She cried out when the orgasm overtook her. Her lush body shaking as he rammed into her harder, his mouth at her throat, her clit throbbing beneath his thumb.
When the last spasm pulled at his cock, he slammed deep and stayed deep in those clenching pussy walls, each hot pulse sending an electric charge up his spine. Blood rushing in his head, racing through his veins, pounding in his balls.
Soft hands petting his hair roused him. He glanced down and saw he’d left a hickey on her breast. Shit. Were those…teeth marks?
Obviously he’d been lost in a fog. He opened his mouth to apologize, and Carolyn pressed her lips to his, the kiss intimate and powerful.
She rested her forehead to his after that soul-marking kiss. “I never knew it could be like this.”
“I didn’t either.”
Those pleasure-hazed blue eyes bored into his. “Really?”
“Not a line, sugar. It’s never been like this for me before.”
Her entire face lit up. “Good.”
“Cocky is a good look on you.” He lightly slapped her ass. “Move off me slowly because we went at it pretty hard and you might be a little sore.”
“It was worth it.” Carolyn lifted up, only wincing slightly. But he realized it wasn’t pain that caused her reaction but the long line of seed running down the inside of her thigh.
“Sex can get a little messy.”
“Sex can get me more than a little pregnant too.”
Carson froze. He’d forgotten to use a goddamned rubber. All three times. Unlike most guys, he almost always used one—he didn’t want to knock up someone he had no intention of marrying.
But this was different. If he’d planted his seed in Carolyn, he’d happily marry her.
“We can use something, right? That’ll keep me from getting pregnant?”
His eyes narrowed. “Thought Catholics were opposed to that.”
“Catholics are also opposed to premarital sex, but that didn’t seem to stop us. So as long as we’re already sinning, let’s just add another thing when I go to confession, okay?”
He laughed. “Okay.” He brushed the hair back from her face. “Can you stay a little longer?”
“Another hour or so.”
“I wish you could stay all night.”
“Me too.”
Around noon the next day, Carson was thinking about how he’d get a message to Carolyn that he wanted to see her, when a truck he didn’t recognize pulled into the yard.
He wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his glove and waited for this person to get out of the vehicle.
The truck door slammed and a barrel-shaped guy stormed toward him. He didn’t recognize the guy until he was on him, a meaty fist headed right for his face.
His last thought before he hit the dirt was he knew where Carolyn had learned to punch—from her brother Harland.
Chapter Nine
Carolyn
She hadn’t seen or heard from Carson in two days. Not since she’d shown up at his place and he’d whisked her off to bed after she’d cooked him dinner.
Everything inside her tightened in remembrance of his fevered kisses. His reverent touches. How marvelous it felt to have his solid body beneath hers. His damp skin sliding against hers. The stretch and burn as their bodies connected so intimately. And how that discomfort had changed into pleasure as he taught her to trust her instincts on how to move with him.
Then Carson had been so sweet, yet fiercely possessive. The way he put his hands on her body as if every inch of flesh now belonged to him. The whispers in her ear that sounded like promises, even when her head had spun so much she couldn’t process the words, just the intensity behind them.
After she’d left and had time to reflect that she’d had sex with him three days in a row, she expected guilt to weigh on her, because she’d been raised to believe that sex was to be saved for marriage. But an act so beautiful and loving between two people should be celebrated.
And she looked forward to celebrating with Carson many, many more times.
She was so lost in thoughts of heat and body friction that she almost passed the turnoff to Beverly’s house. She knew Beverly would only be at the dance long enough to meet up with Mike and then sneak off to his place, and for the first time she understood why.
Beverly’s mother and father were sitting on the front porch when Carolyn pulled up. She waved and waited for Beverly to tear herself away from what looked like a lecture. When she got in the car, she said, “I can’t wait to be out of here.”
“What’s going on?”
“My parents think things are going too fast between me’n Mike. They’d really put up a fuss if they knew he intends to propose before he leaves.”