St Kilda Consulting 01 - Always Time to Die

so much I don’t know what to do first,” she admitted raggedly.
    His eyelids lowered in a sensual reflex that was as uncontrollable as the increased heart rate sending blood beating through his veins.
    “Come here,” he said, rolling over on his back, taking her with him. “This way I know I won’t rush you.”
    She gave a shaky laugh as she fought off bedding to straddle him. “You aren’t rushing me, you’re driving me crazy.”
    He groaned at the sleek feel of her sliding over him. “You’re making it hard for me to slow down.”
    “Did I ask you to?”
    “I want it to be good for you.” His hands cupped her breasts and his thumbs rubbed over the tips. “I want it to be the best you ever had.”
    He caught her hard nipples in his fingers and squeezed with sensual precision.
    Twin spears of pleasure shot through her, going from her breasts to her thighs, making her breath and her body come apart. She felt liquid heat bathing her, spilling over to him. Suddenly his fingers were opening her, tracing over her hot folds, moving inside her, sending pleasure spiraling until she couldn’t think, couldn’t see, couldn’t breathe, could only need and need and need.
    And then it stopped.
    “No!” she said.
    “Easy, darling, let me get this damn thing on.”
    Her eyes opened, dazed and hungry. She saw him toss away a foil wrapper and sheathe himself with an impatient motion of his hand. Her breath filled her throat. She’d forgotten what a big man he was.
    Way too big.
    “Too late to be scared now,” he said, teasing her with his fingers, positioning himself at her entrance. “You’re wet enough to take me. Slide down, Carolina May. Trust your body. Trust us.”
    It was impossible not to, for her body was once again on fire, rings of pleasure radiating up, shaking her. He felt the lush heat of her response, felt her widen her thighs to take him, felt the hot satin inside her pressing around him, and gritted his teeth against coming right there. He wanted to be all the way in before he came, as deep as possible. He wanted to feel her orgasm squeeze him from tip to base. He wanted it all with her, everything he’d ever imagined, every way, every—
    The wild shuddering of her release tore away his breath and his control. He held her deep and hard, pumping into her until there was nothing left but a kind of dazed satisfaction that turned his body to sand. The way she lay slumped against him told him that she felt the same way.
    “Carly?”
    “Wow.”
    “Whew,” he said, smiling.
    “No, wow.”
    “You’re wowing. I’m whewing with relief.”
    Her laughter was a ripple of her body around his. She lifted her head, swiped hair out of her eyes, and kissed him almost shyly. Red stained her cheeks.
    “What?” he asked, touching her face.
    “ Cosmo articles don’t cover this moment.”
    Dark eyebrows rose. “Really? There’s something about sex that hasn’t been headlined in a woman’s magazine?”
    “Yeah.”
    “What?”
    She shook her head and glanced down, sending her hair flying again.
    “C’mon.” He lifted her chin gently. “I’m dying here.”
    “How do you say thanks for the best sex of your life?” she mumbled, looking at his mouth rather than his eyes.
    His smile made her warm all over again.
    “That’s easy,” he said against her lips. “Thanks for the best sex of my life.”
    “Not you, me.”
    “Both of us.”
    She banged her forehead lightly against his chest. “One of us isn’t making sense.”
    “Do that some more, honey. I like the way it feels.”
    “I could tell. Do you have another condom or is it time to be creative?”
    “Hell of an idea,” he said, pulling her mouth down to his.
    The phone rang.
    He ignored it.
    It kept ringing.
    Blindly he felt at the bedside for the receiver, picked it up. “What,” he snarled.
    “Just wanted to make sure you got home okay,” Gus said. “Two of the guests at the memorial service ended up in Urgent Care. Something in the food apparently. It was touch-and-go for Winifred just because she was already weak, but she’s stable now. The governor was dog sick, but he recovered and is on his way back to the campaign trail.”
    Carly could hear Gus’s voice. She separated from Dan and lay along his side. He tilted the phone so she could hear both ends of the conversation.
    “Anyone else?” Dan asked.
    “Alma and Melissa both were sick. Alma was the worst, really woozy, but Winifred gave her something before she