“You feel good inside me, Drew.”
The last time had never been like this. She’d been a virgin and tentative, a little bit scared. She hadn’t talked much, and he’d probably talked too much, trying to reassure her. He had been careful and slow so he wouldn’t hurt her. They’d both fumbled a little, and yeah, it had been hot and enjoyable, but nothing like this all-out, bodies-connected free-for-all.
Carolina had been a young girl then, enjoying her first time. He’d tried to make it good for her, but he’d known it wouldn’t be all that great.
Now, she was a woman, fully taking charge of her pleasure, controlling how she wanted it. She was beautiful like this, and as her * pulsed over his cock, he realized what he’d missed by walking away from her all those years ago.
Though he hadn’t been ready for her—for any woman—back then.
Now, he was more than ready to take her on, to show her he was man enough to give her what she needed.
He reached between them and found her clit. She let out a moan when he coated his fingers with her juices and swept them over the hard nub, heightening the sensation for her.
“Yes, touch me,” she said, lifting, then coming down on him, using her muscles to grind against him. He rolled over her clit and drove into her, and her eyes widened.
“Like that?” he asked.
“You’re going to make me come.”
“Yeah,” he said, then held on to her, pumping hard into her, giving her the friction and the thrusts she needed to climax.
And when she did, when she threw her head back and let go with a long moan, he did, too, releasing as she tightened around him.
She fell forward, shuddering against him while he wrapped his arms around her and pumped his release into her.
Their bodies were slick with sweat, Carolina breathing hard against his chest. He stroked her back as they both came down from that amazing high.
It had been good. More than good. Better than he’d anticipated. And now he was wrecked and exhausted. So was she, apparently, because she made no move to climb off him.
He rolled her to her side and went into the bathroom for a minute, then came back and pulled the covers over them both and turned off the light.
“Tired?” he asked.
“Mmm,” was all she said as she snuggled against him.
He smiled, wrapped his arms around her and closed his eyes.
He woke in a daze, the sunlight streaming in through the half-open blinds in his bedroom. For a few seconds he felt disoriented, until he remembered last night.
And then he smiled.
He’d really conked out after he and Carolina had sex. She’d exhausted him, and herself, too.
His mouth was dry. Really dry. He reached over for the water on his nightstand and took a couple long gulps before rolling over.
“Lina. You want a—”
She wasn’t there. Huh. He threw off the covers and went into the bathroom. Not there, either.
Her clothes were gone, too. Maybe she’d gone into the kitchen to make coffee.
Coffee sounded like such a good idea right now. He climbed into his jeans and went into the kitchen.
Not there.
She was gone. She’d left his apartment without saying a word.
She’d left him.
Just like he’d left her that night in college after they’d slept together.
He shook his head, dragged his fingers through his hair and leaned against the kitchen counter.
Well, that felt shitty.
And now he knew how Carolina had felt. He leaned against the kitchen counter, shaking his head and smiling at the thought of the payback she’d given him.
A payback he’d damn well deserved.
Well played, Carolina. Well played.
TWELVE
“THIS HEMLINE NEEDS TO COME UP TWO INCHES. JUST above the knee, so each tier of the skirt has movement.”
“I can take care of that,” Tierra said, kneeling in front of the model to mark where the cut in the hemline would be.
Carolina walked down the line, surveying her clothes on the models. So different than viewing them on a hanger. Now they had life.
She twirled her finger, and the next model turned and walked the length of the room.
“This one’s good just the way it is.”
“I totally agree,” Edward said. “Love the color and the way it clings to her body.”
“Just one thing, though,” Carolina said, squinting as she observed. “The color. It’s too muted. We need to change the fabric. Flesh it out a bit. Maybe more of a deep coral rather than a peach?”
Edward studied the model, too, then finally nodded. “I think you might be right. I like the peach, but the coral would be stunning, especially with Felicia’s skin tone.”
Carolina nodded and jotted down the change in her notebook. “Let’s do that.”
Edward made a note as well.