He cupped her face in his hands and gazed down at her with a look she could not fathom. “I want you so badly,” he murmured. “Can I have you? Can I be inside you?”
Had anyone ever asked like that before? She couldn’t remember such a thing. So, she nodded and said the only word she could think of. “Yes. I need you, Carson.”
The tip of his erection pressed against her mound. She shuddered in anticipation of what was to come. It was almost as though he were teasing her. Each tiny movement pushed his thickness against her. The tip of him brushed her clit with just enough pressure to make her whimper with need.
Then, finally, he penetrated her in one long thrust. Kayla moaned with satisfaction. The feel of him stretching her, the burn of their abrupt joining, it was all exactly what she needed and more. She dug her nails into his arms and wrapped her legs around his body to pull him in deeper.
Carson growled and backed out just far enough to slam his cock deep inside her pussy once more. He moved with slow, deliberate strokes. Each thrust sent her spiraling closer and closer to climax. He was big and he was hot. The friction built with each movement until she was whimpering and crying out with each stroke. It felt incredible. In seconds, she was going to come, and there would be no way to hold it back.
“So fucking perfect,” he growled. “Your pussy is mine. Do you hear me? Do you understand what I’m saying? Mine.”
His rough words made her feel strangely cherished. She gasped and sucked in a quick breath as her climax hit all at once. Squeezing her eyes closed, she bit her lip and let the wonderful tide of satisfaction take her. The undulating contractions of her orgasm left her breathless with wonder. Her inner muscles clenched around his cock. He grew harder and hotter. Each time he moved, she felt his entire body tense.
Then he suddenly thrust deep. Straining against her, she felt the hot spill of his ejaculate inside her body. It excited her to think of the way he was marking her as his own. He was panting, and she could see the sweat beading at his hairline and dribbling down his neck. It didn’t disgust her. She loved the feel of his damp skin next to hers as they snuggled together and let their heartbeats subside.
“I’m not usually a snuggler,” she whispered suddenly. “I just thought you should know.”
Carson collapsed right on top of her while still managing to take most of his weight onto his arms and his knees. He stared down at her with a very bemused expression on his face. “Thanks for making that clear. I wouldn’t want to have the wrong idea about what’s going on here.”
“Right.” Why did Kayla feel so mixed about that? Surely she didn’t want him to have the wrong idea. Although, come to think of it, she didn’t really know what the right idea was. “Are you leaving?” Ugh! That sounded pathetic!
“No.” He sighed and rolled off of her and onto the bed. He reached for the sheets, which she had left in a tangled mess when she got out of bed that morning. “Things have gotten sort of complicated.”
“Complicated?” Kayla wasn’t entirely sure she liked the sound of that.
He sighed. “Wrath and I went to your uncle’s tonight. We heard him make allusions to the fact that your death would serve a purpose.”
Kayla’s gut twisted with fear and revulsion. “I guess it isn’t like I didn’t know that he was a bastard.”
“I’m sorry for that though.” He stroked her face with his fingertips. “Nobody should have to hear something like that about their uncle.”
“So, you’re here to protect me, then,” she guessed. It wasn’t the worst reason. It just maybe wasn’t—except she didn’t want him to be here for another reason. She really didn’t.
But Carson wasn’t done. “Your uncle is paying off a couple of Nash’s men. Wrath and I think there’s something else going on.”
“There is.” Kayla thought about the building. What if Ava was right? What if there was other stuff that rightfully belonged to her? What if this mafia stuff was true, but it had become an opportunity for Uncle Stedman to get his hands on Kayla’s rightful inheritance with no questions asked? “I think I might know why my uncle would want me dead.”
Carson nuzzled her neck. “He can want in one hand and shit in the other and see which one fills up first. I’m not going to let him near you.”
Kayla could not help but laugh at his gruff and rather rude boast. “Well, then, I consider myself a very lucky girl.”
Chapter Nine
The first pink streaks of dawn were visible through the few panes of glass that hadn’t been shattered and then boarded over. Carson blinked a few times to clear his sleep-muddled thoughts. There was one thing that kept surfacing in his mind above all else. He had utterly failed Kayla as a bodyguard.
There was no doubt in his mind that he deserved a severe sanction from Nash for his behavior and then a subsequent dismissal from this job. In fact, if Carson had been in Nash’s boots, he would have fired anyone who slept with a client. It was beyond unprofessional.
Yet as Carson lay there in Kayla’s bed, he gazed down at her sleeping form and could not make himself be sorry for what had happened. The first time could have been called a heat-of-the-moment decision made in error. He could have excused himself and found a way to hide the act and whatever consequences might have followed. Now though, Carson could not even make himself want to hide what he had done. He wasn’t sorry. He did not regret a single moment. And in fact, he wanted badly to make love to Kayla right this very second.
Carson rolled onto his belly. Kayla was lying on her back with one arm thrown over her eyes as though she was anticipating the coming sunrise and trying to hide from it. He lowered his face to her bare belly and gently kissed his way from the center of her body up through the valley between her breasts, and toward her sternum.
She shivered a little and moved her arm. He could not resist the trembling bounce of her breasts. Using his tongue, he very gently circled first her right nipple and then her left. He laved the areolae until both of her nipples were standing at attention. Then he used the flat of his tongue to stroke and lick the taut buds. He took them one by one into his mouth and sucked lightly until Kayla was moaning and sighing in her sleep.
Finally, he saw her eyelids crack open. He pulled back and smiled at her.
“Don’t stop,” she said in a sleep-roughened voice. “It feels so good.”
Carson gently kissed his way back down her belly. He paused just below her navel. “I’m thinking there’s something else that might need some attention though.”
Kayla’s groan told him that she knew exactly what he was referring to. Carson didn’t wait. He couldn’t wait. He placed a single kiss on her lips. The short, crisp hairs there tickled his lips. He loved the way she had trimmed her pubic hair into a narrow patch. It seemed to perfectly frame her thick pussy lips.
Using only his tongue, he delved between those swollen lips. He tasted the honeyed salt of her cream and savored every bit. He nuzzled her. The scent of her was strongest here at the source. Carson enjoyed every second. It made his mouth water, and soon he could not help but gently spread her sex with his fingers. He held her open and explored with his tongue. He lapped at her opening and felt her inner muscles tremble with each stroke.
Kayla was panting and writhing on the bed. She was trying to say something, but never seemed able to quite get the words out. Then she reached down to touch his head. Seconds later, her pussy melted against his tongue. She gasped and trembled as she climaxed hard right against his face. He had never tasted anything so delicious. Her flavor grew tangy and sweet when she came. He gently prodded and probed with his tongue to push her as high as he dared. Nothing mattered but her pleasure.
Kayla collapsed against the bed as though she were deflating. In direct contrast, Carson’s cock was so hard he was tempted to rub his naked cock against the sheets just for the friction. He felt as though he could explode into orgasm with only a touch of her hands or the barest brush of her lips against him.
“I want you, Car
son,” Kayla whispered. “I need you so badly. I’m so empty inside. Please. Take me. Give me your cock.”
Her words set him on fire. Carson could not have held himself back had he wanted to. He started to move, to cover her with his body. But Kayla surprised him. She scrambled into a sitting position. Placing her hands in the center of his chest, she pushed him over onto his back.
Kayla grabbed his wrists and Carson became a willing prisoner. He did not speak. He wanted to see what she would do. When she climbed astride his body, he thought he might die of the pleasure. In fact, it was possible that he would lose his mind at the sight of her.
The dawn light seeping through the windows bathed her skin in pink and gold light. Her breasts were taut and tipped by firm nipples. The flat line of her belly flared into those slender hips. The way she straddled him left her exposed to his sight. He could make out the fullness of her pussy lips and the gentle swell of her clit.
She began to rub herself along his shaft. Each roll of her hips sent her slick pussy right across his hot flesh. The tease was incredible. It was almost enough to kill him, and yet he would not have stopped her for the world. The sensation was incredible. She was so hot and so very, very wet. Soon he knew that she would put his cock inside her body, and he would be the luckiest man on the planet.
KAYLA WAS DRIVING herself slowly insane with each brush of her pussy against Carson’s cock. He was hard and hot, and the friction was incredible. She let go of his wrists and put her palms flat on his chest. Sitting up as straight as she could, Kayla let the edge of her opening catch against the tip of his cock.
The head of him slipped inside her body. It was just a tiny taste of penetration, and yet it only whetted her appetite for more. Overcome by desire, Kayla sat up even straighter and lowered herself down onto Carson’s erection.
Having him fully embedded in her body was the perfect recipe for satisfaction. Kayla flexed her inner muscles. He was huge and hard, and each time she squeezed him with her pussy, she felt as though she were on the brink of orgasm. Moving her hips, she began grinding him against the sweet spot so deep inside her body.
“That’s it,” he urged. “Use me, sweetheart. Take your pleasure. I want you to come. I want you to make me come.”
The erotic pleas were music to her ears. Kayla raised her hands above her head and pulled her hair up off her shoulders. A fine sheen of sweat covered her body, and she felt Carson’s dampness against the insides of her thighs as well. This was what she wanted. She wanted this sharing of more than just pleasure. The best thing to be had was in the letting go no matter what.
She moved faster and faster. His hands settled on her hips. His fingers dug into the flesh at her waist, but she felt only pleasure. Her orgasm hovered just beyond her reach. Each time she rolled her hips against him, she felt it crest. The wave was huge. It consumed her, and she closed her eyes to chase the sensation of fulfillment. She needed that. She needed him.
Then he began to move too. Kayla’s eyes flew open when she felt the first slam of Carson’s thick shaft into her pussy. He was moving his hips. Each rocking motion sent his cock deeper into her pussy. She felt the tip of him kiss the perfect spot. The hot friction he caused sent her to the stars. She could not hold back. In seconds, she was coming hard and fast.
Kayla gasped and screamed her pleasure. She couldn’t maintain a rhythm. Her movements became jerky and uncertain. Then she heard a low murmur from Carson and felt the strength of his hands against her waist. He moved her. He showed her the rhythm. He kept her going and pushed her even higher.
His hands moved from her hips to her breasts. He kneaded the fullness of each mound until she was breathless with the pleasure. Her nipples hardened even more. He pinched each one between thumb and index finger. Twisting them gently, he pushed his cock deeper into her body.
“Come with me, Kayla,” Carson ordered. “Come with me now.”
It was as though she had been waiting for his request. Kayla’s body melted in pure pleasure as she climaxed for a second time. She moaned and writhed against him. Her nipples throbbed, her clit throbbed, and her whole body was throbbing with the sensations whipping through her.
Then she felt it. The hardness between her legs intensified. Every muscle in Carson’s abdomen grew rock hard. Each groove and dip of his beautifully built body was tensed in preparation for that ultimate moment.
He shouted something. She couldn’t understand him, but it somehow didn’t matter. Warmth spilled through her body. She felt a wetness between her legs in the place where their bodies were joined. He thrust up into her even as he used his grip on her waist to pull her down more firmly onto his cock.
The moment lasted for several seconds, and then Carson seemed to relax all at once. Kayla wondered if she should roll away and move to the side so that she didn’t crush him, but that wasn’t what she wanted.
Lowering herself onto his chest, she snuggled in close and reveled in the sensation of acceptance she received when she felt his arms wrap around her body. He held her that way without speaking for what seemed like forever.
Kayla started to doze. She felt his cock softening inside her body. She had never in her life had such a strong urge to cuddle with someone. Not after sex, not during, not before, not ever. It wasn’t her style. Yet right now, she just wanted to be with this man in this moment and forget that the rest of the world existed.
Was that really so wrong?
“I’m a bad bodyguard,” he whispered.
“You’re the best bodyguard I’ve ever had,” she argued. “Although, I’m rather biased at this point. I haven’t had any other bodyguards to date either, which means my fodder for comparison is rather limited.”
His low laugh suggested that even though his words were negative, his feelings weren’t. “If someone were to break in right now, I doubt I would be much good to you as a protector. I’m not even sure I could stand on my own two feet at the moment.”
“What about my mental state?” she reasoned. She put her chin on his chest and gently touched the lines of his face so that she could memorize them and never forget. “My mental health is just as important as my physical safety. Right? You’re keeping me sane.”
“I don’t think that would fly with Nash,” Carson told her with a lusty yawn. “But for right now, I’m willing to take a chance and deal with the consequences later.”
“Later,” she agreed. “Later kicks ass.”
She heard his breathing grow deep and even. Moments later, she felt herself drifting back to sleep. She had the odd thought that this was the perfect way to end or begin any day of the week.
Chapter Ten
Kayla rolled over in the bed and snuggled in closer to Carson’s warm bulk. She was still in the place between sleep and wakefulness where her mind was free to roam. Her brain kept returning to the strangeness of having a man in her bed. She had always shunned that sort of thing. Kayla had spent so many years under her uncle’s thumb that she hadn’t had any interest in finding another male to start bossing her around.
Yet here she was with a guy who probably had the capability of being the bossiest male on the planet, and she felt utterly comfortable. In fact, it was downright cozy laying here with Carson. His breathing was deep and even. She felt rested. And, in some ways, it was the best night’s sleep she’d had in ages.
He made a low growling noise and rolled over. “Good morning.” His voice was sleep raspy and pretty damn sexy.
“Hi.” Kayla felt strangely shy. She had started out last night trying to seduce Carson just to keep him from digging too much into why she hadn’t been inside her loft where she was supposed to be. Now things were more complicated than ever. “Are you hungry or anything?”
He stretched. Kayla drank in the sight of those muscular limbs as he arched his back and flexed his bulging calves and biceps. Then he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her in close. Kayla expected to feel some amount of revulsion for morning breath or sweat or some kind of unpleas
ant smell, but there was none. Carson smelled as incredible now as he had last night.
“I don’t want to move at the moment,” Carson mumbled. “So, I can’t possibly be that hungry.”
Kayla giggled. The sound was bizarre coming from her lips, but she felt weirdly light. It was nice not to be alone. “Well, we can’t stay here all day. At some point, we’ll at least need to order pizza. And I have to work or I won’t even make next month’s rent.”
Carson stroked her hair. The action seemed almost automatic. There was an expression of deep thought on his face. Then he fluffed up her pillows against the headboard and propped himself up. Kayla curled up beside him and he continued touching her. Just light brushes of his fingers all over her hair, shoulders, and arms. Nothing had ever felt so good or so right.
“You pay rent,” Carson began slowly. “But your uncle owns the building. Why would he make you pay rent? And since he does, why would you live here?”
Kayla thought about that for a moment. It wasn’t like she hadn’t asked herself the same question dozens of times over the last several years. “It sounds stupid. I know. But this was where my parents lived.”
“Seriously?” He drew back and looked down at her.
She lifted her chin to meet that beautiful dark gaze. “Yes. My father’s family was in real estate. He was a trust fund baby too. Oddly enough, my mother wasn’t. She was a Hyde-Pierson. I’ve always wondered how it was that she seemed to be the only Hyde-Pierson that did not get blessed with a trust fund. I was too young when my parents died for her to have told me what happened.”
“You mean you don’t know if she had a falling out with her family or something,” Carson suggested. “Like she was disinherited because she married your father?”
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