Page 88 of Cross the Line

When I was confident no one was looking, I ducked behind it, resting my back against the siding while I waited for Carson to arrive. I’d visited Cece’s house before, and I knew there was nothing on the backside but landscaping and pool equipment. The music was a little quieter back here, the conversations more muted. The party was still going strong, but I was on the periphery of it.

I heard rustling in the bushes, and I glanced over to find Carson headed my way. God, he looked so hot as he prowled toward me. His curls were still wet, one hanging down over his forehead.

Fuck me.

“That’s exactly what I intend to do,” he said, making me realize I must’ve spoken the words aloud.

His eyes were hooded, but I saw a teasing glint in their depths. The gray sparkling with intensity and need as I unknotted my towel, letting it fall to the ground.

In the next second, his lips were on mine, his hands on my body as he picked me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist, unable to hold back any longer. The entire evening had been one big tease, and I couldn’t take it anymore.

“Need you,” I pleaded, surprised by how desperate I sounded. But that was what this man did to me. He made me need him in every sense of the word.

He peeled aside my bra, sucking my nipple into his mouth. We couldn’t touch each other enough, kiss each other fast enough.

“What do you need?” he asked. “Hm?”

I gripped his chin, pulling his focus to me. “You.” My breath hitched, my feelings hitting me full force. My touch softened, and I cupped his cheek. “All I need is you.”

It was the closest I’d come to admitting my feelings for him, and I felt so incredibly vulnerable in that moment. Not because we were half naked, on the verge of having sex behind a potting shed where anyone could discover us. But because I was baring my heart to him. I was admitting just how much I needed him.

He kissed me again, softer this time. It was still full of passion, but it was gentle. An acknowledgment.

“I need you too,” he rasped, his gray eyes searching mine.

“Good.” I kissed him again, short and sweet this time. “Now show me how much you want me, because you’ve been taunting me all night.”

“Pretty sure it’s obvious how much I want you,” he said. “And not just tonight.”

I nodded. All along, he’d been showing up for me, showing me how he felt about me. And I’d been too scared to admit it until now. I’d made the rules to protect myself, but when it came to Carson, all bets were off.

He lowered me, turning me so my back was to him, my hands pressed to the shed. And then he was at my back, his body curled around mine. One of his hands bracketed mine. I could feel the heat radiating from his skin, the tension coiled, waiting to be unleashed.

He slid one hand up my thigh, between my legs, where I was already slick with desire. “I’m the only one who gets to claim this pretty pussy, aren’t I?”

“Yes,” I moaned, grateful when he slid his finger inside me, filling me.

“Yes, that’s what you want?” He leaned against me, his front pressed to my back, his dick hard against my ass. He kissed my shoulder as he slid his other hand up my side, over my breasts until he was cradling my throat. “You want everyone to know you’re mine?”

I nodded, and he continued working me, kissing me. I couldn’t think clearly. All I could feel was him.

I leaned my head back against his chest, and his hands were everywhere. On my breasts, making me writhe from his touch as he drove me higher and higher still.

“There,” I gasped. “Yes. There.”

I jolted when I heard a noise, my eyes popping open. Carson covered my mouth with his hand, but he pushed against me, his cock digging into my ass as if he needed to relieve the ache.

“Oh my god,” I whispered, turning to face him after I was confident the coast was clear. “You’re totally getting off on the idea of getting caught.”

“Don’t tell me you aren’t turned on by it too,” he said, testing my wetness with his fingers. “You’re soaked.”

My eyes closed again of their own accord. Enough teasing. Enough wanting.

I was done denying myself pleasure because of something or someone else.

“If you don’t make me come soon,” I ground out, on the edge of reason, “I’ll take matters into my own hands.”

“I’d like to see that,” Carson rasped, turning me to face him. “But later. When we’re home.”