It’s not long before he’s sitting up, pressing his chest to mine.
I drop his hands and grip his shoulders. His hands on my behind, he takes control, lifting me up and down his cock, increasing pace.
“So good,” I moan.
“That’s it, babe. I need you to come for me.”
The friction is almost too much to bear. My body goes into overdrive, and in no time, I’m shattering around him.
My eyes are locked on his as I come, unable to look away. I never want to look away from him ever again. And that feeling I’ve had of falling before hits me, but it’s harder this time, bleeding into my veins, making me dizzy…
I love him.
I’m in love with him.
Oh God.
Before I can even process my thoughts, I’m moving backward.
Carrick is on top, his body pinning mine. His elbows are pressed against my upper arms, keeping them in place, as he frames my face with his hands.
He’s moving in and out with sure hard thrusts, and I lift my legs, wrapping them around him, urging him in harder.
His features are tight. His eyes are dark with urgency and need. The way he’s looking at me is somehow more intense than ever before, and it stops my breath.
“Andressa…” he groans my name like a prayer. “Fuck, babe…”
Then, almost as if it’s too much for him, he closes his eyes. He brings his mouth to mine, breaking the connection between us, allowing me to breathe.
His body tenses, shuddering, as I feel his cock jerking inside me, filling me with his warmth.
We lie there for a moment, pressing soft tender kisses wherever we can reach skin.
Then, he rolls off me, taking me with him, so my head is on his chest, his arm around me.
“That was…” He sounds in awe and lost, and I’m right there with him.
“Out of this world.” I tilt my head, so I can look at him.
“Don’t go to work today.” He touches my lower lip with his finger, tracing it. “Stay with me.”
“I want to…but I don’t want to let Uncle John down.”
“You’re not letting him down. You’re pulling a sickie, like ninety percent of the population do. Technically, in a roundabout way, you work for me, and I’m saying it’s more than okay for you to play hooky.”
“That’s because you’ll benefit from me playing hooky.”
“True.” He presses his lips together, brow raised, a cute look on his face. “But I’ll make sure that you benefit too.”
I laugh, considering it.
“And the part for your dad’s car is being delivered this morning. We can fit it and then take her out together.”
And he’s got me. I was eighty percent sure I was going to stay just from the feel of his hot body under my hands, but if I can be here to finish my dad’s car…
“You know how to get me.”
“Sure I do. If I didn’t, you wouldn’t be naked and in my bed right now.”
I lift a brow.
“Granted, it took me a while,” he adds. “But we got here in the end.”
“We sure did.” I smile, giving him a kiss. As I pull back, I remember that my phone is in the garage. I left it there yesterday. And if I’m calling in sick, then I’m going to need it.
“Ugh, I left my phone in the garage. I need it to call Uncle John and let him know I won’t be in today.”
“Use mine.”
“Oh, yeah!” I laugh, but I abruptly stop when I see the less than happy look on his face. “What’s wrong?”
“You don’t want John knowing we’re together?”
“I never said that. But if I call from your phone, he’s gonna know in an instant that I’m not playing hooky because I’m sick but because I’m too busy in bed with you. And I’d rather my Uncle John not know those intimate details of my life.”
“But you are gonna tell him that we’re together?”
“If that’s what you want.”
“I do.”
“Are you telling your dad and Pierce?”
He gives me a stupid look. “Of course. I’ll be telling anyone who’ll fucking listen that we’re together. That I’m with the hottest girl in the world.”
I roll my eyes at his cheesy line, but I’m secretly loving it.
“You don’t think it’ll be weird at work?”
“Babe, I’m pretty sure that everyone at work knows that we’ve at least slept together. The way we’ve been with each other these last few weeks, they know.” Moving out from under me, he gets out of bed. Going over to his chest of drawers, he pulls out a pair of dark gray drawstring pajama bottoms and puts them on. “My dad even asked me about it the other day. Asked what was going on with you and me.”
Lying on my side, I prop myself up on my elbow. “What did you tell him?”
“That I was pissed off because you wouldn’t fuck me.” He grins.
“You never said that!” I gasp.
“What else was I going to say?” He comes and sits on the bed. “That I was fucking cut up because you didn’t want me? I don’t go that deep with my dad, babe.”
My eyes lower, my lips turning down at the corners.
“Hey.” He chucks my chin with his fingers.
I look back up at him.
“Don’t feel bad. That shit is all in the past. We’re here now, and we’re good.” He tucks my hair behind my ear.
“No, we’re better than good. We’re great.” I slide my hand around his neck. Bringing his lips down to mine, I kiss him.