Tempted by Trouble

chapter ELEVEN


His heartbeat stilled as he traced the hollows of Carolina’s face. This felt right. Not just her in his bed, which was part of it. The way she moved, the sound of her voice, her scent. Being around her filled him. He couldn’t explain, define the points. He only knew together, there was some connection. His arm tightened around her, drawing her closer. He wanted to tell her things, but it was crazy, this longing to reach across the boundaries of their bodies.

The air cooled his skin and he pulled up the sheet and comforter from beneath the bedspread. He pushed up on an elbow. “Do you want something to drink?”

“I’m fine. You’re amazing,” she whispered.

He brushed her hair back and kissed her lips. Her fingers were on his arm, and he wanted to keep her touch connected to his skin. Hell, he wanted her whole body pressed up against him. He moved over, covering her completely. His cock nudged between her thighs and he couldn’t hold back.

“You’re making a sex machine out of me,” he said.

“Ditto,” she moaned and arched up to meet him.

“Oh, baby, Carolina I want to f*ck you forever.”

He rolled her onto her side, pushing his knee between her knees. Her upper leg wrapped around his hip. He plunged into her body so deeply, and her muscles quivered and wrapped around him, hot and wet. A tight glove, holding him until he pulled back. The feel was mind-blowing and he gave into pure pleasure. She was so different than any other woman he’d known. He wanted to possess her, take her, and never let her go. He couldn’t tell her what he felt but he sure as shit could show her.

He didn’t fight the spell she cast and let her effect on him take them both into an ocean of desire and the sweet pleasure she delivered. His body moved and he thrust into her. She cried out his name, magical and compelling. Her whole being awakened a craving that, until today, lay dormant inside him.

With her, he let go and gave into a yearning to possess. He claimed her with each thrust, going deeper and deeper. He held onto her thigh, a lever against his belly, and he worked his body, his hips rocking back and then forward. He wanted her like no other woman before. That thought was overpowering. She was his.

He pressed into her body, urgent to take her, keep her. He wanted to release himself but held back, wanting her to come first. His rhythm increased and he slammed into her too many times to count. His fingers stroked her *, a slick pearl, and she moaned. Her nipples tightened and she pushed up on her forearms. Both of them moved and ground their hips and she closed her eyes.

He pushed her further. “Tell me if you’re coming.”

“God, yes, Matt. F*ck me.”

Her p-ssy clamped and clenched and soaked his cock. She took his breath and he pushed her down. He slammed into Carolina, not only once but again. And again. Sliding into her and out.

He couldn’t hold back and unleashed himself. “F*ck,” he yelled. “Oh, baby. My God.” His orgasm exploded and shook him. White lightning. An electrical jolt and he wrapped her in his arms. Their bodies overlapped and they lay together. Entwined. His heartbeat thundered in his ears. He kissed her shoulder, pulled her against him, and wrapped his arms around her, unwilling to let her escape.

There was nothing to compare what he experienced f*cking Carolina. That had been his last thought before his mind blanked out and his first thought upon awakening the next morning.

He stared at her reflection in the ceiling mirrors and smiled. She was utterly gorgeous lying in his bed. He revisited his thought of what f*cking was like with her. Urgency and need, but hell, this woman was so different. He didn’t want it to end.

That was insane. They knew each other only days and here he was contemplating wanting more with Carolina. Crazy.

He brushed a light kiss against the back of her neck. She shivered, softly moaned, and bumped her bottom against his cock. She pushed against him, seeking warmth or just his body. He inhaled, infusing his being with her scent and something else. His chest tightened and he pushed the feeling away. He nuzzled her neck, chill bumps appeared on her arms and he rubbed her skin. He wrapped her in his arms and covered her body against the morning air. The room was chilly and he pulled up the comforter that had gotten kicked off.

She turned in his arms and smiled. Her blue eyes were still sleepy and soft and he kissed her full lips. Her hands touched him all over, stopping only when she took hold of his erection.

“Hmm,” she moaned. She released him and pushed his shoulders back against the pillows. She had awoken without any inhibitions, so it seemed.

Her expression changed from sleepy to wanton. His hands clasped her waist. She arched a brow. “Keep your hands still, Cowboy. I’ll be giving the orders this morning.”

It took a second for him to understand. A smile tore at his lips. “Yes, ma’am,” he replied with a laugh.

She hoisted herself up and over his hips. “I’ve always wanted to ride a bucking bronco,” she whispered. “Have you been broken?” It was if she had climbed into his body and mind and pulled on all the strings that bound him at once. He still wanted to follow and at the same time pull back, protecting himself.

His breath came out in spasms. She lifted up on her knees, moved her hips, grasping his cock, and in one swift motion came down on him.

Pleasure raced down his throbbing cock. He wasn’t about to react like a jackass. Not with the sexiest woman he’d ever met, naked, riding him hard.

This wasn’t the time to consider emotions or anything for that matter besides this woman’s hot silky p-ssy clamped around his cock. He silenced his mind and gave into what his body wanted. Carolina. Rising and falling, pumping up and down. Over and over. She rose up and came back down. Exquisite ripples surrounded his flesh and she repeated her act. Her breasts swayed in front of his face, her voice crept under his skin.

He no longer cared if she ripped open his chest. His body took over, sidestepped his mind, and he gave in, seeking what she offered.

Her body was an oasis and if he could hold on, they both might find release. “Carolina,” he moaned.

She hovered and moved, coming down and then, without stopping, lifted her hips up his shaft. He wanted to employ another layer of rhythm and moved her back and forth above his body. His cock was embedded deep inside her and he opened his legs giving him better access to her body. His balls tightened and an electrical tingle expanded at the base of his spine. He kept a tight rein on his orgasm, wanting to deliver her to the edge before he came.

She pushed forward on his chest, her palms flat, her head lifted, and her neck arching. “Matt,” she panted. Her body lurched, her orgasm raining down, her p-ssy slick and hot. Damn, she was swollen, pulsing with release and it tore apart his ability to hold back. He followed her over the edge, slamming into her center, planting himself so deep his pleasure rebounded off of every nerve in his body. A euphoric bliss drenched his body and he unfurled his seed into her. He cursed the heavens as he shuddered and released another stream into Carolina.

He inhaled the scent of her neck as she lay draped over his body. They were still connected, her p-ssy hugging his cock and he ran his hands over her back and the curve of her perfect ass. She whimpered, soft and sensual. The sound hit him right between the eyes. There was nothing he could do but tighten his arms around her waist and bury his face into her hair.

If Carolina hadn’t been such a puzzle at the wedding, some type of enigma that unfolded further with each minute they sat and talked, he might not be as over the edge as he currently found himself. She was the first woman with whom he candidly discussed his business. The more they talked, he stilled and relaxed and then settled into a frame of mind that felt at home with Carolina. That was a first. He could jabber on about the ranch for days with his family, but it was what she evoked that was the world of difference.

He wanted to get to know her, and talk about her, throw light on the shadows of her personality, the color of her eyes, the sound of her voice. She twisted in his arms and they lay cuddled up against each other.

“What are you thinking?” he asked.

“Never before have I experienced anything like this.”

“Darling, what do you mean?” He brushed her hair back from her face.

“Climaxing. Coming.”

He didn’t know if he understood. “But you’ve had orgasms?”

She glanced over her shoulder at him, wide-eyed. He quietly asked, “Was this the first time you’ve climaxed?”

“Y-es.” Her voice quavered. “I’ve never come before last night.”

“How the hell is that possible? Sweet Jesus. Were you in a coma?”

She tensed. “I guess I shouldn’t have said anything. Not a cool admission.”

He’d better do something fast or he’d never experience another climax with her. He pulled her closer. “No. You’re so young. It’s different with women. Do you mean never? Not once?”

She turned over and faced him. “Zero. Is that so odd? It sounds odd when I say it like that and the way you’re looking at me. It’s not like I have a disease.”

“Carolina, what about when you’re alone? Relaxed, at ease with yourself. Maybe it’s being uptight and nervous.”

“Do you think I’m frigid?”

“After yesterday and this morning, baby, you’re molten lava. Volcanic. A new universe could form from our explosive orgasms. I don’t know about you, but I’m undone by our f*cking. No, you’re the opposite of frigid.”

Carolina released a sigh and — thank God — she smiled. How in blue blazes was it possible that she’d never climaxed? That had to be the eighth wonder of the world. He smiled to himself. Until now.

“Are we going to ride out this morning?”

“Hell, yeah, woman. I’m going to show you around the place. Oh, baby, it’s going be fun.”