The Sometime Bride

Chapter Eleven



Mike took Carrie’s hand and led her back into the sparsely lit bedroom. At the height of the afternoon, it was unmistakably the brightest room Carrie had ever had occasion to make love in. She’d always required it dark and comfortable. For her, that was, and her multitude of figure flaws. But here, in the light of day, with nothing but Mike’s king-size bed before them, there was nowhere to hide.

Carrie thought of asking Mike to close the blinds but then saw the single shade was already drawn.

“Come here,” Mike said, pulling her down onto the bed beside him. “Let me look at you.”

She was as beautiful as ever, a patterned sarong skirt wrapping around her curvaceous hips. Her knit sweater top highlighted every curve.

“I think,” Mike said, reaching up to touch her face as they lay sideways on the bed, “that I’ve died and gone to heaven.”

“You’re not dead yet,” she assured him with a kiss.

“Then why do I feel like I’m floating?” he asked, running a stroking hand up and down her bare arm.

Carrie’s skin ignited at his touch as his caress wandered lower, strumming over her hip, wending around to her bottom, where he gave her tush a playful squeeze.

Carrie colored in spite of herself.

“You’re not inexperienced, are you?” Mike asked, bringing his nose to hers and nesting a hand in her hair.

“Heavens no,” she said, coloring again. And feeling all the while like a liar. She’d never experienced anything quite like him. Her heart was beating so furiously she was certain it would break free from her chest cavity at any moment and make a mess of the bed.

But Mike assured her with his heated kiss they’d find others ways to dirty the linens entirely.

“I knew from the moment I saw you,” Mike said, rolling her onto her back and straddling her legs with his own, “that something would develop between us.”

“You knew this?” Carrie asked doubtfully, tugging lightly at his derriere and situating him comfortably on top of her. Boy, he felt like heaven. All six foot two of manly heaven. And, positioned just right.

“Well, I hoped it actually. You looked so pretty standing there. So defenseless—”

“Defenseless?” she challenged, lifting her head from the pillow.

Mike chuckled and kissed her sweetly. “No, my love…”

Carrie’s heart fluttered at the sound of that.

“You are absolutely right. You are many, many things, but defenseless is not among them.”

“Mike,” Carrie said, wrapping her arms around his shoulders, “it’s getting hot in here.”

“Baby,” he replied, bringing his mouth to hers. “You don’t know the half of it.”

With that, he clambered off her, taking her elastic-waist skirt along with him in one swift, tugging motion.

Carrie brought her hands self-consciously to her outer thighs, but Mike reached out and held her wrists captive.

“You, Carrie St. John, are the most exquisite woman I’ve ever seen. Please, don’t hide from me.”

With that, he released his grasp and gripped the hem of her knitted top, yanking it deftly up and over her head in one smooth move. Carrie willed herself not to dwell on his apparent ease at clothing removal but to focus instead on the calming lull of his eyes. Eyes that seemed to be looking down and into her. Steadying, reassuring that nothing—and no one—else on this earth mattered.

“Carrie,” Mike said, bringing his lips to her cleavage, just above her bra, his hands cupping both breasts. “You’re beautiful.”

Carrie sighed, leaning back against the mattress, sure she must be dreaming. Savoring the sensation of his touch as she reached out and explored the leanness of his hips, the tautness of his derriere.

Carrie felt for his belt buckle and unhitched his pants as he kissed her with the desperation of a dry man in the desert seeking water.

“Carrie,” he said, cradling her head in the muted light of the room. “I’ve waited a lifetime for you.”

Though all reason argued against it, her heart dared to believe as she reached for his shorts and slid them down toward his knees.

Mike briefly righted himself and did away with his clothing. All of it.

Carrie marveled at his size, at his rigidity, longing to make him all hers.

“Here,” she said, pushing down her panties and urging him to help her.

He stripped away those and the last barrier of her bra with skilled ease.

“Mike, don’t you think—”

But he was already miles ahead of her and unrolling a condom onto his ready form.

And Carrie was ready too. Oh so ready, like she’d never been in her lifetime.

Mike reached up and gently gripped her breasts in his hands, then rocked slowly onto her, carefully aligning their bodies until their lips and every other inch of them met exactly where they were meant to.

“Ready?” he asked, sliding his hands up her rib cage, alongside her shoulders, up her neckline and into her hair.

“As ready as I’ll ever be.”

“Then I,” Mike assured her, filling her slowly, single-mindedly, with his manly need. “Am going to show you just what loving is…”

He gave her a tender smile. “Until you cry uncle,” he said, bringing the furnace of his mouth down on her own.



“Uncle!” Carrie cried, several hours later.

Mike raised a moist chin from between her legs.

“Uncle, uncle, uncle!” she yelped, slapping him on the shoulder. “My God, are you trying to kill me?”

Mike grinned and fell down on the mattress beside her. “Just trying to take you to heaven, angel.”

“Been there and back. There and back. And then some,” she assured him breathlessly, tugging at his arms.

“Good, then that means you liked it?” Mike asked, sweetly stroking her knees. The sensation of his touch—lingering, strong, tender—sent shivers racing to her core.

“Liked it?” Carrie exclaimed, raising herself up on her elbows. “Gracious. Now that I’ve, uh, tasted it, I fear I’ll never be able to live without it!”

Mike fell down on the mattress beside her and pulled her tightly into his arms. “Precisely what I wanted to hear.”



“I’ve really got to go,” Carrie said, trying halfheartedly to escape once again.

Mike linked his arms around her naked torso and nibbled the small of her back. “Uh-huh.”

“Don’t you have a job?” Carrie asked in exhaustion. Already it was Tuesday. Heaven only knew where the past eighteen hours had gone.

All Carrie knew was that she was hungry—and late for work.

“Probably not anymore,” Mike answered. “But real estate was never really my calling anyhow.”

“No,” Carrie said, turning on the bed and kissing the man behind her fully on the lips. “Your talents run much deeper than that.”

Mike hooted and sprang from the bed. “I’ve got it! How about we go to breakfast!”

“Breakfast?” Carrie asked, sitting up and clutching the comforter to her chest. “But I have to get to work! I never even reported in yesterday.”

“Great,” Mike said, coming around the bed and kissing her on the top of her head. “Then you’ve set a precedent.”

Carrie’s eyes traveled the nude expanse of his body, thinking over all the precedents the two of them had set within the last several hours. There was no denying it. Mike Davis had positively swept her away. “Well, I suppose I could phone my secretary…”

Mike shot her a triumphant grin. “Get showered,” he said, striding to the bathroom and returning with a towel, which he lobbed in her direction. “I’ll make the coffee.”

“Like that?” Carrie asked, observing his stunning form.

“What’s a matter?” he teased, “too sexy for you?”

“Goodness, no,” she answered. “Just sexy enough. Just don’t count on getting to breakfast anytime soon,” she said with a growl as she leapt from the bed and tackled him to the carpet.



Mike bit into his bagel with gusto. Apparently, he’d been just as starved as she was. “You know, Carrie,” he said between mouthfuls, “I don’t think this reunion thing is going to be very hard to pull off.”

Carrie laughed affectionately and ran a tender hand down his face. “No,” she answered, “I think we’ve got that touchy-feely part down pretty well.”

In between their hours of lovemaking, they’d also done some soul-spilling. Among other things, they’d both revealed how much each one had been itching to get physically close to the other. Carrie had confessed that the whole “touchy-feely” pose regarding Wilson had been a total sham, and Mike had admitted how he’d eagerly planned to take advantage of that idea.

Well, she supposed they both were satisfied now. Carrie blushed at the thought as the waiter refilled her coffee.

They were in a small diner a few miles from the hometown university. The place, it turned out, where both Carrie and Mike had secured their undergraduate degrees and Carrie had later gone on to graduate school in pursuit of her MBA.

Mike still didn’t know about the money. And Carrie still wasn’t sure if she was willing to tell him. There she was, a hopeless, helpless mess. Totally in love with a man she’d known for less than a week but who’d seemed in tune with her soul for a lifetime. Could she really risk messing it all up now? They hadn’t even made it past the hurdle of the reunion and her hidden mission of impressing his friends.

Not to mention the very pointed fact that, in spite of all of his words of love, despite the way he looked at her and made her feel, Mike still hadn’t said “I love you.”

“Penny for your thoughts,” Mike said, clinking his coffee cup to hers. “Feeling tired this morning?”

Carrie lifted her coffee cup to her lips and smiled naughtily over its rim. “Not as tired as I could be.”

Mike laughed in surprise. “Why, Carrie St. John,” he returned with a sly wink. “You are insatiable.”

Only with you, she replied in her heart. Only with you.



“Okay, here’s the plan,” Mike informed her as he stood kissing her good-bye at her car. “First of all, you and I phone in to be sure we still have our jobs.”

Carrie laughed and mussed his hair. Tuesday had somehow melted into Wednesday, and then Thursday had come along straight out of nowhere. In between it all, they’d gone out to restaurants, called in to their respective offices occasionally with “no show” excuses, and done plenty of dirtying of Mike’s sheets.

“You probably ought to do the laundry while I’m gone,” she teased with a poke at his chest that had now become a silent joke between them. At one point during their hours of lovemaking, Mike had maintained she’d merely given him her rigid finger as a phallic encouragement. Carrie swore to herself with a grin, she’d never give anyone but Mike Davis that sort of finger again.

“Hey, baby,” he said, leaning in close and nibbling her neck. “You trying to tell me something with that finger…?”

“Mike!” she said, swatting him on the backside. “You don’t watch yourself, the two of us will not only be out of jobs, we’ll entirely miss your reunion.”

“And what a tragedy that would be,” he said, enfolding her in his arms.

“Okay,” she said, reaching behind her and popping open the driver’s door. “I’m going this time. Really, really going.”

Mike raised one sexy eyebrow. “Well, personally, I like it better—”

“Don’t you even say it, you beast!” she said, climbing into her car. “Heavens, I’ve become involved with an animal.”

“Aw, come on now, Carrie,” he said, leaning in over her door, “you know you love it.”

The truth was she did. But for now, she decided, the satisfaction of that knowledge would be hers and hers alone.