in place. “Stay like this.”
His hands moved to her hips and he followed the curve of her waist up to plant his hands on her br**sts.
She arched against him hard, turning her head, baring her throat, reaching around to dig her nails into the base of his neck.
Carson tasted her skin, his lips gliding easily on the rain-slicked flesh. His teeth scraped along the tendon until his mouth connected with the spot where her pulse raged. He sucked hard.
Her moan as she gyrated her soft ass against his erection spurred him to take the next step.
Tugging her blouse free from her skirt, he worked the buttons until the back of his hand touched the bare skin of her belly. He trailed the fingers of his right hand to her left tit, and he slipped them beneath the satin cup, stroking before he lightly twisted the rigid tip while his mouth continued the onslaught of her throat. “Tell me what you want.”
“Don’t stop this time.”
He bunched the sodden material of her skirt in his left hand and rolled it up, tucking it into the waistband.
The smooth skin of her thighs beckoned. While his right hand toyed with her hard nipple, his left hand delved between her legs. The heat and wetness soaking through her panties had nothing to do with the rain. A primitive growl rumbled free as he stroked her on the outside of her cleft, getting her used to his touch.
Carolyn bumped her hips forward, panting for more.
Pulling her panties aside, he hissed at that first slippery connection to the soft petals of her sex. He followed the wet slit, stopping at the top to finger her clit, loving that she nearly collapsed in his arms at his intimate touch. “Such a sweet, sweet pu**y, sugar,” he murmured beneath her jaw.
His fully erect c**k protested the angle when he leaned forward to swirl his finger around her opening. His entire body was as rigid as his cock. Could Carolyn feel how hard his heart slammed in his chest as he pressed it against her back? Could she feel his blood pumping so fast and hot where her fingernails dug into the nape of his neck?
Carson’s lips found hers. They kissed with desperation. He pushed his finger inside her, releasing another growl at the hot sheath that hugged it, knowing how f**king good it’d feel having his c**k buried in the tight heat.
Once he started to thrust in and out, she canted her hips, trying to drive him in deeper. He added another finger, scissoring his fingers as well, even knowing the best way to stretch her fully was to use his dick.
“Carolyn.” He nuzzled her cheek while he continued to drive his fingers into her. This wasn’t how he wanted it to happen, but it was going to happen. “Stop me now if you don’t—”
“Don’t stop. Please.”
At some point the rain had let up, changing into misty drops. Steam radiated from the pavement and he felt it rising off of him, out of him.
His head screamed with the need to have her. His hands left her body only long enough to turn her around and push her against the car. They were plastered together by the rain, and by need. Carson kissed her frantically as he unhooked his belt and dropped his jeans and boxers to his knees.
Carolyn’s fingers were tugging on the buttons of his shirt. Then she raked her nails down his skin, stopping when the tips reached the head of his cock.
He moved her hand up, placing it around the back of his neck again. “Hold on.” Grabbing the back of her left thigh, he wrapped it around his hip, bringing them groin to groin.
She buried her face in his neck and her hot breath sent goose bumps down his arms.
Carson bent down to align his cock, pausing at her opening. It was on the tip of his tongue to ask if she was ready or to tell her he’d go slow, but he hadn’t done a play by play so far; no need to do it now.
Her hand on his chest tightened, her nails digging into his pectoral as he fed his c**k into her.
He closed his eyes, tempted to grit his teeth as her sheath enveloped him. Jesus. She was so tight. Wet, but tight. And hot. An overwhelming need to move had him holding his breath.
Her softly whispered, “Yes, more,” was the signal he needed.
He managed a couple of slow thrusts—pulling out fully and pushing back in to the root—keeping one hand braced on the car and the other hand on her knee, holding her steady.
When Carolyn started rocking into him, her hot tongue tracing his collarbone while her thumb scraped his nipple, he kicked up the pace.
It wasn’t long before he rammed into that yielding channel harder every time, his balls no longer swinging forward, but tight. Ready to blow.
Without missing a stroke his lips traveled down her face, from her temple to her jaw and then over to fuse his mouth to hers. The burning passion between them flared higher. Hotter. She pulled his hair. Her kiss was ferocious. She canted her hips, matching his every hard thrust.