I close my eyes against the bright sun. There won’t be many days like this left before the fall fully takes over. I let out a sigh when I feel a cloud cover the sun.
“Do you really think he likes me?” I ask, feeling like a schoolgirl with a crush on the jerky jock.
“I think he very much likes you,” a voice rumbles from high above me. I open my eyes and see Carson standing over me, blocking the sun.
“Um, Mar, I’ve gotta go.”
“Text me…” she says as I hang up on her.
I swallow thickly and get to my feet to stand in front of him. “He does?” I ask shyly.
Carson gives me a crooked smile. “How could he not like you?” he asks, tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear.
“I thought you hated me. You’re always so mean.”
He pulls me to his chest, hugging me. It feels natural to fall into his arms, returning his hug. “Oh baby, I never meant to come off that way. You just drive me crazy.” I move to pull away, but he holds tighter. “Let me finish. I hate knowing that other men are looking at your sexy little body in those short skirts and tight shirts.”
I look up at him in confusion. “Why would you care?”
He lets out a low growl gripping the back of my neck so I can’t hide in the face of the truth. “Because you’re mine. I don’t want any other fucker looking at you. I don’t share.”
With the declaration that makes my head spin, he crashes his lips to mine, devouring me. I stand frozen for a minute, still in shock by Carson’s words. When his tongue licks at my lips and I open for him, the kiss catches fire. He deepens the kiss until our tongues are dancing together. Every bit of self-consciousness on whether I’m doing things right flees from my mind and makes way for enthusiasm. I find myself digging my fingers in his hair, holding his lips to mine, kissing him hungrily. He returns my fervor, his lips and tongue stroking mine.
I wantonly rub against him. Feeling his hard body against my soft curves is enough to make my toes curl. I gasp when he lifts me off my feet and carries me into the house. The door slams behind him, and he’s got me pinned to it in a heartbeat.
He nips and kisses at my jaw, my neck, back up to my lips. Over and over, his mouth makes the trail, driving me out of my mind with lust. My panties are soaked, my nipples hard pebbles behind the lace of my bra. His hands travel up and down my body, cupping my breasts and teasing my nipples. Then one slowly travels down lower until he’s palming my pussy in his big hand and grinding the palm of his hand against my clit.
It feels amazing, but at the same time is like a cold glass of water over my head. I’m not ready for this. Not yet. My body is on board and ready to go, but my mind knows better. The last thing I want after all these years is to regret giving my virginity to someone. Up until earlier today, I thought that Carson hated me, and in direct reflection of his hatred, I’ve hated him too.
My emotions are warring together, and I don’t know what side is up. I pull away from his lips and push against his chest. For a heartbeat, I wonder if he will stop. I realize how stupid I’ve been to let someone who is basically a stranger kiss the heck out of me then carry me off into my house like some crazy person.
He doesn’t fight against me, and I relax a little. Carson takes a step back, his hands falling from my body. He licks his lips, letting me know how much he hungers for me, but he lets me go.
“What’s wrong, baby?” he asks with concern.
I shake my head, not really wanting to reveal that I’m a virgin, but at the same time not knowing how to explain why I’m not ready for this.
“It’s too soon… up until a few hours ago, you hated me. This,” I wave my hand between us, “is all new to me, and it’s too much too fast.”
“I never hated you, Ana. I will never forgive myself for making you feel that way.”
I nod. “I understand, but it’s going to take time for me to forgive all the little hurts you’ve built up over the months.”
He nods in understanding. “Okay, darlin’. We will go as slow or as fast as you want.”
He leans down and gives me an achingly sweet kiss before leaving. I don’t miss him adjusting his cock in his jeans as he walks across our yards to his own door. And I feel a brief moment of regret for sending him away.
6 Carson
It’s been three days since the day that I lost my mind and nearly screwed everything up with Ana. I’m not sure how I know, but some instinct inside me tells me that my Ana is completely innocent and untouched. I knew better than to lose myself and practically attack her like that. She’s a temptation that I can barely keep from falling into.
In the last three days, I’ve spent time at the diner while she works. She didn’t even put up a fight when I sat in her section. If I’m not mistaken, she even flirted with me. That purple skirt that drives me insane made an appearance, torturing me every time she leaned down to help someone. Each time she made sure her ass was pointed in my direction. Has a man ever been so tortured?
I knock on her door, excitement filling me at the idea of having her on the back of my bike. I was surprised when she easily agreed to
