Cowboy Take Me Away Part 15

"Don't you want your hands and mouth on me?"

"Of course I do. But that don't mean I'm gonna tear off your shirt, and take off your bra in a public place where anyone can walk past and see your bare chest."

Her eyes widened as if that hadn't occurred to her.

So he took it a step farther to drive home his point. "If we get busy in my truck, everyone will know what we're doin' when it starts bouncing up and down. That'll draw an audience. That's what you want for your first time?"

"No. But-"

"Trust me. I'll know when you're ready. There's nothin' wrong with waitin' for it. Planning it."

"You'll know when I'm ready," she repeated.

"I ain't sayin' this to p.i.s.s you off, but I do have more experience in these things than you do."

Carolyn pushed away from him and put distance between them.

The rain was really coming down and the movie was a total blur. But the voices coming from the speaker were rife with anger.

That's when he understood the anger in the air wasn't only from the movie effects or the humidity. She was mad.

Which meant she was really mad because he'd learned one thing about her in the times they'd spent together; she didn't have time for games. She wasn't playing at being mad.

"You gonna tell me what's got you huffing like an angry bull?"

Comparing her to livestock? Didn't think you were that dumb.

"Your expectations of how s.e.x with me is going to play out-candlelight, flowers, chocolates and the release of beribboned doves at the moment of breaching my maidenhead-are not mine."

Christ. He hadn't thought she could be sarcastic either. Once she sank her teeth into something she wouldn't let it go.

"I thought you were different."

"Carolyn-"

"You look at me but you don't see me. You see what you want to see. You are like everyone else in my life who thinks it's their job to make decisions for me and what I want."

"Because I wouldn't f.u.c.k you, I'm an a.s.shole?"

"No. I didn't ask you to have s.e.x with me. But even if I had? You are dismissing what I want and how I feel."

Sadness filled her face and it hit him as hard as a punch in the nuts.

"Take me back to my car."

"We can talk-"

"No. It's not like we can watch the movie."

f.u.c.k. Rather than try to climb over her into the driver's side, he jumped into the downpour and skirted the front end. Then getting in he almost sat on his hat. In trying to avoid that, he slammed his groin into the steering wheel.

"Motherf.u.c.king-c.o.c.ksucking-son-of-a-f.u.c.king-b.i.t.c.h." He breathed through the excruciating pain-he'd never racked himself with a hard on before-and hoped he didn't pa.s.s out. He chanced a look at her.

She didn't even have that pursed set to her mouth when he cussed. She didn't snap, "Language," at him.

The windshield wipers slapped angrily as he pulled out of the parking lot onto the road. "This is not how I wanted the night to end."

"Just drive."

The air in the cab on the drive back to her car was hot and sticky-but that wasn't what made it uncomfortable.

Carolyn hadn't looked at him even one time. She'd just retreated. Hands folded in her lap, her gaze aimed out the window. Not that she could see anything through the fog on the inside and the driving rain surrounding them, but she pretended she could.

He hated dropping her off in the middle of nowhere, wishing instead he could pull up to her house, walk her to the door and give her a goodnight kiss. Yeah, like a normal date. Didn't most women want that?

So why the h.e.l.l was this beautiful, sweet, pure woman so eager to give her virginity to a man like him?

Maybe for that reason.

Carson remembered from talking to the women who'd shared his bed that their initiation into s.e.x left a lot to be desired. His first time at age fifteen hadn't lasted long at all. His partner, a twenty-year-old teacher's a.s.sistant, had lectured him on making sure the women he bedded had as much fun as he did. She'd taught him a lot.

And it wasn't as if he wasn't f.u.c.king dying to get his hands on her, his mouth on her and his d.i.c.k in her. He just didn't want it to happen in a car or a truck. Carolyn deserved all that romancing stuff women loved.

He'd make it up to her. He'd take her out for supper tomorrow night. Then back to his place where he could get her completely nekkid and feast on her. Touch her, kiss her, taste her and show her how good it could be when he took his time.

Now that he had a plan, she couldn't argue he wasn't taking into consideration what she wanted.

Carson pulled alongside her car, put his truck in park and shut it off before he faced her. "Sorry that we ended up at cross purposes tonight."

Carolyn laughed cynically. "That's one way of putting it."

"How would you have put it?"

"You got your way. And whatever-" she gestured wildly, "-attraction you have for me is no match for your resolve to get your way."

"What the h.e.l.l am I supposed to say to that, Caro?"

"Nothing. Goodbye." Carolyn bailed out of the truck.

Goodbye? Not goodnight? "Oh no. Oh h.e.l.l no." Carson jumped out and caught her just as she started to unlock her car door. "You don't get to-"

Carolyn turned and shoved at him. "Leave me alone. I refuse to stand in the rain and argue with you."

She turned back and inserted the key, twisting hard. She did that twice more with no success.

Carson said, "Let me try."

"I don't want your help."

"I'm sure, but sugar, it looks like you need it." He curled himself around her, trying to block her from the downpour as he jimmied the lock.

And as he cranked and twisted, he was acutely aware of the soft cushion of her a.s.s against his groin. The outer swell of her breast rubbing on the inside of his forearm. The way the rain released the flowery scent of her shampoo and the powdery sweet aroma of her perfume. The arm she'd braced against the window shook. He felt the heat rising from her neck and the press of her spine into his chest.

In that moment he needed her more than his next breath.

Then his mouth was on her ear. "Carolyn."

A shudder worked through her.

The keys dropped to the ground.

She tried to spin around but he held her in place. "Stay like this."

His hands moved to her hips and he followed the curve of her waist up to plant his hands on her b.r.e.a.s.t.s.

She arched against him hard, turning her head, baring her throat, reaching around to dig her nails into the base of his neck.

Carson tasted her skin, his lips gliding easily on the rain-slicked flesh. His teeth sc.r.a.ped along the tendon until his mouth connected with the spot where her pulse raged. He sucked hard.

Her moan as she gyrated her soft a.s.s against his erection spurred him to take the next step.

Tugging her blouse free from her skirt, he worked the b.u.t.tons until the back of his hand touched the bare skin of her belly. He trailed the fingers of his right hand to her left t.i.t, and he slipped them beneath the satin cup, stroking before he lightly twisted the rigid tip while his mouth continued the onslaught of her throat. "Tell me what you want."

"Don't stop this time."

He bunched the sodden material of her skirt in his left hand and rolled it up, tucking it into the waistband.

The smooth skin of her thighs beckoned. While his right hand toyed with her hard nipple, his left hand delved between her legs. The heat and wetness soaking through her panties had nothing to do with the rain. A primitive growl rumbled free as he stroked her on the outside of her cleft, getting her used to his touch.

Carolyn b.u.mped her hips forward, panting for more.

Pulling her panties aside, he hissed at that first slippery connection to the soft petals of her s.e.x. He followed the wet slit, stopping at the top to finger her c.l.i.t, loving that she nearly collapsed in his arms at his intimate touch. "Such a sweet, sweet p.u.s.s.y, sugar," he murmured beneath her jaw.

His fully erect c.o.c.k protested the angle when he leaned forward to swirl his finger around her opening. His entire body was as rigid as his c.o.c.k. Could Carolyn feel how hard his heart slammed in his chest as he pressed it against her back? Could she feel his blood pumping so fast and hot where her fingernails dug into the nape of his neck?

Carson's lips found hers. They kissed with desperation. He pushed his finger inside her, releasing another growl at the hot sheath that hugged it, knowing how f.u.c.king good it'd feel having his c.o.c.k buried in the tight heat.

Once he started to thrust in and out, she canted her hips, trying to drive him in deeper. He added another finger, scissoring his fingers as well, even knowing the best way to stretch her fully was to use his d.i.c.k.

"Carolyn." He nuzzled her cheek while he continued to drive his fingers into her. This wasn't how he wanted it to happen, but it was going to happen. "Stop me now if you don't-"

"Don't stop. Please."

At some point the rain had let up, changing into misty drops. Steam radiated from the pavement and he felt it rising off of him, out of him.

His head screamed with the need to have her. His hands left her body only long enough to turn her around and push her against the car. They were plastered together by the rain, and by need. Carson kissed her frantically as he unhooked his belt and dropped his jeans and boxers to his knees.

Carolyn's fingers were tugging on the b.u.t.tons of his shirt. Then she raked her nails down his skin, stopping when the tips reached the head of his c.o.c.k.

He moved her hand up, placing it around the back of his neck again. "Hold on." Grabbing the back of her left thigh, he wrapped it around his hip, bringing them groin to groin.

She buried her face in his neck and her hot breath sent goose b.u.mps down his arms.

Carson bent down to align his c.o.c.k, pausing at her opening. It was on the tip of his tongue to ask if she was ready or to tell her he'd go slow, but he hadn't done a play by play so far; no need to do it now.

Her hand on his chest tightened, her nails digging into his pectoral as he fed his c.o.c.k into her.

He closed his eyes, tempted to grit his teeth as her sheath enveloped him. Jesus. She was so tight. Wet, but tight. And hot. An overwhelming need to move had him holding his breath.

Her softly whispered, "Yes, more," was the signal he needed.

He managed a couple of slow thrusts-pulling out fully and pushing back in to the root-keeping one hand braced on the car and the other hand on her knee, holding her steady.

When Carolyn started rocking into him, her hot tongue tracing his collarbone while her thumb sc.r.a.ped his nipple, he kicked up the pace.

It wasn't long before he rammed into that yielding channel harder every time, his b.a.l.l.s no longer swinging forward, but tight. Ready to blow.

Without missing a stroke his lips traveled down her face, from her temple to her jaw and then over to fuse his mouth to hers. The burning pa.s.sion between them flared higher. Hotter. She pulled his hair. Her kiss was ferocious. She canted her hips, matching his every hard thrust.

At that rate Carson knew he'd be spilling inside her soon. Not knowing how close she was, he reached between their straining bodies and spread open the upper section of her p.u.s.s.y. When he pushed back inside her, he kept his groin pressed into hers, keeping constant contact on her c.l.i.t.

Carolyn started to shudder and he felt the rippling pulses of her p.u.s.s.y around his shaft. Instead of throwing her head back, she curled into him, pressing her mouth against the ball of his shoulder as she climaxed. With each rhythmic pulse her teeth sunk deeper into his flesh.

Who knew that s.e.xy love bite as she came would do it for him?

Those glove-tight walls sucked every bit of seed from his b.a.l.l.s. He didn't hammer into her as he started to come. Slowing down prolonged every hot burst and he couldn't stop the, "f.u.c.kin' h.e.l.l, woman," from tumbling out of his mouth before his brain functions ceased entirely.

At some point he'd tipped his head back. Rain spattering his face roused him out of that post-o.r.g.a.s.mic void. He glanced down to see Carolyn staring up at him. Her hair was soaked; she had makeup smudged beneath her eyes. Her lips were curved in a very feminine smile; her eyes were half-lidded with s.e.xual satisfaction.

She was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen.

"Carolyn-"

She placed her fingers over his lips. "Don't say anything. This was everything I thought it'd be. Thank you." Then she kissed him with sweet reverence as she stared into his eyes. "This was perfect. You were perfect, Carson."

"Sugar." He framed her face in his hands and covered her mouth with his, their bodies still connected. They kissed until they each had their fill, balancing tenderness with lingering desire. "I wish I could take you home and tuck you in my bed."

"I do too. But I need to get going."

She only winced a little when he pulled out.

He lowered her leg and righted her panties and skirt before he fought with the wet, cold denim around his knees. Her hands shook as she b.u.t.toned her blouse. Carson didn't bother fastening his shirt; he was going straight home and Cal wouldn't care if he stumbled into the trailer naked.

He picked up her key ring and inserted the key into the lock. It popped on the first try. When he opened the door, she smiled at him.

"What?"

"For the first time ever I'm happy that lock sticks."