Cowboy Take Me Away Part 9

"No. I like it."

Carson angled his head and brushed his mouth across hers. Just once.

She trembled.

He dragged his thumb across the base of her throat where her pulse pounded. "Do you trust me?"

"Yes."

"Take off your sweater."

He expected hesitation but got none. Carolyn kept her eyes on his as she slipped each b.u.t.ton through the b.u.t.tonhole. When she started to shrug out of the sweater, he shook his head.

"I do that." Carson slipped the material down her arms and kissed the curve of the shoulder he'd bared. "Now rest on your elbows and stretch out your legs."

Moving to the edge of the blanket, he circled her left ankle, bending her knee. Then using just the tips of his fingers, he slowly followed the curve of her calf until his hand disappeared beneath her skirt. He didn't need to watch what he was doing; he needed to watch her face as he touched her.

Her teeth dug into her bottom lip when he paused to stroke the crease behind her knee. He felt her tremble as his fingers continued up her inner thigh until they reached the band of her stockings where the tiny straps connected to the garter belt.

He bided his time unhooking the stockings, enjoying every brush of his fingertips on her amazingly soft bare skin. Once the stocking was free, he dragged it back down her leg, letting her feel the difference between the softness of the silk on her skin and the roughness of his hands.

After he tucked the stocking in the toe of her shoe, he reached for her other leg. He remained in the same position, catching his balance. Any more pressure on his c.o.c.k and it was liable to turn blue and fall off.

Carolyn's gaze went a little unfocused when he traced the base of her toes and the top of her foot. Her chest rose and fell and her teeth were still digging in to her lower lip. She jumped when he drew circles around the inside of her anklebone.

"Easy."

"It's making me jittery."

"That's not a bad thing. Means you like what I'm doin'."

She nodded.

"Just imagine what it'll feel like when I do this with my mouth."

Her squirminess became a whole lot worse at that point.

Carson's fingers swept higher, caressing the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Close enough he felt the heat drifting from her p.u.s.s.y.

Although he'd promised to take it slow, he had the overwhelming need to push her skirt up to her hips and fasten his mouth on that sweet, untouched flesh between her thighs.

"Carson," she said a little breathlessly.

"What, sugar?"

"You made that scary noise again."

His gaze snagged hers, then he grinned unrepentantly. "Better get used to it." Removing her stocking, he shoved it in the other shoe. "Now we're ready to roll around on the blanket and make out."

Her cheeks flushed that sweet shade of pink.

He rolled to his back and brought her body on top of his, swallowing her gasp as he kissed her.

Carolyn might be a virgin, but she didn't kiss like one. That seductively stroking tongue of hers could bring a man to his knees.

The pa.s.sion between them knocked him for a loop. Being with her-fully clothed-was more intimate than being naked with other women. His hands were roaming down her back, cupping her a.s.s, sliding around to grip her hips. When he couldn't run his fingers through her soft blonde locks, he broke the kiss, letting his lips skim her jawline to her ear. "Take it down."

She froze. "What?"

"Your hair. Take it down for me."

"Oh. Okay." She struggled to get upright, so Carson sat up and braced her b.u.t.t against his legs as her knees straddled his waist.

She brought both arms up and started removing pins from her hair. Once the sections were all down, she combed through it with her fingers.

"Beautiful," he murmured and curled his hands around her face, sliding his fingers into her hair and taking her mouth in a deep kiss.

Carolyn pushed on his shoulders and he rolled back down without breaking their lip lock. The intensity of the kiss robbed him of air and he forced himself to ease off. Gliding his lips over hers, gifting her with soft smooches, nibbles and teasing licks.

"Carson," she said softly against his mouth.

"Mmm?"

"I want to touch you."

"You are touchin' me."

"Not your bare skin."

He pulled back and looked into her eyes-her eyes heated with desire. "Where do you want to touch me, sugar?"

"Your chest."

His c.o.c.k twitched against his zipper in protest of not being her first choice.

Carson placed his hands behind his head and said, "Go ahead."

She tipped her face down, letting her hair cover her face. Starting at the top, she gently pulled the pearl b.u.t.ton until it unsnapped.

Pop.

Pop.

Pop.

Pop.

When her fingers connected with his skin, his nipples hardened. She had to scoot back to reach the snap above his belt. Once she'd unsnapped it, she tugged the s.h.i.+rt from his jeans and pulled the edges apart, baring his upper body completely.

He didn't have anything close to a Mr. Universe physique, and he felt oddly exposed.

Carolyn spread her hands open on his lower abdomen and followed his torso up the center, her thumbs pa.s.sing over his belly b.u.t.ton, and then smoothing over the section between his navel and his sternum. Her finger span didn't come close to reaching the edge of his ribcage. She slowed her explorations when her palms reached his pectorals. Her thumbs traced the cut of muscle while her fingers sifted through the hair covering his upper chest.

Her thoroughness and fascination kept him from moving. The tips of her fingers traced his collarbones, then the hollow of his throat.

Finally she looked at him. No, the little innocent tease actually smirked at him. "I could get used to seeing your bare chest. It's so...strong. And hard. You've got so many muscles. I just want to..."

He propped himself up on an elbow and curled his fingers around her jaw, lifting her face. "You just want to what?"

She shook her head.

He held firm. "If you can't tell me, why don't you show me."

Immediately she lowered her face to the center of his chest, where his hair grew thickest, wrapping her hands around his shoulders for balance. She buried her mouth and nose in that spot, turning her head so his chest hair brushed her cheek. "You smell so good." Her tongue darted out and she licked his pectoral. "You taste good too."

f.u.c.k. He'd never survive this. Never. Her soft hands. Her curious mouth. Her hot breath. The gentle swish of her hair across his skin.

When her wandering fingers started to track the thin line of dark hair that ended at his waistband, he s.n.a.t.c.hed her hand. "Stop."

Carolyn's head snapped up. "Did I do something wrong?"

"No. But with the way you're touchin' me...I've only got so much willpower."

She scrambled off of him. Her focus zoomed to his crotch, where it was pretty f.u.c.king obvious how she affected him. "Carson. I'm so sor-"

He had her flipped on her back and his body on top of hers before she finished. "Don't ever apologize for makin' my d.i.c.k hard."

She just blinked those baby blues at him.

"I wanna know what you're thinkin'."

"Next time I'm gonna ask to touch you there."

He rested his forehead to hers and groaned.

She twined her arms around his neck. "I like how it feels when you're on top of me."

"Seriously killin' me here, Caro."

"But I don't know what I'm doing."

Carson had no response for that so he snared her mouth and kissed her.

Her body started to move beneath his. Her hips arching, her thighs squeezing around his. She had one hand in his hair and the other snaked down to clamp onto his b.u.t.t cheek.

Don't know what she's doin', my a.s.s. The woman was turning him inside out.

Carolyn tore her mouth free and whispered, "Is this what it's like?"

"No, sugar, it's much better."

The crunch of tires drifted to them from up the road. Seemed their alone time was over. He quickly pushed up and straightened his clothes. He glanced down at her. Her clothing was still in place, but her hair... Anyone who saw her hair would know exactly what they'd been up to.

"What's that sneaky smile for, cowboy?"

"I realized I really liked havin' a picnic with you."

She attempted to straighten her hair. "This isn't a picnic. There's no food."

Carson bent forward and stole a kiss. "Then I guess next time I'll just have to make a feast of you."

Her cheeks flushed.

They spent the next two hours tooling around the back roads. Listening to the radio. Laughing and talking. He kept the vehicle moving because he knew if they stopped, and she got close to him again, he couldn't keep his hands to himself.

"Before we get back to your car, I want to know when I can see you again."

"This date isn't over and you already want another one?"

"Of course. What're you doin' tomorrow night?"

"I don't have any plans. Why?"

"You do now. Can you meet me at the rest area outside of Moorcroft at seven?"

"Sure. What are we gonna do?"

Carson kissed her nose. "It's a surprise."

Chapter Five.

Carolyn

The day had been a scorcher.

By the time she'd hung all the clothes on the line, the first ones were already dry.