Laces and Lace
Page 31
Covering her body with his, he pressed into her, kissing along her neck and shoulders before capturing her behind the knee and opening her up for him. Leaning back on his haunches, he took his cock in his hand and went to direct himself into her, but she stopped him.
“Condom.”
He met her heated gaze. “Do I need one?”
She shrugged. “I’m on the pill.”
“Okay. I swear to you, baby, I’m clean. But if you want me to get one, I will.”
Her eyes held his for another second as he held his breath. Thankfully though, she slowly shook her head and said, “I want to feel you.”
“Good, baby, that’s good,” he whispered before pushing himself into her to the hilt. They both moaned at the connection, and then he fell to his elbows on either side of her head, pressing his nose against hers. The feeling of being squeezed by her sweet body was unfuckingbelievable. He had dreamed of this for years. To feel her like this again…and it was better than he remembered. He’d only had one time with her, but that one time had stuck with him since he’d walked away. But he wouldn’t make that mistake again.
He wasn’t going anywhere without her.
“So fucking good,” he whispered as he slowly started to move against her. Each thrust was brutal and he knew he wasn’t going to last long, but he knew he had to try. Pressing his lips to hers, he kissed her slowly as he moved in and out of her, each time coming completely out of her before entering her again. He watched her as he slowly made love to her, her eyes drifting shut and her body tensing up underneath his.
“You’re so beautiful, Lacey,” he said against her lips. “I… I…—”
Before he could utter the words, her hand came to rest against his chest as her eyes bored into his. “I know, Karson. I know.”
His heart then exploded in his chest as she brought him down for a toe-curling kiss. Pulling his mouth from hers, he pushed himself up onto his knees, taking her by the back of hers and then pushing them back against her chest so he sank deeper into her.
“Fuck,” he moaned as he moved in and out of her, his breath coming out in spurts with each thrust. Finally, unable to take it, he pounded into her, his body tensing, his balls drawing up until he came so hard, he squeezed his eyes closed tight as lights went off behind them. Jerking into her, his head fell back as he sucked in a deep breath and then let it out.
Oblivion.
When he was able to move, he looked down at his love. She was laid out in front of him, her legs still in his hands as she looked up at him, her eyes tired and spent. Letting her legs go, he fell to the side of her, gathering her into his arms before pressing his lips against hers in a slow but demanding way, drawing the kisses from her succulent mouth. Moving his nose along hers, he smiled as he tightened his arms around her. She smiled back, moving her hands up his chest as she molded against him.
Not sure what to say because, really, what the hell do you say after mind-blowing sex, Karson said, “Well. Hello.”
She giggled and he swore his cock came to life from the heavenly sound. “Hi.”
“I guess I should have asked if you had a boyfriend or something, huh?”
“Would have been polite,” she teased, her fingers moving against his jaw as his face broke out in a true grin. “But the answer is no.”
“That’s really good,” he admitted and she smiled shyly, her fingers stilling at his jaw.
“What about you? Is there someone?”
Gathering her in tighter, he slowly shook his head, his nose grazing against hers with each move. “There has never been anyone else but you, Lacey. You’re it.”
You’re it.
The words rang inside her chest as she got lost in his eyes. This couldn’t be real. Not after all this time. How? She’d done everything to never see him again and vowed that if she ever did, she’d kick him in the groin and never look back, but that’s not what she did. One look into his sinful caramel eyes, and she was as good as done. She’d turned into a cat in heat, attacking him in the backseat of the cab and then brought him home. It was insane.
But, good God, it was amazing.
She had never done something so reckless. She usually thought things out, made sure she had a plan, but with Karson, there was never a plan. She didn’t think; she just did. She knew it was his fault for that because that’s how he lived life. He never thought things out, he just did them, and that had her on edge. What if he did this because he knew he could? Because he knew she’d give it up. How could she say no? He was Karson King, the man who starred in every single one of her fantasies. The man she watched hockey for. The one she wished she’d never lost.
The love of her life.
Looking away from his intense gaze, she took in his square jaw, the coarse hair that covered it, and let go of the breath she was holding. He was beautifully in shape, way more than he was when they were in college. Each muscle so defined and hard and yummy. His arms were covered in tattoos of manly things, skulls and tribal art, but when her gaze fell to his chest, she paused. She hadn’t noticed the script when they were ripping each other’s clothes off, but now, she saw that it spelled out the words to “Yesterday” by the Beatles. Tracing the words, her eyes blurred with tears as she read each word, remembering the moment she sang that song in college.
It had been the championship with the Catappellas of the year. It was also the day she knew Karson was leaving to go back home before going into the draft. She wasn’t going to sing it, but the day before, it just happened, and they put it in for the final concert. She remembered the way she felt so empty, so different than she did now. With his warm, beautiful body pressed against hers, she couldn’t feel empty if she tried.
“Condom.”
He met her heated gaze. “Do I need one?”
She shrugged. “I’m on the pill.”
“Okay. I swear to you, baby, I’m clean. But if you want me to get one, I will.”
Her eyes held his for another second as he held his breath. Thankfully though, she slowly shook her head and said, “I want to feel you.”
“Good, baby, that’s good,” he whispered before pushing himself into her to the hilt. They both moaned at the connection, and then he fell to his elbows on either side of her head, pressing his nose against hers. The feeling of being squeezed by her sweet body was unfuckingbelievable. He had dreamed of this for years. To feel her like this again…and it was better than he remembered. He’d only had one time with her, but that one time had stuck with him since he’d walked away. But he wouldn’t make that mistake again.
He wasn’t going anywhere without her.
“So fucking good,” he whispered as he slowly started to move against her. Each thrust was brutal and he knew he wasn’t going to last long, but he knew he had to try. Pressing his lips to hers, he kissed her slowly as he moved in and out of her, each time coming completely out of her before entering her again. He watched her as he slowly made love to her, her eyes drifting shut and her body tensing up underneath his.
“You’re so beautiful, Lacey,” he said against her lips. “I… I…—”
Before he could utter the words, her hand came to rest against his chest as her eyes bored into his. “I know, Karson. I know.”
His heart then exploded in his chest as she brought him down for a toe-curling kiss. Pulling his mouth from hers, he pushed himself up onto his knees, taking her by the back of hers and then pushing them back against her chest so he sank deeper into her.
“Fuck,” he moaned as he moved in and out of her, his breath coming out in spurts with each thrust. Finally, unable to take it, he pounded into her, his body tensing, his balls drawing up until he came so hard, he squeezed his eyes closed tight as lights went off behind them. Jerking into her, his head fell back as he sucked in a deep breath and then let it out.
Oblivion.
When he was able to move, he looked down at his love. She was laid out in front of him, her legs still in his hands as she looked up at him, her eyes tired and spent. Letting her legs go, he fell to the side of her, gathering her into his arms before pressing his lips against hers in a slow but demanding way, drawing the kisses from her succulent mouth. Moving his nose along hers, he smiled as he tightened his arms around her. She smiled back, moving her hands up his chest as she molded against him.
Not sure what to say because, really, what the hell do you say after mind-blowing sex, Karson said, “Well. Hello.”
She giggled and he swore his cock came to life from the heavenly sound. “Hi.”
“I guess I should have asked if you had a boyfriend or something, huh?”
“Would have been polite,” she teased, her fingers moving against his jaw as his face broke out in a true grin. “But the answer is no.”
“That’s really good,” he admitted and she smiled shyly, her fingers stilling at his jaw.
“What about you? Is there someone?”
Gathering her in tighter, he slowly shook his head, his nose grazing against hers with each move. “There has never been anyone else but you, Lacey. You’re it.”
You’re it.
The words rang inside her chest as she got lost in his eyes. This couldn’t be real. Not after all this time. How? She’d done everything to never see him again and vowed that if she ever did, she’d kick him in the groin and never look back, but that’s not what she did. One look into his sinful caramel eyes, and she was as good as done. She’d turned into a cat in heat, attacking him in the backseat of the cab and then brought him home. It was insane.
But, good God, it was amazing.
She had never done something so reckless. She usually thought things out, made sure she had a plan, but with Karson, there was never a plan. She didn’t think; she just did. She knew it was his fault for that because that’s how he lived life. He never thought things out, he just did them, and that had her on edge. What if he did this because he knew he could? Because he knew she’d give it up. How could she say no? He was Karson King, the man who starred in every single one of her fantasies. The man she watched hockey for. The one she wished she’d never lost.
The love of her life.
Looking away from his intense gaze, she took in his square jaw, the coarse hair that covered it, and let go of the breath she was holding. He was beautifully in shape, way more than he was when they were in college. Each muscle so defined and hard and yummy. His arms were covered in tattoos of manly things, skulls and tribal art, but when her gaze fell to his chest, she paused. She hadn’t noticed the script when they were ripping each other’s clothes off, but now, she saw that it spelled out the words to “Yesterday” by the Beatles. Tracing the words, her eyes blurred with tears as she read each word, remembering the moment she sang that song in college.
It had been the championship with the Catappellas of the year. It was also the day she knew Karson was leaving to go back home before going into the draft. She wasn’t going to sing it, but the day before, it just happened, and they put it in for the final concert. She remembered the way she felt so empty, so different than she did now. With his warm, beautiful body pressed against hers, she couldn’t feel empty if she tried.
