J.T. leaned close, very close. She felt his breath brush hot over her face. “Don’t you dare blame yourself, honey. Hear me?”
“Don’t you? God, J.T.! He was your best friend.”
“He was my friend, yeah. But best friend?” He took her face in her hands and gave her a fierce look. “Think, Carrie! The only thing Mark and I had in common was racing and you.”
He traced his fingers over her throat and a flash of heat raced through her body. “J.T.”
He tilted her chin up with his thumbs and bending his head, he took her lips again. Oh, she wanted him. The impulse to climb up his long, lean body was overwhelming and she gasped into his mouth. Her thighs quivered and she felt the rain of moisture that pooled in her panties. A throbbing set up in tissues that were already swollen and ready for more of what he’d given her earlier in the shower.
“Let me take you, Carrie,” he whispered against her lips. “You have no idea how sexy I find you. Everything about you makes my cock hard. I want to pound into you and make you scream, make you come. I need you to know how fucking hot you are. Give in, honey.”
“I don’t want to talk about the past anymore.”
“Then we won’t. We’ll talk about now.”
Feeling a wild and frantic acceptance take hold, she looped her arms around his neck as he lifted her up and carried her to the double-wide chaise longue by the pool. Her legs went around his waist and she felt the press of his erection against her core. Just as she began to rub against that delicious thickness, he lowered her down and stood over her, his eyes hot with desire. He yanked his tee shirt over his head and tossed it aside. Carrie saw the play of moonlight dance over the muscular curves of his chest. It was time. It was long past time she quit living like a nun and got rid of all the self-doubts Mark had planted in her brain and now, looking at sexy-as-sin J.T., she knew she’d made a good choice in a lover. She sent her eyes cruising the length of his body, saw his muscles tighten and, in that moment, took back control of her life.
“I have a better idea,” she whispered, looking him dead in the eye. “Let’s not talk at all.”
Chapter Four
Mark had really done a number on Carrie’s confidence and he hated the bastard for it. But J.T. knew he was just the man to undo the damage caused by her former husband’s selfish disregard. He wouldn’t stop taking her until she knew just how damn enticing she was to him. Behind the fly of his jeans, his cock grew harder, pulsing with the need to plow into the sweet depths of her body.
She seemed to have no idea what she did to him.
What she’d always done to him.
Those big blue eyes were locked on his. She panted softly and each breath caused her lush breasts to move against the flimsy fabric of the little top she wore. The outline of her nipples, hard as diamonds, ripe as berries, were visible beneath it and J.T. felt his mouth water for a taste. His imagination went wild at the thought of the two weeks that stretched out in front of him like a long-playing sexual fantasy.
“Take it off.”
She blinked. “Hm?”
“The top. Take it off. I want to look at your nipples.”
Slowly she sat up. She took her pouty bottom lip between those pearly white teeth and reached for the hem. Watching her undress for him was a huge turn on and it took every bit of patience he possessed not to reach out and quickly strip the little bit of fluff from her gorgeous body.
God! No bra. He loved it.
It was like a slow, sexy striptease as she inched it up by miniscule increments and when the firm, globes of her breasts appeared, he swallowed. Hard.
Beautiful.
When Carrie dropped the clothing to the tiled patio surface, she stared him straight in the eye and tossed back her hair. She looked like a goddess sitting there, bathed in moonglow and the flickering light from the pool. Light and shadows sifted across the surface of her face and he realized with a shock, that she was even prettier now than she’d been three years ago. There was a knowledge and wisdom shining from her eyes that hadn’t been there before. She’d been through the fire and emerged stronger.
Was she ready to jump back into the fire again? With him?
Reaching into his back pocket, he pulled out a tiny package and tucked it between his teeth. Letting her know his intent, he unsnapped his jeans. The rasp of the zipper broke through the quiet of the moment. He pushed the denim from his hips and kicked the jeans aside. Keeping eye contact, J.T. took the condom and tossed it to the end of the chaise.
“God, J.T.! You’re so hot.” Carrie rolled her eyes. “Bet you hear that all the time.”
He smiled. “Not from anyone who matters. Until now.” Reaching down, he took his length in his hand and worked it while she watched. He saw her tongue swipe across her bottom lip. She seemed mesmerized and J.T. felt his cock pulse, grow harder. His balls pulled up tight and hard and he wanted her mouth on him, sucking, making him come.
As if she’d read his thoughts, she crawled toward him and sat at the edge of the oversized chair until she was eye-level with his equipment. She licked her lips again.
“Is that for me, cowboy?”
“Every damn inch.”
“Mm. I love this drop. This one, right here.” Her tongue stroked across the head of his cock as she licked up a drop of cum that seeped from the slit at the end. She teased that spot until he thought he’d lose his mind and then she brushed his hands away and took his length in her hands. Flexing over him, she trailed her tongue around the flanged head, beneath the rim, then sucked lightly.
Holy shit!
Carrie’s breath was hot against his flesh. His balls ached. A groan rose up from his throat as she dipped one hand lower and played with them. Her thumb pressed just behind them, hitting the tender nerve ending and J.T. had to lock his legs to remain steady. But then she had to go and mess up his great plans by rubbing her breasts against his thighs. Unable to resist touching her, he sank his fingers in her thick golden hair.
“You’re playing with fire,” he groaned, watching her mouth begin to slide up and down over the thick, rigid length. The warm, wet touch threatened to send him over the edge but he held on by a thread.
She looked up with heavy-lidded eyes and smiled. “You gonna burn me up, honey? Well, I’m ready. I’ve been primed and ready since you ate me up in the shower. For the first time in a long time, I’m ready to be good and fucked. Give it to me, J.T. I want it. I want you.”
“Fuck.”
“That’s the idea.”
“Smart ass.”
“Yeah and you love it.”
Reaching down, he grabbed her shoulders and pushed her back onto the chair. Abandoning finesse, he yanked at her shorts and tossed them aside just seconds before tearing open the condom and rolling it onto his shaft.
Jesus. God.
The frantic prayers went unheard as he jerked open Carrie’s thighs, briefly marveling at the beauty of her naked pussy. Like a supplicant, he went to his knees and buried his mouth between her legs. She was like wet silk against his tongue, his eating mouth and he wanted to swallow her whole, make her wild, make her come. Cream ran slick from her body and he drank it down as her cries filled the night sky.
Oh yeah.
But it wasn’t enough. Not even close.
Wanting to tease, needing to give her more, he filled her channel with his fingers and slowly slid them deep, then shallow as he sucked her clit. He felt her thighs tremble against his shoulders. She was close. He could hear it in the desperate sounds she made.
They’d done this in the shower and though it was incredible, this time he wanted to feel those silken walls clench around his cock and he was damn tired of waiting.
He drew back and stood, looking down at her. The desperate sound of loss she made had him wanting to give her everything. She was teetering on the sharp blade of desire. Bending, he took her shoulders and pulled her more firmly onto the chair. It was sturdy, with a heavy metal frame and that suited his purpose. He r
eached to the sides of the chair and unlatched it, making it lay flat. No. It wasn’t a bed but would serve his intent. The chaise was upholstered in a dark fabric and Carrie’s bright hair contrasted sharply. Her delicate features were etched in the dim lighting, shadowed with passion as she panted softly.
Spreading her legs wide, he looked his fill, noting the swollen lips of her labia and the tender wet petals they framed. She was lush and curvy, soft and passionate. Everything he’d ever wanted in a mate and more.
J.T. went down on his knees between her legs and ran his fingers over the velvet soft skin of her inner thighs. He couldn’t drag his gaze from her warm, wet pussy and finally, he brushed that ultra soft flesh with his knuckles, his fingers. Carrie’s back bowed up and he lifted his gaze and saw her eyes were heavy-lidded with her passion. Her pink lips were parted slightly as she struggled for breath.
His cock pulsed and he quickly reined in the impulse to bury himself deep, with immediate intent, into her channel. No. Not yet. She was a sensual woman and he knew the little number Mark had done on her had made her doubt her appeal. Dumb. Didn’t she know she was his dream? Hadn’t she yet begun to realize he couldn’t live without her?
Leaning over her, J.T. took his throbbing erection in one hand and trailed it over her center. She gasped as he pressed the head against her swollen little clit. Her knees went up as she pressed her bare feet flat on the chair, just near his hips. The action opened her further to his gaze and his mouth went dry. Juices rolled from her body and he trailed the head of his cock through them. Carrie gasped and he looked up at her.
“Ready to come, honey?”
“Yes.”
That affirmation was all he needed as he buried himself deep into her body. Those hot, silky walls clasped him tightly wringing a groan from his throat. It was almost too much, that first moment. He’d wanted it for too long. Needed it too desperately. The head of his erection bumped her womb and he withdrew a little, his body demanding he move as her muscles clenched and released, clenched and released.
Damn.
So good.
He couldn’t get close enough so he grabbed one of her knees and lifted it up and out, bringing him more flush against her. Rotating his hips, he rubbed his pelvis against the stiff bud of her clit and heard her breath break. “Yeah. Like that, Carrie,” he whispered just before he bent to take one diamond-hard nipple into his mouth to suck. He drew hard on it and scraped lightly with his teeth. Beneath him, her back bowed away from the cushion of the chair and he felt the warm press of her belly.
Moving slowly, he parried and retreated through her channel. She was as tight as a virgin and J.T. knew he could spend the rest of his life buried deep inside her. A bed would have been better for this first time but the sad truth was, he just couldn’t wait. He’d needed to be inside her for years. Every woman he’d taken in the past had resembled her in some way. Blonde hair or blue eyes or curvy body. But none of them had been Carrie. Hell, yeah, he was obsessed.
Beneath him, she started to writhe. Her breath grew shorter. She was close. He could feel the tension, the need for climax, practically vibrate through her body and J.T. knew she wasn’t alone. His balls drew up, pulsing and tight against him. Hard. So hard. His legs began to tremble as he fought off the urge to come.
Groaning his pleasure, he increased the pace and depths of his movements. Plunging deep and hard, he took her hard, slippery clit and pressed it. Released and pressed. Released and pressed. Carrie’s soft cry rose up and wrapped around his heart. Moving faster he whipped his cock through her sheath. Harder and higher he took her until she shivered on the taut precipice of completion.
Then like a floodgate opening, she flew apart and J.T. fell with her, pummeling through her body in a blur of motion and need. His pleasure pumped hard as he was rocked from the soles of his feet, through his balls and cock. Tiny fingers of pleasure shot up his spine and over his scalp as he came hard and long. Through it all, Carrie remained in a soundless state, as if the shock of her orgasm held her suspended in a force field of electrifying lust.
J.T. heard her breath sough out as she went utterly limp beneath him and while his spent cock pulsed softly deep inside her body, he buried his face against the crook of her neck and breathed her in.
* * * * *
Carrie opened her eyes, reached out and instantly knew she was alone in her bed. She must’ve dozed off after the last hard orgasm. Lord, she felt just…what was the word? Satisfied. And it seemed like such a mild little word for what she’d experienced with J.T. tonight. Rolling over, she glanced at the clock.
Two in the morning.
She flopped back and watched shadows dance across her ceiling. What had she gotten herself into? Um. A whole lotta good, no make that great, sex with a smoking hot man who made her toes curl. She liked him, too. More than liked him. He was the best part of her past but anything more with J.T. Sims was a very bad idea. The whole lifestyle-in-the-limelight deal wasn’t for her. Not anymore.
Her practical self gave her heart a good talking to.
The photographers, the constant press, the scrutiny just wasn’t in her anymore after those disastrous years with Mark. That was why she’d scampered off to Italy immediately after her husband’s death. She was just done. J. T. would offer her more of the same and it was a bad idea to let her heart get involved.
Then, as she lay there in the dark, her heart spoke up. She’d never been the kind of woman to run from what she wanted and she wanted J.T. Maybe forever. The man completely did it for her, playing her body like a finely tuned instrument. Yep, he made her sit up and sing in a way Mark never had. They were very different, these men she loved. Yes. She’d said it. Loved.
While Mark had been the worst of scoundrels, J.T. had been someone real. She could always count on him to make her laugh, to make her feel that she mattered. It simply wasn’t fair to lump them into the same category and sit them side-by-side on a shelf in her heart. Not fair at all. Mark had been born to money and privilege and had taken every accolade as his due while J.T. was a southern boy who understood what success would mean to not only himself but his family. He was generous and loving. Funny and sweet. Sexy as hell.
Carrie sat up when J.T. came into the darkened room. Completely naked, he stood there holding a tray burdened down with food. Ah, he was going to feed her. Her heart turned over at the crooked grin he wore. His black curls were tousled, falling over his forehead. Had God ever made a more appealing man?
No. She didn’t think so.
“Hungry, darlin’?”
The question had no sooner left his mouth than her stomach growled loudly and J.T.’s grin widened as he came up to the bed and looked down at her. “Forget I asked that. You’ve gotta be starving. I know I am. Just made myself at home in your kitchen.”
Carrie grinned back and sat up to rearrange herself more comfortably. She was naked, too, and modestly drew the sheets over her crossed legs before smoothing a spot on the bed. Taking the tray from J.T., she set it in front of her and saw that he’d fixed several large ham and swiss sandwiches along with a plate of green grapes and two tall glasses of sweet tea. He’d also found her stash of Oreos and had a small stack of them sitting there. She eyed the cookies and arched a brow at him. “Bad boy.”
He folded his long, rangy body across from her and picked up a half of one sandwich and bit in. “I thought women liked bad boys?”
She laughed and popped a grape in her mouth. “Oh, we do, honey. The badder the better.”
After a while, she looked up at him, watching his strong throat work as he finished off his drink. “How are your folks? I’m sorry I didn’t ask sooner.”
J.T. set down the glass and crunched a cookie. He wagged his brows at her. “Been a little too busy for that,” he said before giving her a smile. “They’re doing good. Bought them a house a few years ago and Mama feels like a regular queen these days. She fussed about it and so did Dad but I insisted.”
Carrie’s heart t
urned over. She knew J.T. had grown up in a trailer park and though his family hadn’t had much, they’d had plenty of love. His mom, whom Carrie had met and liked very much, had cleaned houses for a living in those days. His dad was a mechanic who worked for a small town car dealership and it had been from him, J.T. had learned a love of cars.
“That was nice of you.”
He shook his head. “Not really. Least I can do for all they’ve sacrificed for me.” He shrugged. “Besides, I love ‘em.”
It was on the tip of her tongue to say…yeah, and I love you, but she stopped that silly impulsive need. “Tell me more. Sometimes I miss my folks so much I can barely stand it.”
J.T.’s dark eyes gleamed with compassion as he reached out to tuck a bit of her hair behind her ear. He took the tray and set it on the small table beside her bed, plucking up the half-eaten bunch of grapes. Suddenly he grinned and shook his head. “You should’ve seen Mama’s face when I showed up with a cleaning service. Thought she was gonna chase me out of that gigantic kitchen with her broom. Said she’d been cleaning just fine for years and she wasn’t about to have a bunch of strangers poking around in her house.”
“Mm. That sounds like her.”
J.T. laughed. “Finally talked her into it. I’m a persuasive guy.”
Wow, what an understatement. He’d had her talked out of her panties quicker than you could say hot sex. “I’m glad you’re taking such good care of them.”
He flashed her a naughty grin and slid forward on the bed, pushing her back into the pillows. “I’m good at taking care of things, honey. Haven’t you figured that out about me?”
Laughing too, Carrie felt her body go warm and liquid when he bent his head to kiss her. Long, slow, eating kisses were her very favorites and she’d never had any quite this yummy before. He swept his tongue along the seam of her lips, probed inside to explore. She sighed into his mouth and he absorbed it, drank it in, swallowed it whole. Her bare breasts sank into the curling hair on his chest and helplessly, she rubbed her nipples there. They were drawn up tight and oh so sensitive. A tiny frustrated sound broke free and when J.T. drew back to look at her, she saw he wasn’t unaffected either. His dark eyes were slumberous and the shadows that chased across his features made him seem wickedly sexy. “I’m pretty damn good at taking care of people I care about, honey. Come on, I have a little surprise for you.”
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