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charge,” she pouted in a throaty purr.
    “Then tell me what you want me to do.” He punctuated his words with a gentle squeeze. “Tell me how to please you. Because Carrie, all I can think about right now is tasting you.”
    Another shiver told him exactly how his words had affected her. Carrie was a deeply sensual woman who’d been hiding behind fear and bitterness for far too long. As if reading his mind, she smiled her consent and grasped his hands. Matt held her heavy-lidded gaze as she guided him to her core.
    And Matt didn’t waste a second. He brushed his fingers through her tights curls, watching as she tugged that luscious bottom lip between her teeth—a gesture he found incredibly sexy. She clutched the sofa cushion with both hands and trembled as he slid one finger between her wet folds.
    Her head fell back again as he opened her, and a small cry escaped her when he circled her swollen bead. Her arousal was a beautiful thing to watch, her scent so seductive. Matt clenched his teeth, afraid he’d embarrass himself before he’d even had her on his tongue. He slid his other hand beneath her butt and squeezed, drawing another moan from her. She released the cushion and cupped her breasts, kneading them as she continued to hold his gaze.
    Damn, she was magnificent. He slid one finger into her tight channel and leaned in to lap at her tight bud. She arched into him with another soft purr. Sliding his other hand beneath her bottom, he lifted her off the sofa, powerless to hold back, pleasuring her with his tongue before covering her with his mouth and sucking hard.
    She cried out, her hips arching as she came, her fingers tunneling through his hair and gripping so hard it’d be a miracle if she didn’t yank a clump out. Matt didn’t care or ease up, his lips and tongue working to wring every last groan from her until she went limp with a lusty sigh of contentment. Matt smiled with satisfaction as he rose up to face her.
    “Pretty damn pleased with yourself, aren’t you?” she said, her contented smile in direct contrast with her teasing demand.
    “Yep.”
    She giggled as he stood up and unbuttoned his jeans, making quick work of stripping them off, along with his boxer briefs and socks. Carrie surprised him by grabbing his hand and pulling him down beside her on the sofa. She straddled his lap and pinned his shoulders to the sofa, making it quite clear she was taking over. Matt smiled with anticipation.
     
    Carrie held his gaze with more confidence than she felt. Though she’d never been shy, she was certainly no sex kitten either. But she wanted this man more than she wanted air; just the thought of him buried deep inside her was more stimulating than anything she’d ever experienced.
    She leaned in and kissed him on the mouth, teasing him with the tip of her tongue as she wrapped her fingers around his hard length. She gave a gentle squeeze, amazed by the contrast of silky smooth over solid steel. He groaned, a drawn out, sexy male rumbling that heightened her excitement. She moved up and down his erection with sure strokes, eager to please him, eager to make him come apart as thoroughly as he had her.
    “Do you have protection?” she asked. “I do, but it’s upstairs.”
    He stopped her hand with a pained chuckle. “Another few seconds of that and we won’t even need any.” He leaned over and rustled around in his jeans pocket before pulling out his wallet. Extracting two condoms he admitted, “I picked these up in Green Bay.”
    “Feeling confident, were you?”
    “Hopeful,” he corrected, handing her the condoms. “With a little wishful thinking thrown in.”
    With a coquettish smile, Carrie accepted the condoms and set one on the end table. She slid off the sofa and crouched before him. He spread his thighs a bit as if in anticipation. Carrie grasped his stiff sex and leaned in to tease the head with the tip of her tongue. Matt watched her through half-mast eyes, a slow smile curving