Page 63 of Cross the Line

I rolled my eyes, typing out a message. Carson peered over my shoulder, his hands wrapped around me, caressing my skin. His touch was distracting, and I couldn’t help but marvel at how easily we’d shifted from friends to…this.

We were still us—friendly, flirty, fun. But also somehow more.

The fact that we could so easily transition between the two made me believe our friendship would remain intact after this was over.

Carson: This is KT, and I can assure you that I’m very real.

Boone: Right. Sure it is, Carson.

Carson brushed my hair aside, kissing my shoulder. I shivered in response, so incredibly turned on.

“Do you want to shut him up?” I asked, distracted by the way Carson skimmed his hand down the outside of my arm.

“Yes, but I want to make you scream even more,” he rasped, lighting my nerve endings on fire.

“Mm,” I hummed, liking the sound of that. “What if you could do both?”

“Meaning?”

I lifted my head, meeting his eyes in our reflection in the full-length mirror. His dick was pressed against my ass, hard and insistent. “Meaning, we provide some proof.”

Have I lost my mind?

This could backfire in so many ways—for me, for Carson, for our friendship. I wondered how Carson would react. I wondered if he’d be upset or turned on by the idea. He’d once told me he liked pushing boundaries, and I had a feeling that carried over into the bedroom.

Carson’s eyes darkened, his voice deeper when he asked, “What did you have in mind?”

I’d never done anything like this before, but I found myself wanting to try it now. Because I felt safe with him. I felt safe to push outside my comfort zone.

Maybe it was foolish, especially based on all my brother’s comments, but I trusted Carson. I trusted him to make me feel good, and I knew he understood how important my reputation was to me.

I turned to face him, his hands immediately going to my hips. “We take a few pictures in black-and-white, careful to keep my identity a secret. Send them to Boone only through Snap. They’ll vanish immediately after he opens them.”

Carson seemed to consider it, but then he said, “Photos are deleted from the app, but he could take a screenshot and save the images to his phone.”

“It’s always a risk.” Somehow, though, I got the feeling that even if Boone did take a screenshot, he’d want to keep it to himself, not show it off. But I could be wrong. It wouldn’t be the first time I’d been wrong about a guy. “I suppose it depends on how much you trust your teammate and how badly you want to shut him up.”

A muscle clenched in Carson’s jaw. “You have no idea how badly I want to shut him up.”

I raked my nails down his chest, and he shuddered, letting out a barely suppressed groan. “It’s just an idea.” I shrugged. “So only agree if it’s something you’re comfortable with and if it’s something you want.”

Carson scanned me, eyes lingering on my lips before darting lower. “Oh, I want.” His eyes were liquid, molten lava as he bent forward, brushing his nose to my bra.

His breath was warm on my skin, sending sparks skittering across my body. He cupped my breasts, giving them a squeeze.

I threaded my fingers through his hair, my head falling back on a moan. “Yes.”

He picked me up, and I wrapped my legs around his waist, feeling his hard-on nudge against my core. Yes. Yes. Yes. I needed this. Needed him.

He carried me over to the bed, dropping me on the surface. And then he knelt to the floor, peering up at me with those gorgeous gray eyes that everyone went nuts for. They were so unusual, so captivating. And they were focused solely on me.

He massaged my calves, working his way up my legs. It felt so good to be cared for, worshipped, by him. He whispered words of praise as he kissed my thigh, moving higher still, all while taking his time. He was unhurried in his movements, focused solely on my pleasure.

I felt relaxed and adored, but also impatient and antsy. I needed more, needed him to touch me there. Everywhere. And then, finally, his hands were poised over my underwear, his eyes on mine, silently asking for my permission.

“Yes. Please,” I practically begged.

His answering grin was downright wicked as he peeled my underwear from my body. “You have no idea how much I’ve wanted this. Wanted you.”