Hope Burns
Page 54
“Yes, we do.”
“Good. Because I want to take my time so I can put my mouth and my hands on every inch of your body.”
If he kept talking to her—and touching her—this way, she was going to explode. She supposed that was the end game, but he was stretching her patience to the limits, especially when he knelt down and peeled her stockings off, every movement way too slow to her liking. Still, she appreciated the way he skimmed his fingers over her calves and back up her legs, pausing to kiss her thighs.
Her breath held, especially when he nudged her legs apart and kissed her inner thighs.
She felt those bolts on his neck slide along her legs, lifted her head . . .
And saw a green Frankenstein face. She expected him to make some kind of grr noise.
She burst out laughing.
Carter jerked his head up.
“What?”
“I’m sorry,” she said between fits of laughter. “But Frankenstein is going down on me.”
He cocked a brow, jerked on the bolts glued to his neck, pulling them off. “I told you.”
“I know you did. I just didn’t expect . . .” She laughed again.
He stood. “Don’t. Move. I’ll be right back.” He headed toward the bathroom, then stopped, turned to her and pointed. “And don’t start without me.”
That made her laugh even harder. She rolled onto her side. “I promise to let you do all the work.”
She heard the water turn on, then it hit her that she could stand to rinse the white stripes of temporary hair dye out of her own hair and the fake blood off her neck. On the plus side, she’d been dying to try out Carter’s oversized shower.
She grinned and pushed the bathroom door open, letting the warm steam envelope her, then opened the shower door.
Carter’s back was to her, and she admired the muscle she saw there. He turned to face her.
“Much better,” she said, looking at his clean face as she shut the shower door behind her.
“Decided on a shower, or did you just miss me?” he asked, moving out of her way so she could stand under the jets.
“Both.” She let the spray wet her hair, then reached for the shampoo bottle. “Plus, if you were going to wash the monster away, I probably should, too.”
“Babe, there was nothing monstrous about you. You just looked full-on sex bomb.”
She couldn’t resist grinning as she shampooed her hair. “Well. Thanks for that compliment. But you know, I’m already in your shower, naked, so you don’t have to throw them my way.”
“Just stating the truth.”
After she rinsed her hair and used some conditioner, he grabbed body wash and poured it into his hands, then soaped her up from her shoulders down to her toes, which felt amazing, especially since he once again took his time touching her body, lingering at her breasts and between her legs, turning her into a quivering pile of turned-on woman. By the time she rinsed, she tingled all over. The pulsing jets and the warm steamy water only added to the sensual allure of being in the shower with him.
Plus, she had to admit, she liked having warm, wet, naked Carter all to herself. His hair stuck up in spikes, his eyes looked a more clear green, and his erection hadn’t abated since the moment she’d stepped into the shower with him, a fact she took quite personally in the best possible way.
When he slipped his arm around her waist and pulled her close to kiss her, she moaned against him, needing to feel his body against hers. She wrapped her hand around the nape of his neck, glad to be rid of the makeup and costumes and just feel naked flesh against naked flesh.
And when he cupped her breast and teased her nipple, she sucked on his tongue, urging him on. His cock slid between her legs and if it weren’t for the fact they didn’t have a condom in the shower, he could be inside her right now, assuaging the ache that beat an incessant rhythm deep in her core.
But soon his hand was there, massaging her, his fingers sliding inside as his thumb found her clit and rubbed back and forth.
“Carter,” she murmured against his lips, lost in the rippling sensations of his magic fingers.
“Yeah. Now where was I earlier before that monster reared its ugly head?”
He dropped to his knees, and she took in a deep breath, watching as he spread her legs and put his mouth on her sex.
Delicious sensations rippled through her as his tongue glided over her. She was swollen with need and desire, and he mastered her body until all she could do was tremble and moan.
She was so close to the edge, so primed for his touch, the passionate glide of his lips and tongue over her body, that her climax hit hard, making her entire body shudder in response.
He gripped her hips as she rode out her orgasm, then pressed gentle kisses to her thighs as she settled.
He stood, his mouth taking hers in a deep, passionate kiss that primed her passion all over again. Then she looked into his eyes, smiled at him, and dropped to her knees, wanting to give him the same mind-blowing pleasure he’d just given her.
Carter palmed the walls of the shower, unable to believe this dark-haired goddess was on her knees in front of him. He hadn’t expected this from Molly—that she’d be so responsive to his touch, so sexy, so eager to be with him. He wasn’t about to question why, he was just damn happy to be with her.
As she took his length between her lips, he thought he might have died and gone to heaven. Or maybe it was hell, because her lips and tongue were torture. He gritted his teeth and held on while she engulfed him, sucking him deep until he knew for certain he wouldn’t last long—not when all he’d thought about all night was being alone with her, getting her naked and making love to her.
“Good. Because I want to take my time so I can put my mouth and my hands on every inch of your body.”
If he kept talking to her—and touching her—this way, she was going to explode. She supposed that was the end game, but he was stretching her patience to the limits, especially when he knelt down and peeled her stockings off, every movement way too slow to her liking. Still, she appreciated the way he skimmed his fingers over her calves and back up her legs, pausing to kiss her thighs.
Her breath held, especially when he nudged her legs apart and kissed her inner thighs.
She felt those bolts on his neck slide along her legs, lifted her head . . .
And saw a green Frankenstein face. She expected him to make some kind of grr noise.
She burst out laughing.
Carter jerked his head up.
“What?”
“I’m sorry,” she said between fits of laughter. “But Frankenstein is going down on me.”
He cocked a brow, jerked on the bolts glued to his neck, pulling them off. “I told you.”
“I know you did. I just didn’t expect . . .” She laughed again.
He stood. “Don’t. Move. I’ll be right back.” He headed toward the bathroom, then stopped, turned to her and pointed. “And don’t start without me.”
That made her laugh even harder. She rolled onto her side. “I promise to let you do all the work.”
She heard the water turn on, then it hit her that she could stand to rinse the white stripes of temporary hair dye out of her own hair and the fake blood off her neck. On the plus side, she’d been dying to try out Carter’s oversized shower.
She grinned and pushed the bathroom door open, letting the warm steam envelope her, then opened the shower door.
Carter’s back was to her, and she admired the muscle she saw there. He turned to face her.
“Much better,” she said, looking at his clean face as she shut the shower door behind her.
“Decided on a shower, or did you just miss me?” he asked, moving out of her way so she could stand under the jets.
“Both.” She let the spray wet her hair, then reached for the shampoo bottle. “Plus, if you were going to wash the monster away, I probably should, too.”
“Babe, there was nothing monstrous about you. You just looked full-on sex bomb.”
She couldn’t resist grinning as she shampooed her hair. “Well. Thanks for that compliment. But you know, I’m already in your shower, naked, so you don’t have to throw them my way.”
“Just stating the truth.”
After she rinsed her hair and used some conditioner, he grabbed body wash and poured it into his hands, then soaped her up from her shoulders down to her toes, which felt amazing, especially since he once again took his time touching her body, lingering at her breasts and between her legs, turning her into a quivering pile of turned-on woman. By the time she rinsed, she tingled all over. The pulsing jets and the warm steamy water only added to the sensual allure of being in the shower with him.
Plus, she had to admit, she liked having warm, wet, naked Carter all to herself. His hair stuck up in spikes, his eyes looked a more clear green, and his erection hadn’t abated since the moment she’d stepped into the shower with him, a fact she took quite personally in the best possible way.
When he slipped his arm around her waist and pulled her close to kiss her, she moaned against him, needing to feel his body against hers. She wrapped her hand around the nape of his neck, glad to be rid of the makeup and costumes and just feel naked flesh against naked flesh.
And when he cupped her breast and teased her nipple, she sucked on his tongue, urging him on. His cock slid between her legs and if it weren’t for the fact they didn’t have a condom in the shower, he could be inside her right now, assuaging the ache that beat an incessant rhythm deep in her core.
But soon his hand was there, massaging her, his fingers sliding inside as his thumb found her clit and rubbed back and forth.
“Carter,” she murmured against his lips, lost in the rippling sensations of his magic fingers.
“Yeah. Now where was I earlier before that monster reared its ugly head?”
He dropped to his knees, and she took in a deep breath, watching as he spread her legs and put his mouth on her sex.
Delicious sensations rippled through her as his tongue glided over her. She was swollen with need and desire, and he mastered her body until all she could do was tremble and moan.
She was so close to the edge, so primed for his touch, the passionate glide of his lips and tongue over her body, that her climax hit hard, making her entire body shudder in response.
He gripped her hips as she rode out her orgasm, then pressed gentle kisses to her thighs as she settled.
He stood, his mouth taking hers in a deep, passionate kiss that primed her passion all over again. Then she looked into his eyes, smiled at him, and dropped to her knees, wanting to give him the same mind-blowing pleasure he’d just given her.
Carter palmed the walls of the shower, unable to believe this dark-haired goddess was on her knees in front of him. He hadn’t expected this from Molly—that she’d be so responsive to his touch, so sexy, so eager to be with him. He wasn’t about to question why, he was just damn happy to be with her.
As she took his length between her lips, he thought he might have died and gone to heaven. Or maybe it was hell, because her lips and tongue were torture. He gritted his teeth and held on while she engulfed him, sucking him deep until he knew for certain he wouldn’t last long—not when all he’d thought about all night was being alone with her, getting her naked and making love to her.
