He squeezed my hand. “I’m sorry to tell you this, but we won’t be having any girls. Silvermans only produce boys.”
“Ha! What makes you think I’ll be having children with you? I may find myself some guy who’ll give me a bunch of girl—”
The snarl cut off my antagonizing. I had no idea why Carl brought out this side of me. The side that bantered back, that fought, and that didn’t take shit. I wasn’t like this usually. I was a very stereotypical librarian: quiet, shy and very reserved. Carl made me hot and fluttered and my coping mechanism, so I didn’t jump him, seemed to be pissing him off.
Carl yanked me against his hard body and his mouth slammed down, claiming mine. He lifted me up, cupping my arse. I gripped his shoulder, so I didn’t fall and without breaking the searing kiss, he walked.
I should probably have fought him, or at least tried to stop what he was doing to me, but his fingers kneaded my arse, and the walking motion had me grinding against him as he devoured my mouth. I didn’t want to stop. I wanted more. I wanted to feel his naked skin against my own. I wanted to give in for once and let myself go. To give into temptation.
We stopped and I reluctantly forced myself to pull my mouth from his. We entered an elevator and he pressed a button. Holy shit. We were in a house elevator. He placed me gently on the ground and I took a step back only for him to follow.
“Take it off.” His deep voice was a barley recognized growl.
I shivered and stared up at his eyes, dark pools filled with lust and promise. With shaking fingers I undid my blouse and unzipped my pants. His breathing was getting louder and a power I’d never felt before washed over me at the knowledge I was making him so turned on. I slipped the blouse off, letting it fall to the floor as the elevator opened. He gathered me to him again and left the elevator. I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs hooked to his waist. His hands rested on my back and his lips claimed mine as he started walking again. Lost in passion, I almost missed his fumbling with my bra. His snarl of frustration into my mouth had me moving away and giggling. He placed me down and I looked around to see we were standing in front of two large doors. He opened them and before I got to see the room we were going into, Carl lifted me over his shoulder and strolled in. Dazed at the change, I didn’t have time to react before he laid me down on a massive bed.
“Take it all off now.” I didn’t argue or even pause to think of what I was doing. I was so worked up. I’d have done just about anything he said right then. I kicked my shoes off, wiggled out of my pants, and threw them and my underwear on the ground. A thought in the back of my mind told me I should be more cautious, that I shouldn’t be this brazen. I was naked on a huge bed with a man I barely knew. The groan of appreciation he gave me as he stared at my body had my confidence soaring.
I watched with heated anticipation as he ripped his clothes off to reveal the beautifully sculptured body I remembered from that morning. He was toned and tall and had one tattoo. It looked to be the medical symbol on his chest. Sighing in appreciation, the urge to trace the symbol with my tongue flashed before me. I wanted to explore every inch of him. I knelt on the bed and resisted the urge to throw myself at him. Any resistance I felt I had toward Carl had vanished. All I could think about was climbing back on him and taking his mouth to mine and letting my tongue do the exploring I craved. Oh God, what had come over me? I felt almost animalistic.
Carl crawled to me. My stomach fluttered and body heated. I reached for him and settled myself against him. He cupped my face and brushed his lips over mine lingering to whisper, “You’re mine.” He eased away and stared into my eyes. “No one else will ever see you or feel you like this again. This I promise. Mine,” he hissed before claiming my mouth as his own.
His fingers ran down my body caressing my breasts and tweaking my nipples. Shots of delight pulsed through me and I closed my eyes and basked in his touch. My own fingers explored, tracing the ridges in his back before coming around and trailing the pads over every crevice and bump. Mmm, I loved the feel of his body. I sighed in pure bliss as he flexed, and my fingers smoothed over his abs. I’d never been with someone with a body like Carl. He wasn’t bodybuilder muscle, but he was solid and toned. I’d seen pictures of hot bodies, but never had the pleasure to feel one and I was enjoying it. I liked that Carl looked after himself. He was older than me I knew, but I didn’t know by how much, and he was a busy doctor that kept in shape. I was impressed.
I opened my eyes as the kiss deepened. Carl ravaged my mouth and I matched him, fighting to taste more, to feel more. I tangled my tongue with his and sucked as I moved my lips to match his rhythm. Carl’s body moved us further down on the bed and I wrapped my legs tighter around him as he rubbed against me. Circling my arms around him I ran my fingers up and down his back.