Carpenter: An Older Man Younger Woman Romance (A Man Who Knows What He Wants Book 16)

by Flora Ferrari

  Her eyes drift down and she can see I’m pitching a tent in my pants.

  “That’s definitely a big log, and it sure looks like a hard wood.”

  “The hardest,” I say. “Plus these hands would rather gripping your soft, sensuous curves.”

  She turns to face me. The brush drops from her hands.

  I’ve still got my hands on her hips, and I easily lift her off the ground and into my arms.

  Her legs are wrapped around my waist and she’s staring into my eyes letting me know I’m not the only one who wants it.

  She leans in and her mouth meets mine. Finally, after weeks I taste her and damn if the wait wasn’t worth it.

  I grab the bottom of her shirt and feel her thighs tighten around my waist as I lift her plain white T up and over her head. I get my first look at the front of her, in her white lace bra and I’m so hard I realize I can explode before I even get her clothes off. I want her that bad.

  She leans back into me and cups my face with both hands. We’re devouring each other’s faces as I feel her hair fall around our faces.

  She smells fresh, and girly…so feminine, but there’s also that scent from the wood that’s drifting in the air. It’s an intoxicating mix of the two thing I want most in this world, and the more time we spend together I’m realizing that as much as I love woodworking, I may have unexpectedly found the one thing that could take its place. The one thing that could be my muse. Her.

  She runs her hands along my chest as her tongue slides around mine.

  I carry her across the room, towards a wall that’s not covered in oil. Her back touches the smooth surface allowing me to lean back and take in a deeper look at her. Oh yeah…she can be my muse all right. She’s all curves and no edges, with proportions to die for. She’s going to be the death of me…and energize my life at the same time.

  I reach for her bra and unhook it with a twist of my index and middle fingers. I slowly peel it to the side and watch as her breasts fall out one by one, before I peel it all the way back and toss it to the side.

  Her areolas are a darkish pink and her nipples are hard. I dive into her right breast sucking her nipple as my fingers knead her globe. Her skin is so soft, unlike mine, which is filled with scratches and calluses from my hours of manual labor.

  I pull my mouth from her breast and rub my five o’clock shadow across her chest. God, she feels amazing.

  She reaches for my white T. I raise my arms as she balances her back against the wall, easily allowing her to pull my T up and over my head in one motion and throw it to the ground. She leans back in and I can feel her skin touch mine.

  This is how things are supposed to be. Now and forever. I’ve felt this girl, and there’s no going back.

  I set her down and spin her around, pressing my groin into her ass. My denim rubs against her thin cotton fabric as I lean into her, reaching my arms around cupping her breasts. She’s got her hands flat against the wall and she’s pressing her ass right into my cock.

  I can’t take this anymore.

  I tug at my zipper and my cock flips out.

  She turns to get a look, but I deny her, fisting her hair and tugging down and back. Her face moves up and her spine arches. I’m giving her breast a deep massage with one hand and with the other I’m pulling on her hair. I can hear her breathing hard, until her breaths turn to moans. I release her breast and grab her shorts, tugging them to her mid thigh.

  I see what’s mine and slide in to take it.

  “Do you have a condom?”

  “I’m clean. I swear.”

  “I believe you, but still…just for piece of mine.”

  “It’s in the car, but do you really need it? I want to feel you. I need to feel you.”

  “Me too, but I can’t take any chances right now, and I don’t want to bleed all over you.”

  “If it’s that time of the month we can do it in the shower.”

  “It’s not…that time of the month.”

  “You won’t bleed then. I’ll be careful.”

  “I will bleed, no matter how careful you are.”

  I pull back, wondering how we went from hot and heavy to something that feels like a negotiation. I’m still hard, but something’s off, and I don’t like it. Then it hits me.

  “Wait a minute. You’re not saying, what I think you’re saying are you?”

  “Uh huh.”

  “Never?”

  “Never.”

  My hands fall to my sides and I feel like I’ve been kicked in the stomach.

  My hands rise up and I bury my face in them, making a big circle before dropping my hands again.

  “Okay. Well.”

  “I’m sorry. Really. I mean, I’m ready, we can still do this.”

  “We can’t,” I say.

  “But I want to. I’m ready.”

  “It’s not that,” I say, realizing what this all means…realizing just how special this is and what an amazing treasure I’ve found all for myself. I already wanted her with everything I have, but now I realize I will be the only one to ever have her. The one to own her. It gives me a feeling of pride, and the sense of responsibility that comes with it. Damn, I’m the luckiest man on the face of the planet. I already knew it, but this just solidifies it even more.

  I’ve found the one girl that I wasn’t even looking for, and she’s so damn perfect. And not only that, all this time she was saving herself just for me.

  I lean in and kiss her on the forehead.

  “I know that you’re ready. I’m ready too. But we’re not ready. This won’t just be your first time…which is the most special gift you could give me. This will be our first time…and I’m going to give you a special gift too.”

  I see her smile, and I’m glad this has turned into something positive for her too. There’s no way I ever want her to feel bad or like I don’t want her. Damn, do I ever want her. And because I want her so much, and forever, that I’m going to make her first time the most memorable moment of her life, just as it will be the most memorable moment of mine.

  CHAPTER 11

  Avery

  Three weeks later

  T hink they’ll leave a review on TripAdvisor?” Christian says, and we wave good-bye to the last of our celebrity guests.

  I laugh so hard it hurts. “Wouldn’t it be funny if we were on there?”

  “I can imagine the reviews now. Something like this…I was having a massage and looked over and saw Lady GiGi’s boobs! Dude!…you’ve got to check this place out.”

  I try to subdue my laughing. “Thankfully no frat boys this weekend. And speaking of this weekend…we did it! That underground high society world of private endorsements and exclusivity. No one will ever know, except those in the know.”

  “Are you working on our new slogan already?”

  I laugh again and turn to kiss him.

  “You look beautiful,” he says. “And I’m so proud of you.”

  “Thank you. I may look beautiful to you, but to me I feel like a wreck. I’m exhausted!”

  “Five weeks of non-stop work will do that to you.”

  “I just want to sleep for the next five.”

  “I can’t promise five, but I can promise two.”

  I pull my head back from his chest and look up into those big blue bedroom eyes of his.

  “Do tell.”

  “I’ve already coordinated with Chris.”

  “Coordinated what?”

  “He’s going to run things for the next two weeks. It shouldn’t be too difficult now that we’ve got the spa and resort off the ground and everything working perfectly. All he’ll have to do is check-ins, and service client requests.”

  “Christian, you’re not telling me what you coordinated.”

  “Better if I show you.”

  He takes me by the hand and leads me into our office.

  He bends down and taps gently on the side of the desk.

  “What in the world are you doing?” I ask as I laugh at th
e unusualness of his activities.

  A small tab of wood slides out where it had appeared to be flush.

  He grabs the tab and pulls it open.

  “Secret door?”

  “I build the table, I build in the tricks,” he winks.

  There’s a white envelope standing on end, which he grabs and hands to me.

  “What is this?”

  “It’s for you. Open it.”

  I look up at him and realize that no matter what’s inside, this man is truly special. He’s always one step ahead of the game, and that’s why thoughts of him are firmly planted in my heart.

  I carefully open it and slide out a piece of paper. There are two electronic boarding passes. I read the destination. Six weeks ago I wouldn’t have known the destination, but after my time with him I certainly do now.

  “Denpasar!”

  “That’s right, baby. We’re going back to Bali.”

  “Not the first time for either of us though.”

  “But our first time…together.”

  CHAPTER 12

  Avery

  I ’ve never felt so relaxed in my entire life.

  Wayan, Christian’s friend, picks us up from the airport and takes us to our accommodation. After sitting on the plane for hours, the last thing we wanted to do was sit some more, so Wayan does the logical thing…he takes us surfing.

  I’ve only been here a few hours and I’m already remembering what I loved so much about this place, and why Christian has devoted so much of his life to it.

  After surfing we had worked up an appetite and there was only one place we could go.

  I get out of the car and walk into the restaurant. Seconds later I am greeted with that familiar smile. I haven’t seen her in years, and our time together had been extremely brief, but she remembers me and I certainly remember her.

  “Putu!” I say as I try to maneuver through the tables as quickly as I can to reach her. We greet each other with a hug, and immediately start catching up.

  Christian doesn’t seem to mind. He’s spotted some people he knows at one of the tables and sits down with them for a coconut juice.

  After lunch, we head back to the accommodation for a quick rest before making our way back out to do some shopping and sightseeing.

  Christian is a celebrity. Everywhere we go people are stopping to ask how he’s been. They know him by name and he knows them by theirs.

  The more time I spent with this wonderful man the more I can see how much he truly cares about people, and why they care so much about him. He may have come off as rough around the edges at first, but I can see his heart was in the right place, as was mine. And now there’s only one place for my heart. In his hands. I was ready to give it to him.

  After a beautiful dinner overlooking the water we walk back to our accommodation.

  “It’s like we have the entire resort to ourselves,” I say.

  He smiles.

  “What are you smiling about?”

  He starts whistling a mischievous tune.

  “Out with it,” I say, as I playfully slap him on the arm.

  “We do have the place to ourselves. I booked out the entire resort.”

  “You’re joking me?”

  “Not at all.”

  “That’s why I haven’t seen any staff since we checked in.”

  “I told them we could fend for ourselves for the first three days, and then it would be okay to come check on us.”

  “Three whole days?”

  “Yep.”

  “What about the sheets?”

  “There are plenty of spares in the closet. Special request of mine.”

  “You dirty devil.”

  “You have no idea.”

  I grab him by the arm. “I have some idea…and I’m looking forward to finding out about a whole lot more.”

  “No need to look forward anymore,” he says, sweeping me off my feet before I even know what happened.

  CHAPTER 13

  Avery

  H e pauses as he holds me in his arms beside the bed.

  “Just for you.”

  I look down and see rose petals in the shape of a heart on top of the sheet.

  “Awww.”

  He gently places me on the bed and lifts his white linen shirt up over his head. He slides out of his pants and underwear and stands there completely nude in front of me.

  “We should spend as much of this vacation nude as we can…from the first moments to the last.”

  “Agreed,” I say, as I slide out of my clothes and lay out before him on the bed.

  He paces the exterior of the bed like a lion stalking its prey. He’s just staring at me, his eyes wandering across my body from head to toe, and it’s making me drip with anticipation.

  “What?” I ask.

  “It’s perfect.”

  “What’s perfect?”

  “This. Here. You. Everything.”

  “You’re perfect,” I say, as he brings the mosquito net down around the bed. I haven’t noticed a single bug all day, but I’m definitely not going to complain about the romantic atmosphere it provides.

  He slides in on top of me, supporting his weight just above me with his forearms, which are resting just to either side of my head.

  “This is the moment I’ve been waiting for.”

  “And the moment I’ve been waiting for.”

  “Your entire life.”

  “Yes,” I say. Now’s the time and I’m not afraid to say it. “For you. I was always waiting for you.”

  “And you’ll never wait again, because now I’m yours forever,” he says as he gently lowers his lips to meet mine.

  His skin is just grazing mine. I can feel his strength, his muscles, but at the same time I can feel his tenderness. Most of all I can feel the anticipation. The anticipation from his erection, which I can feel. And the anticipation that our just ever so light skin-to-skin contact is creating. He must sense it too, because he lowers himself down onto me and takes my body in his hands.

  His hands move up and down my sides. I can feel his calluses. There is so much masculinity in everything he does, in every part of him.

  “Your skin feels amazing,” he says in that voice that sounds like a smooth Tennessee whiskey that’s been aged in the finest oak barrels for centuries.

  “You feel amazing,” I say as I take his cock in one hand and his run my other along his chest. I can feel the definition of his massive muscles, and the definition of where his shaft meets the head of his circumcised tip. As much as I want to feel him inside me, I want this moment to last forever.

  And it does, as he kisses along my neck and runs a finger across my cheek before slowly parting my lips and inserting his finger in my mouth. I take it gladly and suck its length, and am soon rewarded with a second finger, and then a third.

  And as amazing as his fingers feel in my mouth, I’m feeling even more aroused when I feel the fingers from his other hand parting my lips down below before they trace circles around my clit.

  I feel the blood pumping through my veins, as his kisses slide down my midsection and onto my folds. He slides in two fingers just as he takes my clit in his mouth, gently maneuvering it inside the tender warmth of his lips as his fingers find my spot.

  My forearms tighten and I grab a handful of the sheet beneath me. My stomach contracts as my back arches and I feel a warm wave of liquid release as my body achieves complete relaxation immediately following a period of intense focus.

  “You taste as sweet as honey,” he whispers from down below.

  I hear him but I say nothing. My head’s still spinning and I wonder how I got by so long on my rabbit, which will never find its way out of my panty drawer again.

  “You like the way I taste?” I say.

  I want you to cum again so I can put it in a cup and drink it all day long. Just sip on it to remind me of you. To make me think of you. To remind me what I’ve got waiting as soon as we’re alone together, or even when we’re not.
When we’re naked on the beach. Naked climbing the mountain. Naked under the water. I can’t wait to touch you, taste you, and feel every last part of you everywhere.”