Carrie's Answer by Sierra, VJ Summers Page B

with a smile; she rocked back a little on her feet. He was gorgeous, dressed casually in a pair of faded denim jeans that molded his thighs to perfection. The sleeves of his white button-down shirt were rolled up to his elbows, revealing finely honed arms. The top three buttons were open, showing a light dusting of back hair she knew would trail down his belly and into those jeans.
    She flushed as her lower body moistened. The butterflies in her stomach turned into battering rams. The back of her neck heated up and her nipples tightened painfully as she gazed at his full mouth.
    Holding the door open, he reached out to take her hand, enfolding it in his larger one and squeezing ever so lightly. Carrie’s steps were unsure and stilted as she entered the marble-floored foyer.
    Seeming to sense her trepidation, Marcus turned to her. He shut the door with a thud and slowly backed her against it. He stroked across her jawline as he looked at her. His gray eyes took on a smoky quality. She wasn’t able to hold his penetrating gaze and flicked her eyes downward. She swallowed hard at the lump forming in her throat.
    “If you’re not sure about this, I’ll let you leave now with no hard feelings.” Concern etched the hard planes of his face. “I won’t hold you to our bargain.”
    He was giving her an out. Carrie’s heart squeezed. She wanted, more than anything, to believe that this meant he cared for her as more than an employee. As more than just a friend. In truth, she knew it just meant that he was a decent man. A cautious man who wouldn’t open himself up to possible accusations later. No, she wasn’t backing out of fulfilling her dream.
    She lowered her eyes and tried to toughen her heart. “No, I don’t want out of this.”
    He tipped her chin up with one finger, forcing her to meet his eyes.
    Trapped in their smoky depths, she decided to let her feelings show. “I’ve wanted to be with you this way for a long time now.”
    She heard a low sigh slide from him as his hand slid under her chin. Pressing his body flush with hers, he took her mouth. No soft beginning, this kiss was a full-on assault. He tasted like peppermint candy as he rubbed his tongue along her lips. Carrie grabbed the front of his shirt, bunching it in her fists.
    The door and his body were the only things holding her up. She was weakening from his kisses, swooning. She’d read about women swooning from passion and thought it a joke. How did a woman become so overwhelmed by a kiss? She understood now.
    Marcus’ mouth kept coming back for more, tasting, teasing, his tongue slipping in and out. She tried to pull him even closer but he broke their kiss.
    He slid his hands down each of her arms, grasping each wrist. Wrapping his hands around them firmly, he raised them above her head.
    “You’re not allowed to touch me until I tell you how and where.” He leaned in, biting the side of her jaw. “Do you understand me, Carrie?” His voice was filled with deep, dark promises.
    Carrie could only nod her assent. He slanted his head slightly. Putting both of her wrists in one of his hands, he touched her cheek, opening her mouth wider. When she was positioned to his liking, he took her again, devouring her. He forcefully pushed her knees apart. The loose, thin material of her skirt rose. Marcus ground his knee against the apex of her thighs, startling a breathy cry from her.
    His mouth left hers, traveling down her cheek, licking the sensitive skin behind her ear. She turned her head to give him better access and he groaned his appreciation. He coaxed her tongue into his mouth. When she complied, he ground his knee a little harder, hitting her clit. She moaned into his mouth and he sucked it into him. Bringing his hand up to her hair, he slid his fingers in, tightening his hold. He tilted her head to the left, his mouth biting a trail across the soft flesh at her neck. The nips and bites were eased by his tongue afterward. Her pussy was drenched