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Her mouth was dry and she was hot, and it wasn’t the humidity making her that way either. Her guard was down and she knew it, too. She knew it was probably safer to go home, but she heard herself say, “Okay.” She took few steps past him into the house and went into the kitchen, Brad following behind her.
Brad filled a highball glass from the cabinet with purified water. When he held the glass out to her, their hands touched.
Quickly, she downed the water, but it wasn’t water she was thirsty for, and she didn’t know how much longer she could hold out. Electricity surged throughout her body and his touch made her come alive. Carrie wanted Brad Larson like she wanted air in her lungs. “I have to go,” she said, placing the glass down on the counter. She walked toward safety and freedom, but when she heard Brad’s footsteps quicken behind her, she knew she was still on dangerous ground. She was three steps away from the door, but something made her pause and turn around. When she did, Brad stood only a few inches away from her. “Brad…” She searched for the words, but nothing came to her.
Before Carrie knew what was happening, Brad’s lips were on hers, catching her off-guard once again, with his arms wrapped around her waist. Carrie placed her hands on his chest, trying to deny his kiss and push him away, but to no avail. Finally, Carrie succumbed to her desires and wrapped her arms around his neck, falling into him. As their tongues combined, she tasted red wine on his lips, and the woodsy scent of his cologne made her head spin. Breathless, Brad pulled away and stared down at her.
Carrie looked up at him, herself also out of breath. A whirlwind of emotions ran through her, ranging from being tempted by desire and disapproval of her actions. “Brad…” she began, breaking the silence, but nothing else came to her.
“Do you want to go upstairs?” he whispered, before kissing her again.
She put aside her moral code and went with what she felt in her heart. She slowly nodded. “Yes.”
He looked at her with hesitation. “Are you sure?” he asked, giving her one last chance to stand her ground.
“I’ve never been more sure about anything in my life,” she said, and let Brad take her hand and lead them to his bedroom.
Reaching the entryway to his bedroom, Carrie’s desire for him grew, and she took control. She guided them toward the bed, her lips never leaving his, and gently pushed him down. Standing in front of him, with his legs on each side of her, she held his handsome face between her hands and felt his hardness press into her stomach. As they stared at one another, she unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it on the floor. She held him close and hungrily kissed his neck, leaving a trail to his shoulders.
When his hands started to trace the sensitive flesh on her arms, chills soared throughout her body. She yearned to have him. His gentle hands rested on her shoulders, giving them a soft and slow caress.
He stood up and pushed her onto the bed. Brad reached around her and unzipped the back of her dress, letting it fall to her waist, and sat down beside her. He reached for her, and together, they lay side by side, as he held her in a close embrace.