Page 65 of Cross the Line

It didn’t take long for a response to come through.

“Read it,” Carson rasped as the pleasure built inside me, blinding and intense.

It was difficult to concentrate on anything. But then Carson slowed his movements, threatening to stop, and I forced myself to focus.

“He says, ‘My dick is officially hard.’”

“Mine too,” Carson said, though he was still wearing his pants. It was as hot as it was annoying.

Somehow, the idea that Boone was turned on by what Carson and I were doing made me even wetter, if that was possible. It wasn’t about Boone, not really. Boone could’ve been anyone. It was the fact that Carson and I trusted each other, and we were willing to be vulnerable in this way. And while that idea should’ve terrified me, it actually made me feel even safer.

Carson curled his fingers inside me, and I couldn’t concentrate on anything but the sensation of his hands on my skin, his mouth exploring my hips and stomach. He worshipped my body with a single-minded focus he usually reserved for the ice. I’d never been the sole object of someone’s attention—not like this. I’d never felt so sexy and desired, as if my pleasure were his only goal.

Carson finally made good on his promise. I could feel my climax building and building, coiling tighter and tighter still. It was so intense, almost too intense. I clutched the sheets, needing…something. Needing— I panted, our gazes colliding. I need to go over the edge.

Carson didn’t stop this time; he kept going, watching me as he maintained that rhythm. It was almost as if he was studying my reactions to see what I liked best. And the idea that he not only paid attention to my pleasure, my needs, but he cared, had my orgasm barreling through me, overwhelming in its intensity. I cried out, my muscles tensing as the pleasure rocketed through me. Explosive and immense.

“Yes. Yes. Yes,” I chanted, rocking my hips, unable to stop. I felt as if it might both float away and fall apart.

“That’s it,” Carson rasped. His voice grounded me. His touch centered me even as I spiraled out of control. “Give me everything,” he commanded as he continued to wring out every ounce of my pleasure.

Oh god. I let out a shudder, unable to disobey even if I’d wanted to. Which I most certainly didn’t. The man played me like a marionette, and I was more than happy to let him take control when he made me feel so good.

And then, when there was nothing left to give, my body too sensitive, I fell back on the bed, limp and sated. Holy shit. Holy… I exhaled, my body relaxing in a way it hadn’t in… Well, I didn’t know how long. Shit.

Carson pressed a sweet kiss to my inner thigh, my body shuddering in response. He chuckled then crawled onto the bed next to me.

“Thank you.” I grinned, feeling dazed, as if I’d just consumed a bottle of champagne. Kissing him only added to the effect. He tasted like me, and him, both of us.

He pulled me to him, groaning as our kiss quickly turned heated. We writhed against each other, desperate. I clawed at his belt, my mind fuzzy and my movements frantic. I felt as light as a feather floating on air.

His phone buzzed, making me giggle at the sensation against my skin. I fished it out from beneath me, handing it to Carson.

He stared down at the screen, eyebrow raised, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips. “Boone says he requires more proof.”

I laughed, stretching like a cat—relaxed and languid. “Does he now?”

Carson glanced over at me, eyes tracing the length of me in a way that made my skin feel as if it were too small to contain me. “Should we give it to him?”

I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him down to me, craving his touch. “Up to you, but I feel like he deserves a little torture for taunting you.”

Carson grinned. “Fuck yes.” He kissed me, hard, his smile unmistakable against my mouth. “I fucking love that you want to give him a little payback.”

I palmed Carson through his pants, loving the way he kept pressing himself into me. Wanting me. Boone can wait.

“Off. Now.” My voice was breathy, my desire unmistakable.

“Yes, ma’am.” Carson grinned, standing to remove his pants. He slid them down along with his briefs, and I was breathless with anticipation. That ass. Those…thighs. He was power personified.

He turned to face me, and my mouth watered at the sight of him. I moved so I was sitting on the edge of the bed, crooking my finger so he’d come closer. He took his time, his movements fluid and confident as he padded across the floor toward me.

God, that’s so hot. He’s so hot.

It wasn’t just his body; it was his confidence. His self-assured manner. His control.

I wanted to make him unravel.

“My turn.” I kissed his abs then lower still, my fingers greedily exploring every inch of him.