The Carrero Heart - Beginning (Friends to Lovers)

He moves around the counter to me, obviously choosing to be closer, finding me with his arms and pulling me against him so I have to put my mug down too. Pulling me in to face him and giving me no option but to obey as he slides my body against his faultlessly, perfectly molded as though we really did break from the same mold once.

“Nope … this feels right to me, righter than anything I have ever known.” He stoops a little, buries that cute boy face in my neck and breathes me in before planting a kiss on my throat. I giggle unexpectedly when he hoists me up by the butt and legs onto the counter and slides me back to sit on it, nestling himself in between my thighs so we are nose to nose, intimately joined and I am his prisoner. This close to his face and that disarming smile feels a lot better than being across a kitchen, and the familiar tingling of my insides goes into overdrive.

“You make me want to wrap these around me every second of the day.” He murmurs close to my mouth as he angles for a steamy kiss, pulling my legs around his waist so I can lock my ankles together behind his back, my arms around his neck as he tilts me back and fits our bodies in snugly. Getting braver with how far he can push me with every single touch it seems.

Casanova!

“Hmmm, what happened to the no sex yet, thing?” I nudge him warily, still not sure if I even want to contemplate trying anytime soon; we seem to have bypassed all the awkward getting to know each other again, in half a day, and he is straight in with man-handling, a little too confidently. The heat is still there, but the memory of last night has dampened my desire to go there anytime soon. It didn’t play out how I thought it would and I would love to talk it through with Emma before I try again, get her take on it. Understand why it made me react that way.

“Who’s having sex?” He feigns innocence, catching my bottom lip in his teeth and sucking it in gently. I surrender to him and happily let him devour my mouth with a kiss that is more passion-fueled than any we have shared all day. I can feel his arousal between my thighs stirring quickly and it’s obvious he’s hit the sudden horn. A little sense of achievement that I can do this to him, considering how many times before I left him that I hoped I could. Forgetting my fears because I know I can trust him not to push me in this way, even if his body aches for it.

he breaks the kiss apart still nose to nose, grazing his mouth against mine seductively, still holding my pelvis tight against him so

until you’re ready.” He

atmosphere between us charged and I find it hard to resist him when he says things like this. He makes

the fire in him setting me off in ways I didn’t expect. Arrick kisses me chastely on the mouth and pulls back, letting me go so he can edge his pelvis away from mine, arms still hanging loosely around his neck as he slides his hands down my thighs to rest on my knees instead. Putting

head takes you back there; I hate that I made you already. I’m not saying we won’t try at some point, I’m just saying there’s no rush for it. It’s not the most important thing and I really don’t think it will be an issue in our future. I mean

that. I have never really talked sex frankly with anyone and it feels a little weird to be talking to him about it, when he is acting like this is no more different to discussing ice-cream

him imploringly, unsure about what that head-mess even is and still

me. Definitely don’t trust me like you used to. I understand you more than you think, Sophie, I can read you like a book sometimes and I can see part of your wall is very clearly up.” Arrick sighs at me, a mix of regret and understanding, strokes back my hair so he can plant a kiss on my cheek tenderly. A kiss that makes me want to close my eyes and savor him against me. He is starting

Unsure as to what I really feel in terms of trust after today. We slipped so easily into each other again, like we were never apart, and it has added to the washed-up cyclone of confusion