The Carrero Heart - Beginning (Friends to Lovers)

Arrick doesn’t say anything, just smiles at me and then pulls his top over his head in one easy movement, that flawless physique on show, rippling lines of toned muscle and dark art and my stomach flips over with the sight of it. His body never fails to get my heart racing, tracing the fine line of fair hair up his abs until it blends to smooth skin and then meets the scattering across his chest. He’s so much sexier than he was as a teen; losing that air of boyishness and growing into maturity really did increase his level of hotness. He was always cute, nicely toned, and sexy, yet he came into his own after twenty-one.

“Better?” He smirks cheekily, watching the progression of my fingertips and tensing his stomach with every tickle and caress. I watch it mesmerized, longing to see the rest of him even more so now.

“Umm … you know these really should stay dry, best if they come off too.” I tug at his sweatpants and smile when he leans down and slides them off without argument, so he is only in a pair of very sexy fitted boxers and nothing else. It’s not hard to see why women go gooey for him when there is not much hidden. He should never be shy of the package he is carrying anyway. It works like a switch, hitting me right in my pelvis and the instant sizzle of horniness hit me hard. Pressing my knees together as my throat suddenly gets dry. Arrick’s pupils are already large with the lack of light, but now his eyes look so dark and consumed with unveiled lust, it changes his whole face. Body giving off new vibes as though he can already sense what I am going to ask him for.

“Seems a little unfair that I get to keep my clothes dry while this dress definitely looks dry clean only.” He leans in breathily, rubs his nose against mine to deliver a kiss, sexily delicate and heating me up easily. I turn around so he’s behind me, moving my hair aside so I can peek back at him coyly and guide his hands to my back in a bid to urge him to take it off.

I let his hands go as he moves to unzip it, slowly, stopping to kiss me on the back of the neck as he goes. His warm hand slides the zipper down and then slowly and gently pushes the dress off my shoulders, caressing my exposed flesh as he goes so that my eyes flutter shut at the contact. It pools around my ankles on the floor and I step out and kick it aside without looking. Lost in the feel of his touch on me, tracing patterns across my shoulders and down my spine sensually. There is no doubt that he’s turned on, yet I know he won’t do anything about it. In that, I can always trust him.

“I’m awful at taking my underwear off.” I whisper huskily, looking over my shoulder at him and seeing the same lustful glaze to his eyes that I’m sure mine have too. For something that started out sweet and romantic, the air is sizzling with sexual tension and he doesn’t hesitate to unclip my bra and slowly slide it off from behind, kissing my shoulder and then easing my panties off. My body is churning with need, every ounce of me vibrating with impatience and desire.

He smooths them down my legs and then removes them one foot at a time, throwing them on top of our clothes on the floor casually. His eyes scanning my body and devouring me shamelessly. His hand skims the curve of my ass, yet he moves both to my waist, trying to tame his urges and stay in a safe zone.

He lets me go and bends behind me and realize he is taking the last of his clothes off too, so that we are completely naked with each other for the first time, sober. The memories of Leila’s party are hazy, and we had more darkness than this, so were unable to appreciate each other in our natural splendor. I don’t feel nervous at all. I feel desirable and safe, skin tingling with his soft touches as he comes back to stand up behind me. Trembling with how different it feels to have him against me, skin on skin and completely aware of every single touch. Heightened senses and crazily alert.

He runs his fingertips down my neck, erupting in a million sizzling goosebumps as he trails them down my spine and across one of my butt cheeks slowly. I can hear the change in his breathing, the charge between us in the air.

“You’re the most beautiful girl I have ever known. I can’t believe that you’re mine, that I get to touch you like this, get to kiss you every day. I’m so in love with you, Sophs, every single tiny inch of you.” His voice is in my ear, low and sexy, tickling my neck and I close my eyes to the sensation of his skin on my skin again. Heart erupting at his words and I just want to turn and throw myself into his arms and kiss him to death. I want so badly to tell him how much I love him too. I pray that the mental block stopping me from that one tiny detail can be cured with one final step in bringing us together properly.

Every part of me longing with desire to feel the way he’s making my neck feel. I want to feel him inside me, to have that mouth back on places he brought to ecstasy before. I want it more than oxygen right now and every yearning ache has me tensing in anticipation, a need so strong I may scream if he denies me.

“Make love to me.” I whisper it so surely, yet so breathily that I don’t think he hears me at first. His hand pauses on my back as he registers what I have asked of him. I was so sure he knew this is where I wanted this to go, until this very second.

“I don’t want to put you back there.” His words come out painfully, so much emotion and I can hear how torn he is. Despite the way he’s touching me, the way his body is sending every signal that he wants this as much as I do, he is still trying to look after me.

I love you so much.

I can be everything I should be in a normal relationship, to be a normal woman. That I can be to

kisses me on the neck. Pulling me against him so I can feel his body against every inch of mine. That

against my shoulder and I have to admit there’s a hard wedge up my back, nestled above my butt in a pretty obvious way. I giggle, both nervous suddenly, and because it is unexpected, the humor in something so

back a little and putting space between us, yet moving in to kiss me gently. He grazes his nose against mine, hands coming up to cup my face as he leans down to bridge our height difference. He pulls me against him, so my hands go up and around his neck and his kiss deepens passionately, molding to me, moving with me and I let my tongue slide to his to initiate more. I am fully aware of his rock-hard self against my pelvis, I can barely ignore it when it’s

looking at me as though he really doesn’t know what to do. I trace his lip with one finger and focus on eyes deeply, still caught

more than it is.” I reply surely, no hint of apprehension as I gaze at him persuasively. That tiny muscle flicker in his jaw, knowing he’s fighting himself and losing his internal battle, as the look of sheer

crazy like this that I literally can’t function.” He replies huskily. Losing the air of confusion and I know I’m winning. I may not have his skills of seduction and sex, but I do know my boy and

nails gently in his scalp as his hands move down and encircle my waist, pulling me in and up so I’m lifted into him and my feet leave the floor. Feeling his body against mine, the look on his face that tells me this isn’t going to stop. I wrap my arms back around his

on the bed, kissing me, caressing a palm over the full length of my body from collarbone, over breast, down my abdomen, between my thighs so I gasp and arch under his tender touch. Then down one leg, moving away as he turns on a nearby lamp, giving a little illumination and I blink

like the lights on?” I watch him, wondering if that’s a normal thing for men when it’s consensual, not sure if I want it that way or not and figuring

heart warms unexpectedly, gnawing a little in real love-sick tenderness. He comes to crawl over me on the bed and nestles beside me instead of on top of me, stroking his hands down my body, exploring every curve gently as he does so

quietly, smiling at him encouragingly as I do so, my voice almost non-existent and he gives me that

My beautiful, sweet boy.

slides over the top of me fully. He slowly and deliberately maneuvers himself onto my body gently. He uses his knees and hands to cage me before coming down to nestle on me, watching my expression the whole time as though looking for any signs of change. I can feel his

against me naked like this, even though he has been here once before. Somehow being sober changes everything about this.

curb an urge, I really feel like he’s joined to me with a

and his smell. That in itself could seduce me effortlessly; he has no idea how much power he has over me with things that are seemingly nothing to anyone else. He breaks away and rubs his nose against mine, locking onto my eyes seriously once more, the second wave of doubt

He appraises me carefully, eyes so dark in the shadows he is casting with the light behind him, but I can see every line of his

Maybe you should turn your phone off though.” I frown and look away, hating myself instantly for that tiny insecurity coming out like that. Feeling instantly pathetic and hating that I even said it. That even despite everything I am feeling, that would jump in between us to kill

way to start a fight and end this all again. You’re an

to him. I turn back, as a small smile breaks over my face, heart restored, insecurity

up and kiss him, meeting zero resistance and he follows my head back down to the bed with a kiss that sparks

me feel the way he does with something so basic, so addictive and right. His kisses are my idea of heaven and I could