that grew up the side of the arched trellis.
“I love it back here. I’ll grab a book and lay in the hammock for an hour or so almost every night.”
“Sounds like heaven.”
Carrie grinned over his choice of words. “That it is. Go ahead, try it.”
He looked at her as if she’d just told him to jump into a pit of snakes. “I don’t know how.”
“Sorry, forgot. It’s pretty easy, believe it or not.” Carrie positioned herself with her back to the hammock, grabbed it with both hands and sat down, then slowly lay back as she spread the delicate strings out with her hands. “Okay, get in next to me, but not too fast. These types are hard to flip, but you still have to get in it with care. And make sure there’s nothing sharp in your back pockets.”
“Don’t you need to turn? You know, so your head and feet are facing the trees?” He propped his hands on his hips and frowned, eyeing the hammock with hesitancy.
“No, that’s why Mayan hammocks are hard to flip.”
Matt stared at it for few seconds, shrugged, then turned and slowly lowered himself onto the hammock.
“See? Easy-peasy.”
“Are you kidding? You just jinxed me for sure,” he said with a laugh.
“Come on, lie back and relax. I’m telling you, once you’re sprawled out, you’ll never want to get off.”
“Okay,” he took a deep breath, as if he were about to dive off a cliff instead of simply lie back on a hammock. “Here goes nothing.” He slowly reclined back until he was lying right beside her, shoulder to shoulder, thigh to thigh.
Carrie closed her eyes for a moment as she savored the feel of his warm body pressed against hers. She hadn’t been this close to a man in years, close enough to smell his spicy aftershave, feel the hard contours of his muscled arm. God, how she wanted to turn her head and take a whiff of him. She bit back a smile over the absurdity of her thoughts.
“Mind if we get a little more comfy?”
Carrie’s pulse picked up speed as Matt carefully maneuvered one arm beneath her and curled her into his side, his hand stroking possessively up and down her side. Her breasts were crushed against his chest, and she wasn’t sure, but it felt like one was about to pop out.
“Better?” he asked, his breath warm against her scalp.
A shiver ran through her and her nipples hardened. Oh, God, oh, God, oh, God.
“Hey, you all right? I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. It’s just...I’ve been waiting all week for a chance to get my arms around you.”
She tried to lean back and gaze into his eyes, gauge the truth of his words, but it wasn’t easy in a hammock. “Really? I kinda thought...but then I wasn’t sure...” Great, she sounded like a complete and utter idiot.
He gave a soft chuckle and turned slightly toward her, his lips just inches from her own. The sun had finally disappeared into the western horizon, his handsome face now completely in shadow. “Funny, I’ve never been more sure of anything.” He dropped his voice down to a near whisper. “I’m crazy about you, Carrie. All I can think about right now is kissing you.”
“Then why are you still talking?” she whispered back, emboldened by his confession. She tilted her face up, making it clear that she wanted the kiss as much as he did.
Matt didn’t waste a second. He captured her mouth with a soft groan, moving gently at first, coaxing a response with his incredibly soft lips. When Carrie parted hers, he wasted no time in deepening the kiss, running his hot tongue along her bottom lip before slipping it past her teeth in search of her own. She met the stroke of his tongue with a sigh of relief. He tasted like pure heaven—chocolate and wine.
Overwhelmed by how right it felt to be in his arms, Carrie slipped one arm up around his neck and opened her mouth a little wider, inviting him to deepen the kiss even more. Matt needed no further persuading. He wrapped his other arm around her and crushed her against his chest, his
“I love it back here. I’ll grab a book and lay in the hammock for an hour or so almost every night.”
“Sounds like heaven.”
Carrie grinned over his choice of words. “That it is. Go ahead, try it.”
He looked at her as if she’d just told him to jump into a pit of snakes. “I don’t know how.”
“Sorry, forgot. It’s pretty easy, believe it or not.” Carrie positioned herself with her back to the hammock, grabbed it with both hands and sat down, then slowly lay back as she spread the delicate strings out with her hands. “Okay, get in next to me, but not too fast. These types are hard to flip, but you still have to get in it with care. And make sure there’s nothing sharp in your back pockets.”
“Don’t you need to turn? You know, so your head and feet are facing the trees?” He propped his hands on his hips and frowned, eyeing the hammock with hesitancy.
“No, that’s why Mayan hammocks are hard to flip.”
Matt stared at it for few seconds, shrugged, then turned and slowly lowered himself onto the hammock.
“See? Easy-peasy.”
“Are you kidding? You just jinxed me for sure,” he said with a laugh.
“Come on, lie back and relax. I’m telling you, once you’re sprawled out, you’ll never want to get off.”
“Okay,” he took a deep breath, as if he were about to dive off a cliff instead of simply lie back on a hammock. “Here goes nothing.” He slowly reclined back until he was lying right beside her, shoulder to shoulder, thigh to thigh.
Carrie closed her eyes for a moment as she savored the feel of his warm body pressed against hers. She hadn’t been this close to a man in years, close enough to smell his spicy aftershave, feel the hard contours of his muscled arm. God, how she wanted to turn her head and take a whiff of him. She bit back a smile over the absurdity of her thoughts.
“Mind if we get a little more comfy?”
Carrie’s pulse picked up speed as Matt carefully maneuvered one arm beneath her and curled her into his side, his hand stroking possessively up and down her side. Her breasts were crushed against his chest, and she wasn’t sure, but it felt like one was about to pop out.
“Better?” he asked, his breath warm against her scalp.
A shiver ran through her and her nipples hardened. Oh, God, oh, God, oh, God.
“Hey, you all right? I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. It’s just...I’ve been waiting all week for a chance to get my arms around you.”
She tried to lean back and gaze into his eyes, gauge the truth of his words, but it wasn’t easy in a hammock. “Really? I kinda thought...but then I wasn’t sure...” Great, she sounded like a complete and utter idiot.
He gave a soft chuckle and turned slightly toward her, his lips just inches from her own. The sun had finally disappeared into the western horizon, his handsome face now completely in shadow. “Funny, I’ve never been more sure of anything.” He dropped his voice down to a near whisper. “I’m crazy about you, Carrie. All I can think about right now is kissing you.”
“Then why are you still talking?” she whispered back, emboldened by his confession. She tilted her face up, making it clear that she wanted the kiss as much as he did.
Matt didn’t waste a second. He captured her mouth with a soft groan, moving gently at first, coaxing a response with his incredibly soft lips. When Carrie parted hers, he wasted no time in deepening the kiss, running his hot tongue along her bottom lip before slipping it past her teeth in search of her own. She met the stroke of his tongue with a sigh of relief. He tasted like pure heaven—chocolate and wine.
Overwhelmed by how right it felt to be in his arms, Carrie slipped one arm up around his neck and opened her mouth a little wider, inviting him to deepen the kiss even more. Matt needed no further persuading. He wrapped his other arm around her and crushed her against his chest, his
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