Part 14 (2/2)

And obliged again.

'More,' she whispered.

And again.

'Oh, G.o.d, don't stop,' she whimpered.

Stop? Was she mad? 'Carrie,' he cried as the pressure in his loins built to unbearable proportions.

She felt so good around him, underneath him. He wanted to pound inside her for ever, hold close like this for ever, be joined with her like this for ever. But the pressure was working against him, taking over, beyond his control, and he cried out her name as it erupted, pulsing like a molten lava flow through his veins, buzzing like an electric current through every cell in his body. And finally spilling out to cover his body in white-hot ecstasy.

Carrie cried out, too, as her body became embroiled in the heat and rush of her own o.r.g.a.s.m. It was even more powerful than the last. Her body was buffeted by shock waves more violent than the last. Like the waves emanating from a nuclear explosion. An internal mushroom cloud rippling through all the cells of her body. And all she could do was hold onto Charlie, anchor herself to him as they wreaked their erotic havoc.

The tumult rose to a crescendo and then slowly, slowly Charlie came down from the heights. Carrie was still spasming around him and the odd shudder quaked through his muscles. They were silent, like feathers floating to the ground, only their heavy breathing breaking the quiet.

'See,' Charlie murmured a few moments later, kissing her hair, 'I told you. Not bad for an out-of-practice couple.'

CHAPTER EIGHT.

CHARLIE woke the next morning, sun streaming in through the window, a little finger lifting his eyelid.

'You had a sleepover, Charlie?'

Oh, h.e.l.l! Charlie opened both eyes. Dana's smiling face greeted him. He felt Carrie, who was snuggled into his back, stiffen. 'Morning, Sleeping Beauty.'

Oh, d.a.m.n, d.a.m.n, d.a.m.n. 'Darling,' Carrie said, rising up on her elbow to look over Charlie's shoulder, amazed at how much she wanted to bite it, even confronted with a truly horrible situation.

'I'm hungry,' Dana said. 'Do you know how to make pancakes, Charlie?'

'Ah...yes, I do, actually,' he said, despite Carrie's finger poking into his ribs.

'Come on, then. Pancakes are Mummy's favourite.' Dana pulled at the edge of the sheet.

'Darling!' Carrie said, grabbing the sheet and holding it fast to Charlie's flat stomach. 'Why don't you go and get the bowl and jug and eggs out and Charlie will join you in just a moment?'

'OK,' Dana said agreeably. She dropped the sheet and skipped out, dragging blanky behind her.

Carrie collapsed back, groaning, and stared at the ceiling. Charlie pressed his lips together really hard to stop himself from laughing. He knew this was bad. Very bad. That Dana could read things into this that he wasn't sure he was capable of, but after an amazing night he was relaxed enough to see the humour in the situation.

Carrie punched him lightly on the arm. 'This is not funny, Charlie.'

He chuckled out loud as he stared into her mortified face.

'You were supposed to be gone two hours ago!'

'I know, I know, but you wanted to snuggle for just a bit longer and, well, frankly, you wore me out. I just closed my eyes for a second.'

'This is a disaster,' Carrie muttered, trying not to think about the eyeful her daughter would have had if she'd managed to pull back that sheet. Or how they'd made love over and over until the wee small hours. Even when their supply of four condoms had run out, Charlie had laid her back and made it all about her.

Charlie should have been concerned. He should have been worried, too, but he was too happy at this moment to care. He hadn't felt this good since before his marriage had fallen apart. He rose from the bed and stretched languorously.

Carrie swallowed hard as she watched his naked b.u.t.tocks tighten and his muscles undulate through his broad tanned back. Oh, G.o.d, the things he had done to her. 'Charlie, for heaven's sake, put something on. Dana could wander in here any second.'

Charlie turned and grinned down at her. He saw her gaze widen as she stared at his naked body. He felt himself twitch at the desire he saw in her eyes. 'Are you sure?' He smiled.

His voice was deep and lazy and s.e.xy and she wanted to reach out to him and pull him back into bed. 'Charlie,' she warned.

He laughed and hunted down his clothes. 'My s.h.i.+rt is in the lounge room.'

Carrie groaned again. 'Great.'

He looked at her lying in bed, the sheet pulled primly up to her chin. He suppressed the urge to yank the sheet down and just stare at her. She couldn't hide behind her morning-after primness with him. Not when he knew every delicious inch of her body.

'Are you getting up or shall Dana and I make you breakfast in bed?'

Dana and I. The way he'd said it had been so possessive it scared the h.e.l.l out of her. It was something a father would do with his daughter. A partner would do. But he wasn't Dana's father and he wasn't her partner. To get caught up in this little fantasy was dangerous. 'No. I'll have a quick shower and be out in a flash.'

'Sounds like fun.' He grinned.

Carrie felt her toes curl at the flirtatious tone and promise in his grey eyes. This was insane. Do not read anything into this! 'Go, Charlie, now.'

He chuckled. 'OK, OK, I'm going.'

Charlie scanned the lounge room for his missing s.h.i.+rt. He was looking under the lounge when Dana found him.

'Here's your s.h.i.+rt, Charlie,' she said, holding it out. 'Did it get hot last night?'

Oh, baby. It got very, very hot. 'A little,' he said, ruffling her hair and putting on his s.h.i.+rt. 'OK, let's make pancakes.'

Charlie laughed and joked with Dana as he cooked. She cracked him up with her four-year-old observations and her baby jokes. The longer he spent in her company the more charmed he was by her mix of exuberance and innocence. The enormity of what they'd done last night, and its implications, hit him square between the eyes as he flipped pancakes.

This little girl was looking at him as if he were G.o.d, Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny all rolled into one. He liked kids, had wanted his own. It had been the deal-breaker in his marriage. But this was reality. What did he know about four year-old girls? How could he be a good father when he'd had such a lousy example? Did he have the right to impose his inexperienced parenting on this close-knit, loving mother-and-daughter team?

'Mmm, something smells good.'

Charlie started as Carrie entered the room. He felt a warmth spread through his chest at the sound of her voice and he smiled at her gently, despite his chaotic thoughts. Her hair was damp from the shower and he wanted her all over again. He cursed his weak body.

'Charlie put banana in some, Mummy. They taste 'licious.'

'Hey, I tried to put banana in a few times and you wouldn't eat them,' Carrie protested, kissing Dana's head and pulling up a stool opposite Charlie at the breakfast bar.

Dana nodded solemnly. 'I know, but Charlie says you got to try everything once else how do you know whether you like it or not?'

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