The Sometime Bride

Eyes that seemed to be looking down and into her. Steadying, reassuring that nothing—and no one—else on this earth mattered.
    “Carrie,” Mike said, bringing his lips to her cleavage, just above her bra, his hands cupping both breasts. “You’re beautiful.”
    Carrie sighed, leaning back against the mattress, sure she must be dreaming. Savoring the sensation of his touch as she reached out and explored the leanness of his hips, the tautness of his derriere.
    Carrie felt for his belt buckle and unhitched his pants as he kissed her with the desperation of a dry man in the desert seeking water.
    “Carrie,” he said, cradling her head in the muted light of the room. “I’ve waited a lifetime for you.”
    Though all reason argued against it, her heart dared to believe as she reached for his shorts and slid them down toward his knees.
    Mike briefly righted himself and did away with his clothing. All of it.
    Carrie marveled at his size, at his rigidity, longing to make him all hers.
    “Here,” she said, pushing down her panties and urging him to help her.
    He stripped away those and the last barrier of her bra with skilled ease.
    “Mike, don’t you think—”
    But he was already miles ahead of her and unrolling a condom onto his ready form.
    And Carrie was ready too. Oh so ready, like she’d never been in her lifetime.
    Mike reached up and gently gripped her breasts in his hands, then rocked slowly onto her, carefully aligning their bodies until their lips and every other inch of them met exactly where they were meant to.
    “Ready?” he asked, sliding his hands up her rib cage, alongside her shoulders, up her neckline and into her hair.
    “As ready as I’ll ever be.”
    “Then I,” Mike assured her, filling her slowly, single-mindedly, with his manly need. “Am going to show you just what loving is…”
    He gave her a tender smile. “Until you cry uncle,” he said, bringing the furnace of his mouth down on her own.

    “Uncle!” Carrie cried, several hours later.
    Mike raised a moist chin from between her legs.
    “Uncle, uncle, uncle!” she yelped, slapping him on the shoulder. “My God, are you trying to kill me?”
    Mike grinned and fell down on the mattress beside her. “Just trying to take you to heaven, angel.”
    “Been there and back. There and back. And then some,” she assured him breathlessly, tugging at his arms.
    “Good, then that means you liked it?” Mike asked, sweetly stroking her knees. The sensation of his touch—lingering, strong, tender—sent shivers racing to her core.
    “Liked it?” Carrie exclaimed, raising herself up on her elbows. “Gracious. Now that I’ve, uh, tasted it, I fear I’ll never be able to live without it!”
    Mike fell down on the mattress beside her and pulled her tightly into his arms. “Precisely what I wanted to hear.”

    “I’ve really got to go,” Carrie said, trying halfheartedly to escape once again.
    Mike linked his arms around her naked torso and nibbled the small of her back. “Uh-huh.”
    “Don’t you have a job?” Carrie asked in exhaustion. Already it was Tuesday. Heaven only knew where the past eighteen hours had gone.
    All Carrie knew was that she was hungry—and late for work.
    “Probably not anymore,” Mike answered. “But real estate was never really my calling anyhow.”
    “No,” Carrie said, turning on the bed and kissing the man behind her fully on the lips. “Your talents run much deeper than that.”
    Mike hooted and sprang from the bed. “I’ve got it! How about we go to breakfast!”
    “Breakfast?” Carrie asked, sitting up and clutching the comforter to her chest. “But I have to get to work! I never even reported in yesterday.”
    “Great,” Mike said, coming around the bed and kissing her on the top of her head. “Then you’ve set a precedent.”
    Carrie’s eyes traveled the nude expanse of his body, thinking over all the precedents the two of them had set within the last several hours. There was no denying it. Mike Davis had positively swept her away. “Well, I suppose I could phone my secretary…”
    Mike shot her a triumphant grin. “Get showered,” he said, striding to the bathroom and returning with a towel, which he lobbed in her direction. “I’ll make the coffee.”
    “Like that?” Carrie asked, observing his stunning form.
    “What’s a matter?” he teased, “too sexy for you?”
    “Goodness, no,” she answered. “Just sexy enough. Just don’t count on getting to