Page 86 of Finding Carly
But the second the dishes were put away, Jag backed Carly against the kitchen counter. He took her face in his hands and stared at her.
Carly grabbed hold of his wrists and held on as she met his gaze.
“You ready for this?”
“Yes.” There was absolutely no hesitation in her voice.
“Me too,” Jag said with a small smile.
Carly returned his grin. He’d showered when he’d gotten home and changed into the cotton pants he usually slept in. He wore one of his Navy T-shirts, and her fingers itched to slide under the hem and touch him skin-on-skin. But she kept her hands where they were. Jag needed to be in control tonight.
Without another word, he leaned down, kissed her hard and fast, then took her hand in his and headed out of the kitchen.
Knowing she had a goofy smile on her face, Carly followed eagerly. He led them into the master bedroom and didn’t stop until they were standing next to the bed.
“I’ve got condoms,” he blurted. It was almost cute how nervous he looked.
“I’m on the pill,” she informed him.
“Yeah, I know. I’ve seen them in the bathroom.”
When he didn’t say anything else, Carly said hesitantly, “We don’t have to use condoms if you don’t want to. I’m clean, haven’t been with anyone since Shawn, and you better believe I got myself tested when I broke up with him, just to be sure.” She knew she was babbling but couldn’t make herself stop. “So, I can’t get pregnant. Well, I mean, there’s always a chance, the pill isn’t one hundred percent effective, but it’s also not the right time of the month for me anyway. If you’re not comfortable with that, we can use a condom.” She forced herself to shut up.
Jag took a deep breath. His pupils were dilated and he looked as if he was one second away from throwing her on the bed and having his way with her…which Carly was more than all right with. “I’ve never… She always put a condom on me before…you know.”
Carly nodded and smoothed her hands over his chest.
“It always felt as if she thought I was dirty,” he admitted.
“You aren’t,” Carly reassured him gently. “And for the record, I’ve never made love to a man without a condom. It would be a first for us both.”
At that, Jag relaxed a fraction. “Sex without protection can be messy for a woman,” he said quietly.
Carly figured he’d learned that from the porn movies the bitch had forced him to watch. She pushed down her anger at the thought. This wasn’t the time for that. She smiled at Jag. “I’m not worried.”
In response, Jag’s hands went to the hem of the blouse she’d put on after showering. It was pale green and had a deep V-neck. It showed off her cleavage and made Carly feel sexy. Slowly, she raised her arms over her head, making it easier for him to remove the garment.
She arched her back a bit as she stood in front of him—and loved the look of lust that flickered over his face as he drank her in. Carly was on the shorter side, but she’d always had curves. She’d filled out even more after moving in with Jag and starting to eat well again. Her boobs were more than a handful…and she couldn’t wait for Jag to touch her.
“Can I take off my bra?” she asked, not wanting to do anything that might make him think abouther.
Jag licked his lips and nodded. He hadn’t taken his eyes off her chest. Reaching behind her, Carly undid the clasp and let her bra fall to the floor. It felt naughty to be half-naked in front of him when he was still fully dressed, but it also felt right.
His hands rose and slowly covered her breasts, squeezing slightly. Carly sighed and arched her back even more, pressing herself into him.
“Fuck,” Jag whispered, closing his eyes briefly. “You feel amazing.”
He smoothed his hands down her body, fingers slipping under the leggings she’d chosen because they were easy to remove. He met her eyes then, and what Carly saw made her squirm. She could barely see the brown she’d grown to love because of his dilated pupils. He was breathing hard through his nose and the calluses on his hands felt deliciously rough against the skin at her hips.
He ever so slowly pushed her leggings and underwear down her legs. She kicked them both off when they fell to her ankles. She was now completely naked in front of him…and it felt so erotic. A little scary too, but in a good way.
“You’re so beautiful,” Jag said reverently as he fell to his knees in front of her. “Spread your legs, Carly.”
She did as he ordered without hesitation. This somewhat bossy lover was very different from the almost broken man she’d seen the other night. She much preferred Jag this way.
His palms massaged up and down her thighs, his gaze locked on her pussy. Carly didn’t know what to do with her hands, afraid to trigger him, so she kept them at her sides. Jag’s fingers moved higher and higher with each pass, and she held her breath, praying he’d touch her.
“You’re wet,” he said softly as he continued to simply stare.
