Risky Business

In the bedroom, Carson growls, “I want you in a bed where I can feast on you all night, exploring every single inch of your body.”

I groan. “Yes.”

CHAPTER 30

CARSON

I reach out blindly, pure luck letting me flip the lights on as we go into the guest bedroom, thankful that the hallway was long and we’re far away from Taya and Carlo because I want to make Jayme scream my name. Honestly, I don’t care who hears, though. I want everyone to know I’m the lucky asshole she’s chosen.

I reach behind her head and pull gently on the band there, letting her blonde hair fall in a curtain around her shoulders. She shakes her head out with a soft smile as she looks up at me. There’s something different in her eyes now. Something more, but also . . . less? There’s no filter, no façade between us now. Just pure, full-strength Jayme, and her love shines bright and bold in its power. To be loved by her is something I don’t know I’ll ever think I deserve, but I will never stop trying to be worthy of her.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” I whisper as I drop to my knees in worship. I lift her sweatshirt up, revealing the flat expanse of her stomach to lay a line of kisses up her flesh as I push the shirt higher and higher, growling against her soft skin, “I love you.”

She reaches for the hem of the shirt herself, pulling it over her head. Her breasts drop right into my waiting hands. Cupping and kneading them, I tease her nipples with my thumbs. I nuzzle a hard nub with my nose as I glance up to her, meeting her eyes. Her hands thread into my hair, encouraging me, telling me exactly what she wants.

“I love you,” I repeat before flicking her sensitive nipple with my tongue. She moans, and I suck as much of her breast into my mouth as I can, drawing pleasure through every nerve there with continued flicks of my tongue.

I push at the waistband of her leggings, and she wiggles her hips, shimmying them down while still holding me at her breast. I feel her step one foot and then the other, removing the pants completely so when I grab her ass, her bare cheeks fill my hands. “Yes,” I hiss, praising her as her hips buck in response to my firm grip. “Is that how you’re going to fuck me back when I’m balls deep inside that pussy?”

She whines but finds the strength to say, “Yes. Fuck me.”

“I will,” I vow. But not yet. I pull back slightly, wanting to draw this out.

Instead, I blow cool air over the bare skin just above her pussy, using my thumbs to spread her lips. “Spread your feet apart,” I tell her, and she widens her stance. The beautiful sight of her pussy, pink and gleaming, greets my eyes. She’s so wet, there’s a string of her honey stretching toward a point high on her inner thigh. “So pretty. So sexy. So wet.” I trace my thumb along that crease at the top of her thigh, gathering her juices, and then lick the sweetness from my thumb to taste her. “Delicious.”

“Lick me,” she demands. There’s no begging. She’s still hanging on to some thread of control, which is fine . . . for now.

“I love you,” I promise, eyes on my prize—Jayme’s pretty little pearl of a clit. Holding her thighs apart, I flatten my tongue, lapping at her. I get taste after yummy taste of her honey but focus on driving her higher and higher until the pleasure is causing her to keen loudly.

Her hands wrap around my head, her palms blotting out my hearing, but I wouldn’t stop for anything right now. Not when she’s bucking against my tongue, holding me against her pussy, and ordering me to make her come. I wrap a tight arm around her waist, wanting to ensure that she doesn’t lose her balance when she comes, and drop a hand between her thighs. I slip two fingers inside her effortlessly, the juices coating me and easing my way in. I plunge in and out of her, timing my thrusts with hard sucks to her clit.

Distantly, my cock is painfully throbbing in the tight confines of my jeans, on the verge of coming from her pleasure alone. But I ignore it in favor of getting Jayme there.

I growl against her animalistically, my fingers making a squelching sound as I pound into her. Jayme freezes for a prolonged moment, her entire body going stiff and still, and then she spasms wildly. I fight to hold her securely as her pussy walls clamp and release my fingers in waves, her hips buck, and her upper body folds forward, cocooning me as she holds me to her, still not letting me stop.