Then, as naked as she was, he pounced on her.

She curled around him like a vine. Her mouth avid on his. One hand gripping his hair, the other hand scratching down his back to cup his ass. Her pelvis rocking. Her back arching, forcing more skin on skin contact.

He fought a grin. From chaste and curious to a hellcat between the sheets. Yeah, this woman was f**king perfect.

Slipping a hand between them, he touched her soft curls and wet center. He stroked that pretty pu**y, circling her clit, then following her slit down to the tight entrance to her body. He pushed a finger into her, swallowing her moan. When she whispered, “Yes, please, more,” against his lips, he added another finger, loving how ready her body was for his possession.

This time there’d be no foreplay.

But this time, he’d give her the reins.

Carson rolled, landing on his back with Carolyn astride him.

She broke the kiss on a gasp and pushed up. “What…? Why did you do that?”

“Because I want you to ride me.” He cupped those perfect, perky tits, rubbing his thumbs over the pale peach tips. “You can go as fast or as slow as you want. And while you’re doin’ that, I’m gonna suck on you, and rub on you and enjoy the hell out of myself.”

“But I don’t know how to do this.”

“You’ll figure it out.” He moved his hands up to palm her shoulders, urging her forward to kiss him.

Then as the kiss grew more heated, and his c**k was weeping with want, he reached between them and poised the head at her opening. “Lower onto me when you’re ready.”

Carolyn immediately sank down to the root. She trailed her lips to the underside of his jaw. “I love how it feels when you’re inside me.”

“That feelin’ is yours whenever you want it.”

She remained like that, not moving, kissing his throat and nuzzling his ear.

He palmed her ass, squeezing the soft flesh. “Move on me. There’s no wrong way. It’ll all feel good.”

“Help me.”

Carson nudged her cheek so he could get at her mouth and kissed her with sweet heat.

She was tentative at first, but once she found a rhythm, she used her body like a weapon. Arching and rubbing her ni**les on every upward glide, grinding her pubic bone against him on every backward push. All the while kissing him, only stopping to look into his eyes, their lips only a breath apart.

She owned him, this woman who gave him her all without question. The irony of a virgin teaching him what it really meant to make love wasn’t lost on him.

“Carson,” she whispered. “I need…”

“What? Sugar, just ask me.”

“I need it harder. Faster.”

He sat up so they were both upright. Keeping hold of her hips, he thrust up into her hard and deep.

“Oh. Yes. Just like that.” Her head fell back.

Carson slid the elastic from her hair, shaking the strands loose so he could feel that blonde silk teasing his thighs as she rode him. “Rise up on your knees and then drop back down.”

When she lowered down he powered up into her. The rhythm became frantic. He buried his face in her br**sts, kissing the soft swells, bringing her ni**les into his mouth and sucking hard.

She dug her nails into the back of his neck with enough force it stung.

He loved every f**king second of it.

Knowing he couldn’t hold off much longer, he snaked his hand down her belly, finding her clit and stroking side to side until he felt her body tightening around him.

She cried out when the orgasm overtook her. Her lush body shaking as he rammed into her harder, his mouth at her throat, her clit throbbing beneath his thumb.

When the last spasm pulled at his cock, he slammed deep and stayed deep in those clenching pu**y walls, each hot pulse sending an electric charge up his spine. Blood rushing in his head, racing through his veins, pounding in his balls.

Soft hands petting his hair roused him. He glanced down and saw he’d left a hickey on her breast. Shit. Were those…teeth marks?

Obviously he’d been lost in a fog. He opened his mouth to apologize, and Carolyn pressed her lips to his, the kiss intimate and powerful.

She rested her forehead to his after that soul-marking kiss. “I never knew it could be like this.”

“I didn’t either.”

Those pleasure-hazed blue eyes bored into his. “Really?”

“Not a line, sugar. It’s never been like this for me before.”

Her entire face lit up. “Good.”

“Cocky is a good look on you.” He lightly slapped her ass. “Move off me slowly because we went at it pretty hard and you might be a little sore.”

“It was worth it.” Carolyn lifted up, only wincing slightly. But he realized it wasn’t pain that caused her reaction but the long line of seed running down the inside of her thigh.

“Sex can get a little messy.”

“Sex can get me more than a little pregnant too.”

Carson froze. He’d forgotten to use a goddamned rubber. All three times. Unlike most guys, he almost always used one—he didn’t want to knock up someone he had no intention of marrying.

But this was different. If he’d planted his seed in Carolyn, he’d happily marry her.

“We can use something, right? That’ll keep me from getting pregnant?”

His eyes narrowed. “Thought Catholics were opposed to that.”

“Catholics are also opposed to premarital sex, but that didn’t seem to stop us. So as long as we’re already sinning, let’s just add another thing when I go to confession, okay?”