wishing her luck.
He’d helped energized her for an interview she hadn’t been one hundred perfect excited about. His unwaveringly support meant a lot to her, especially when she knew the outcome could deny him everything he wanted. To be honest, the short time away from him showed her she desired something quite similar.
Her heart beat faster as she made her way toward the front door. She felt like a teenager going through her first major crush every time she saw him, and tonight was no exception. When she’d left Myrtle Beach she hadn’t thought she’d miss him as much as she had. Whether she’d intended for him to or not Carson had eased his way into a soft spot. Somehow she’d become more attached to him than she planned.
Releasing a pent up breath, she raised her hand and knocked on the door. A few heartbeats later, he opened the front door with a smile so welcoming it made her tremble. Darn it if he didn’t he look scrumptious. A green golf shirt revealed powerful arms. Khaki shorts emphasized muscular legs. His hair slightly unkempt and sexy as all get out. She loved the way he looked at her. And when he kissed her in greeting, it was the same effect—fireworks.
“I’ve really missed you,” he said, pulling her into his home.
She smiled again as she spotted the table, stunningly set, several large candles placed in an intricate pattern on the table.
“You look beautiful,” he stated, tugging her into his embrace.
Imani laid her head on his broad chest. “I’ve missed you, too, handsome.”
“Good to know. I was going to feel like a complete idiot if I was the only one feeling that way.”
She smiled. He had a talent for making her do that. “I haven’t wanted to admit a lot of things lately, but this is something I can’t deny.”
He pulled back so he could see her face. “Oh?”
“From the moment I headed home you’ve been on my mind.”
“Really?”
She nodded. “Yes. I’m not sure what it is we have right now, but I’m not ready to call it to an end.”
He leaned closer to her until his mouth was very close to hers. “You have no idea how much I wanted to hear you say those words.”
She closed the rest of the distance and kissed him. Before she knew it, she was in his arms and the alluring dinner he’d promised her wasn’t as important as getting her hands underneath his shirt.
He had his own plan, and his was the more overwhelming task. She had on a cap sleeved dress that didn’t prove to be much of a barrier for Carson. By the time they’d staggered into the bedroom, between kisses, chuckles and gasps, she was down to a bra and panties while he still had on his shorts.
His hands traveled toward her bra clasp, but she wiggled out of his reach. “Hold on a second,” she rasped. “I want—”
He interrupted her with a kiss, a long one full of exploration and teasing, distracting her just long enough to undo her bra clasp and slip the straps off her shoulders. It fell to the floor to join the rest of her discarded clothing, leaving her in lacy bikini panties.
Carson stepped back, eyeing her from head to toe twice. “I love your body.”
“Thank you. I like yours a lot as well,” she whispered. “Speaking of which, why are you still wearing shorts?”
He looked down, pretending to be shocked. “Oh, hell. I wondered why I was feeling so confined.”
Carson undid his belt, his zipper, and after he stepped out of his shorts, he kicked them across the room, leaving him in a pair of boxer briefs.
“Wow. You’re really excited to see me, aren’t you?”
“I would have to be out of my mind not to be. Now, why is it that you still have clothes on?”
“Tsk. Tsk. Tsk, Carson. Every time I come over, you’re always anxious to get me naked. I’m starting to think you’re trying to convert me into a nudist.”
“I am. Wait until you see what else I have planned.”
She looked at his huge bed, which looked awfully appealing with the comfy white cover
He’d helped energized her for an interview she hadn’t been one hundred perfect excited about. His unwaveringly support meant a lot to her, especially when she knew the outcome could deny him everything he wanted. To be honest, the short time away from him showed her she desired something quite similar.
Her heart beat faster as she made her way toward the front door. She felt like a teenager going through her first major crush every time she saw him, and tonight was no exception. When she’d left Myrtle Beach she hadn’t thought she’d miss him as much as she had. Whether she’d intended for him to or not Carson had eased his way into a soft spot. Somehow she’d become more attached to him than she planned.
Releasing a pent up breath, she raised her hand and knocked on the door. A few heartbeats later, he opened the front door with a smile so welcoming it made her tremble. Darn it if he didn’t he look scrumptious. A green golf shirt revealed powerful arms. Khaki shorts emphasized muscular legs. His hair slightly unkempt and sexy as all get out. She loved the way he looked at her. And when he kissed her in greeting, it was the same effect—fireworks.
“I’ve really missed you,” he said, pulling her into his home.
She smiled again as she spotted the table, stunningly set, several large candles placed in an intricate pattern on the table.
“You look beautiful,” he stated, tugging her into his embrace.
Imani laid her head on his broad chest. “I’ve missed you, too, handsome.”
“Good to know. I was going to feel like a complete idiot if I was the only one feeling that way.”
She smiled. He had a talent for making her do that. “I haven’t wanted to admit a lot of things lately, but this is something I can’t deny.”
He pulled back so he could see her face. “Oh?”
“From the moment I headed home you’ve been on my mind.”
“Really?”
She nodded. “Yes. I’m not sure what it is we have right now, but I’m not ready to call it to an end.”
He leaned closer to her until his mouth was very close to hers. “You have no idea how much I wanted to hear you say those words.”
She closed the rest of the distance and kissed him. Before she knew it, she was in his arms and the alluring dinner he’d promised her wasn’t as important as getting her hands underneath his shirt.
He had his own plan, and his was the more overwhelming task. She had on a cap sleeved dress that didn’t prove to be much of a barrier for Carson. By the time they’d staggered into the bedroom, between kisses, chuckles and gasps, she was down to a bra and panties while he still had on his shorts.
His hands traveled toward her bra clasp, but she wiggled out of his reach. “Hold on a second,” she rasped. “I want—”
He interrupted her with a kiss, a long one full of exploration and teasing, distracting her just long enough to undo her bra clasp and slip the straps off her shoulders. It fell to the floor to join the rest of her discarded clothing, leaving her in lacy bikini panties.
Carson stepped back, eyeing her from head to toe twice. “I love your body.”
“Thank you. I like yours a lot as well,” she whispered. “Speaking of which, why are you still wearing shorts?”
He looked down, pretending to be shocked. “Oh, hell. I wondered why I was feeling so confined.”
Carson undid his belt, his zipper, and after he stepped out of his shorts, he kicked them across the room, leaving him in a pair of boxer briefs.
“Wow. You’re really excited to see me, aren’t you?”
“I would have to be out of my mind not to be. Now, why is it that you still have clothes on?”
“Tsk. Tsk. Tsk, Carson. Every time I come over, you’re always anxious to get me naked. I’m starting to think you’re trying to convert me into a nudist.”
“I am. Wait until you see what else I have planned.”
She looked at his huge bed, which looked awfully appealing with the comfy white cover
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