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She nibbled on her bottom lip and his cock
swelled to the point of pain. He flicked open the button of his
jeans and carefully lowered the zipper to give himself some relief.
He had no intention of making love to Lily tonight. It was far too
soon. She was nowhere near ready to take that final step.

Tonight was all about Lily’s pleasure. He
planned to entice and arouse her, make her come, make her want
more. Carson wanted far more than one night with Lily.

With that goal in mind, he retrieved the rose
and feathered it between her breasts before dragging it downward.
She sucked in her stomach, her lips parting on a soft gasp. The
bikini underwear she wore matched her bra—both of them plain white
cotton. He ran the flower along the band of her panties, unable to
suppress a smile when her legs shifted and parted.

Letting the rose flow over her hipbone, he
teased the crease at the top of her thigh. She moaned and her legs
shifted farther apart. He’d taken a chance with the blindfold. He
hadn’t been sure that she would be ready for it yet, but his gamble
had paid off.

He’d taken an hour drive out of town and
purchased it at a large chain store. The last thing he’d wanted was
someone local asking him why he needed a silk sleep mask. He
grinned at the thought of Mrs. Collins, the pastor’s wife who
worked part-time at the Summersville pharmacy, checking it in for
him.

Personally, he didn’t care who knew about him
and Lily. But he knew she would be embarrassed. For that reason
alone, he’d taken the time to protect her privacy. Whatever went on
between them would stay that way unless Lily decided
differently.

She looked beautiful with her pale, slender
legs spread on top of the comforter, which was covered in yellow
and pink roses and greenery. It was as if she were lying in the
center of a rose garden. Damn, he had it bad. He almost sounded
poetic.

The bra and panties she wore were plain,
ordinary white, but there was nothing ordinary about the way he
felt seeing her in them. He was beginning to sweat, but he ignored
his own discomfort, focusing all his attention on Lily. He wanted
to know everything about her—what turned her on, what made her moan
and what made her scream with pleasure.

Leaning down, he nipped at her hipbones as he
let the rose slip between her legs to tickle the soft skin of her
inner thighs. Lily arched her back and sucked in a breath. He drew
the rose down the inside of her leg, letting the petals skim over
her. Her fingers dug into the mattress and clenched at the
comforter.

“Do you like this?” He reversed the direction
of the flower, pulling it up her leg.

“Yesss,” she moaned, drawing her knees
upward.

Carson lifted the rose away and brought it
back to the edge of her bra, letting it trail along the contours of
her breasts. “Do you want to feel it against you here?” He let the
bud touch one of her nipples.

She swallowed hard, her throat moving as he
watched. He could almost hear her thinking, trying to decide how
far she was willing to go.

“It’s not that hard a decision, Lily. Yes or
no, it’s up to you.” He was walking a fine line between nudging her
out of her comfort zone and pushing her too far.

“Yes.” He was surprised and pleased by the
conviction in her voice. There was no doubt that she wanted this
and was embracing the situation between them.

Carson dropped the rose onto the comforter
and covered her breasts with his hands. Even through the confines
of her bra, her nipples poked at his palms. Practically humming
with pleasure, he slid his hands down her sides and slipped them
under her back. He made quick work of the hooks and peeled the
straps down her arms, pulling the garment from her body.

He stilled as he stared down at her. Her
breasts weren’t large, but they were perfectly formed mounds. Her
nipples were puckered into tight, rosy buds. He had to taste
one.

Laying a hand on her belly, he lowered his
head and nuzzled between her breasts, breathing in the perfume of
her skin, a combination of fragrant rose and warm, feminine flesh.
His cock flexed, reminding him of its plight. The sac between his
thighs was heavy and tight. He ignored them both. He had Lily half
naked in front of him and he intended to savor every second of
it.

He cupped her breast with his hand. Her skin
was soft, while his hand was rough, reminding him of the very basic
differences between a man and a woman. Carson was a thoroughly
modern man, but there was something about Lily that made him feel
totally primitive. He wanted to mark her, claim her as his.

For now, he had to taste her. He skimmed his
tongue over her puckered nipple. Her hands groped wildly, clasping
his shoulders, fingers digging in. Murmuring with satisfaction at
her response, he closed his mouth over the tight bud and sucked.
Lily’s hands traveled over his neck to tunnel through his hair,
clutching him tight to her breast.

Pleasure swamped him, filling his body and
his soul. The heat and perfume of her arousal tickled his nose and
made his cock throb even harder.

While he suckled one breast, he teased the
other with his fingers, tugging gently on the distended tip. Lily’s
heart was racing, her breathing getting quicker and harsher and her
legs pumping restlessly against the mattress.

It took an amazing amount of willpower, but
Carson forced himself to move away from her. His lungs were working
hard at sucking in much-needed air. Lily’s fingers were still
tangled in his hair, so he didn’t get far. Resting his head against
her belly, he struggled for control.

“Carson?”

“Everything is okay, Lily.” He wasn’t sure if
he was telling her the truth or lying to both of them. He was close
to losing it. Having her nearly naked and so trusting was making it
difficult for him to hang on.

“Are you sure?” There was a note of
nervousness in her voice. Carson sensed she was becoming more
self-conscious by the second. That was the last thing he wanted. He
struggled to pull himself together before the evening ended way too
soon.

“I’m sure.” He ignored the throbbing in his
balls and dick and straightened, reveling in the slide of her
fingers against his scalp as she released him. His hands went to
the waistband of her panties and paused. “Lily?”

It was her choice, but he was hoping with
everything in him that she said yes.

• • •

Lily’s body was a mass of rioting sensations.
With her vision obscured, her other senses were incredibly
heightened. She could smell the lush perfume of the rose, the
heated musk of Carson’s body mixed with his spicy soap, as well as
the unique scent of arousal that she knew was coming mostly from
her. She inhaled deeply, drawing all of them into her lungs.

Her hearing was more acute. She could hear
Carson’s deep breathing and the rustle of the bedclothes as he
shifted on the bed. Even her own breathing sounded different. She
could hear the anticipation in it, the slight hitch just before his
fingers moved over her skin.

But it was her sense of touch that was most
affected.

Touching Carson was a lesson in sensual
delight. His skin was warm and heated beneath her hands. His
muscles were hard, yet supple as she stroked him. The glide of his
hair through her fingers made her core spasm with delight. She
wanted to touch all of him.

Every hard, hot inch.

The glide of the rose over her skin was a
sensual delight. The light, barely-there strokes made her skin
tingle, made it even more sensitive. Not being able to see him,
she’d been unable to anticipate where he might caress her next.
When he’d finally touched her, she thought she might explode. The
rough rasp of his tongue over her distended nipple and the warm
clasp of his mouth around it had almost made her come. She was wet
between her thighs, her body more than ready to accept his.

She’d never been so primed for sex in her
entire life.

Now his fingers were tucked just inside the
elastic band of her panties. Waiting. For Lily there was no
decision to make. She’d come too far to turn back without knowing
his most intimate touch.

“Yes.” She raised her hips from the bed,
leaving him no doubt of what she wanted him to do.

The tug of material against her skin as he
pulled it over her hips and down her legs sent goose bumps racing
across her thighs. She knew she was totally exposed to Carson now.
She wanted to see him, but she didn’t want to leave the cocoon of
sensation that wrapped around her.

Having the mask on somehow made her braver.
It should have been the exact opposite. If anyone had asked her
before this evening, she would have said wearing a mask would have
made her more nervous. But Lily knew she wouldn’t have been able to
allow Carson to touch her in such intimate ways if she could see
him. Not being able to see his reactions made her not as
anxious.

She was floating in a bubble of pleasure and
arousal, and enjoying every second of it.

Lily jolted when she felt the soft brush of
rose petals against her most sensitive flesh. “Carson,” she
groaned, not quite knowing what she wanted. This was exquisite
torment. He dragged the flower over the tight bud of nerves at the
apex of her thighs and she gasped. Cream flowed from her core. Her
thighs quivered with anticipation.

“Do you like that?” His breath was hot and
moist against her core.

“God, yes.” Reaching out blindly, she found
him. She sighed with relief as her fingers sank into his hair.
There was no way she wanted him to leave her.

Carson laughed as he shifted closer. Lily’s
entire body tightened in anticipation. She lay there suspended.
Waiting. Wanting.

She cried out when his tongue traced the
slick folds of her sex. Up one side and then down the other. He
purposely avoided her swollen clitoris, and that only heightened
the sensations coursing through her body. She felt totally alive
and on fire with need.

“More,” she demanded, and he gave it.

His clever tongue traced the edges of her
opening and then she felt the press of something against her. She
gasped when he slowly inserted one long, thick finger inside her.
Her inner muscles sucked at it greedily, pulling it deeper.

“No,” she cried when he dragged his finger
back to the edge of her opening. He couldn’t leave her like this.
She was so close. She arched her hips upward, blindly searching for
his touch. Her heart pounded in her ears. Her entire being focused
on one thing now—orgasm.

Carson thrust deep into her slick channel,
this time with two fingers, stretching her sensitive flesh. Her
inner muscles rippled as she accommodated him eagerly, easily.

“I’m going to fuck you with my fingers until
you come.” Carson’s voice was rough with desire.

“Yes,” she moaned. That’s what she wanted.
“Fuck me.” She’d never said those two words aloud in her entire
life, but somehow here with Carson, locked in her dark prison of
passion, it was easy.

He was looking at her, watching her react to
his every touch. She was naked and spread before him, yet she was
the one in charge of their encounter. It was exciting and arousing
and the most erotic experience of her entire life.

He pulled his fingers out until only the tips
were inside, then he thrust them deep. She felt his breath and then
his mouth was on her, his tongue lapping at her clitoris. The heavy
glide of his fingers and the touch of his mouth was all it
took.

Lily’s world splintered.

Her body shook. A low, keening sound broke
from her lips. Spasms rocked her as her entire body convulsed. She
felt Carson’s fingers deep within her body and his tongue on her
clit, driving her higher and harder than she’d ever gone
before.

It was frightening. It was exhilarating. It
was impossible to stop.

Lily rode out the orgasm, soaking in every
sound, every sensation until she could bear no more. Groaning, she
closed her thighs around Carson’s head. It was only then that she
realized she was still tugging on his hair. Carefully, she unwound
her fingers and let her hands fall onto the bed. She couldn’t stop
the moan breaking from her lips when he sat up and slid his fingers
free.

The bed shifted and then she was being
lifted, but she was too exhausted to care. She trusted Carson to
keep her safe. She heard the rustle of covers being pulled back and
felt the press of cool, crisp sheets against her back and the
warmth of her comforter being drawn over her. Her ears caught a
groan, a smothered curse and the sound of a zipper being
closed.

Then two strong hands cupped her head and
Carson’s mouth was warm and firm against hers. She murmured her
thanks as she parted her lips. His tongue dipped inside for a brief
second and then it was gone. Strong fingers removed the mask and
Lily had to blink against the brightness even though the room was
lit only by candlelight.

He sat beside her, his face solemn, his eyes
unreadable in the dim light. Reaching out, she placed her hand
against his jaw. He turned his face inward, placing a kiss in the
center of her palm. “Thank you.” The words were totally inadequate
considering the pleasure he’d just given her, but she didn’t know
what else to say.

“My pleasure, sweetheart.” He placed his hand
over hers and glanced toward the window. “I’ve got to go or your
neighbors are going to start to wonder about me being here so long.
My truck’s been parked in your driveway for a couple of hours
now.”

Lily bit her bottom lip. She wanted Carson to
stay, but she didn’t want anyone gossiping about her. She glanced
over at the huge bulge in the front of his jeans. That couldn’t be
comfortable at all. She was being totally self-centered, doing all
the taking and none of the giving. She started to reach for
him.