Peaches and Oldspice

Peaches and Old Spice
By AAnitaB
Chapter 2: Needs
He couldn’t believe it. Not once but twice Carlton hadn’t been able to pull back from her. Juliet felt so damn good in his arms, against his hands and lips. And if her skirt had even a little more give, he would have had her hips in his palms and her legs around his waist before either one of them knew what happened.

And Juliet deserved so much better than a hard, fast first time on an interview table. He wanted to give her so much more.

“Yes, Carlton, I’m very sure I want you.”

//Thank god, sweetheart.// He knew he was smiling and clinging to her hands. But that wasn’t going to get them out of this room fully dressed. “Grab your purse and I’ll meet you at the car.” //You have to let go… for now.// Carlton forced his fingers open, then stuffed those willful hands in his pockets. If he reached for her again, they wouldn’t leave this room. “Go,”

Her smile raised his blood-pressure and fisted his hands. The glide of her palms down her skirt covered a couple more inches of her beautiful legs with fabric, fisting his fingers in the lining of his pants pockets. Soon, soon he was going to feel every inch of those gorgeous legs with his hands, his lips. But not here.

Carlton stared at the hands on his watch for an eternity that lasted two minutes, then fought to walk calmly to his desk for his suit jacket. Jules strutted out the squad-room door with jacket and purse in place. //Walk, don’t run, Lassiter.// He followed her slowly, eyes helplessly locked to the sway of her hips all the way to the car.

Leaning against the hood of said car, his Jules smiled at him and he could see himself pressing her back against the hood. “Who’s driving?”

Could he keep his hands to himself in the passenger’s seat? //God, no,// “I am, get in, Peaches.”

She laughed and it was even harder to stay an arm’s length back. “Ok, Old Spice. You drive.” Buckled in, she looked at him across the front seat and he could feel it. “But make it fast.”

//Yes, ma’am.// Carefully four miles over the speed limit, he worked the traffic and main roads to get home safely and quickly. Soon, he’d get his arms around her and her hair spread across his pillow. “Almost there, Jules.”

“Good,” Her voice led his eyes across the seat. Her hands were knotted up in her lap and her eyes were locked on his hands. Detective Juliet O’Hara was thinking about his touch. And he was dying to reach across this car to give it to her, traffic or no traffic.

Three more blocks and he pulled up in front of his house. Her hand crossed the seat and slid along his arm, dragging heat over his skin. If he touched her here, they might not make it out of the car. “Come on, Jules,” He watched the sway of her hips up his porch steps and felt his hands clenching. His heart was going to explode if he didn’t take her. Now.

Sliding an arm around her waist, Carlton leaned in close against her back to unlock the door. He adored the feel of her pressing closer. Two steps inside the room, Juliet turned in his arms and dragged him close by the tie. “Damnit, Carlton, touch me.”

//Yes,// Her lips met his halfway, hands shoving his jacket over his shoulders. By will alone, he kept his hands off her hips long enough to get both their jackets to the floor and her body tight against his own. Their tongues danced and his fingers couldn’t wait anymore. He filled his palms with the feel of her curves, stroking up and down the tight fabric of her skirt. Every inch of her gorgeous body pressed her closer as her hands clutched at his shoulders. He agreed completely, she was absolutely not close enough yet.

“Jules,” Curving one arm around her back, Carlton caught the other behind her knees to cradle her against his chest. “I need you,”

One hand covered his heart as she smiled up at him. “I’m right here, you got me.” Her fingers walked up his chest to loosen his tie and work open his top buttons. “The question is, what are you going to do now?”

//Love you, all of you, Jules. Get lost in you.// Carlton leaned down and caught her lips with his, adoring the sweet taste of her on his tongue and the precious heat and curves of her in his arms. “How about I take you to bed?”

She smiled, arms curving around his neck. “Sounds like a plan.”

It took all his will to carry her to his room without another kiss. One more taste of her and his knees would spill them both to the floor right here. “Works for me.”

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She still couldn’t believe it. Carlton Lassiter was carrying her to his bed, cradled so close in his arms and about to get so much closer. He really wanted her, needed her. It felt so good. “Carlton,” Her hands helplessly clutched at his shoulders as those strong arms lowered her to the edge of his bed. Juliet couldn’t even look at the room she’d wondered so much about because his eyes held hers. He really needed her and it stole her breath as he sank to his knees at her feet. Big hands slipped off her shoes and slowly dragged heat up her legs from the ankles. “Carlton, please,”

He leaned in close and her knees strained against the skirt to get him even closer. “So beautiful, Jules,” He dipped his head, kissing his way across her thigh.

Juliet was going to melt into a puddle around his knees, fully damned clothed. Forcing her fingers out of his hair, she reached for her holster and badge to place them on his nightstand. “Carlton…” Big fingers slid up her inner thigh, taking full advantage of every inch of the skirt’s give and driving all her breath from her lungs. Helplessly fisting both hands in his shirt, Juliet dragged him high on his knees for a desperate, needy kiss.

His rig had to go. Groaning into a kiss, she shoved at the straps crossing his back.

He seemed to get that it was time to lose their clothes, his hands struggling at the button and zipper of her skirt. “Lift up, Peaches,” Fingers clenched on his shoulders, she arched into the drag of skin and fabric down her hips and thighs. “Gorgeous,” His hands heated her skin as they rubbed up and down the length of her legs, guiding her knees around his waist. On their way back up, those utterly distracting fingers gripped her hips, holding her tight against his body as his lips reached for hers. “My sweet Jules,”

“No,” He stopped at the press of her hands on his chest. “You kiss me and I’ll never get this damn shirt outta my way.” Her fingers reached for his buttons, her lips smiling. “I wanna touch you, too, Carlton.”

He groaned low and ragged in his throat, fingers clinging for another helpless second. “Get yours off, all of it.”

Carlton’s eyes never left hers as he sat back on his heels to wage war with his belt. That was right, the belt had to be first.

Weakly, Juliet dragged her eyes off his hands at his zipper and peeled her shirt off over her head. He’d gotten his holster off and his shirt open by the time her hands moved to the straps of her bra. She paused and he groaned.

“Jules,”

“No, you first,”

His eyes locked on her fingers and his shoulders rolled. His shirt and shoes hit the floor behind him. And Carlton Lassiter was crawling back into her arms with a breathless kiss. “Now, Jules, I need you bare.” His hands peeled the last of her clothes away before his body crowded hers back against his sheets. Smooth, hot skin. Strong, rippling muscles.

It felt so good to finally have this man half-naked and holding her tight. She loved this, loved feeling him against her hands, her skin. Between her legs. Damn those pants. Helplessly, Juliet wrapped her legs tight around his waist, dragging his hips hard against her own even with the fabric in the way. “Carl… ah… Carlton,” His hands slid along her thighs as his lips traced down the arch of her throat, her hands clutched at the smooth heat of his back. “Ah, Please…”

He smiled against her ribs and his hands gripped her waist as his hips shifted and rocked against hers. It was like Carlton didn’t want her to breathe. “Please, what, Peaches? What do you need?” His tongue slid lower, teasing at just the edge of her breast.

//You, you idiot!// A groan on her lips, Juliet shoved at his chest ‘til he rolled to his back. She loved the melting heat in his eyes and on his hands as she crawled over his body. Juliet filled her palms with the warm skin, soft hair, and hard muscles of his chest, leaning down to brush her lips over his. “I need you, Carlton, all of you.” She grinned as her fingers worked at his zipper. “With nothing in the way.”

“Jules…” His hands found her knees and clung as every inch of his body arched into her hands. “Please, Peaches…”

Juliet couldn’t help a groan and a smile, obeying the need in his voice and hands to slip all ten fingers around the hot, hard length of him. Every single cell of her body loved the low shout on his lips and the feel of him in her hands. “That’s it, Carl, need me.”

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He was going to explode right here, right now. Carlton was going to shatter into her hands with only his grip on her legs to keep him on the bed. If her voice didn’t push him over the edge first. //I’m there, Jules… need you. Now.// Catching her wrists, Carlton tried to catch his breath. “Jules,” He took one look at the pleased and eager smile on her lips and gave up hope of breathing. Now was the time for kissing. Pinning her to the bed with his chest, Carlton kept control of those dangerous hands and claimed the sweet warmth of her lips. Never, he would never get enough of Juliet’s kiss.

But he couldn’t control all of her. Those breathtaking thighs rubbed up his hips to tighten around his waist, rocking her body up against his. //God, Peaches// His hands clenched on hers, his hips pressing down to hold her still. “Not yet, Peaches, I’m not done touching you yet.”

She twisted against his hands with a smile, seeming to go for his every nerve ending with the rub of her breasts over his chest. “You’ve got me, Carlton, what are you gonna do to me now?”

//Feel you, touch you, taste you. … Love you.// Carlton couldn’t help but smile down at her spread across his bed. “Anything you want, love. Anything we want.” His hands moved on their own to cup her face and run fingers through her sweet-scented hair. “What do you want?”

Her hands slid over his shoulders, “I want a kiss and you out of those pants.” Her hips arched and swiveled against his causing a low rasp of need. “Now.”

“Yes, Ma’am,” he joyfully sank into her kiss, kicking his pants off the foot of his bed. And his Jules was finally bare against all of him, head to toe and every single gorgeous inch in between. “God, my Jules,”

It was his turn and he wanted her skin. All of it, under his hands against his tongue. Sipping once more at her lips, Carlton pulled back to the bite of her nails and the protest of her groan. “Carlton,”

“Shh, love, I said I wasn’t done.” A peck on her lips was followed by a quick hard pull on her neck. He wanted to mark her, to paint himself across every inch of her skin. “So beautiful,” Carlton filled his hands with her hips, kissing his way to the curves of her breasts. He adored the grip of her hands in his hair and the helpless arch of her back. He feasted at her nipples with lips, tongue and gently teeth and still it wasn’t enough. With a low groan, Carlton pulled back to kneel between her ankles, breathless at just how perfect this sight was. Juliet was naked and reaching for him, heat in her eyes and his name on her lips. “My love,” Helplessly, he kissed his way up her thighs while his fingers slid between them to find wet heat and tight depths. “Juliet, you feel…” //Like heaven…//

Her nails were going to draw blood on his shoulders and he didn’t mind at all because the feel and movement of her was incredibly beautiful. “Carl… ah, fuck, please.” Suddenly he was on his back with a goddess in his arms. “No more torture, Carlton. Our turn, now.” His hands helplessly clung to her hips as her fingers slid around his erection. “I need you, right now.”

He couldn’t breathe past the feeling of her body accepting his. Hot, wet silk wrapping around his every nerve. Carlton found his hands clinging to her hips as she held every inch of his length deep inside her. “My sweet Jules,”

Her lips curved, her fingers sliding up the hard muscles of his arms to his shoulders. Her body stilled over his, hands tightening against his skin as she drew in a ragged breath. “Carlton, you feel…” Her eyes closed and her teeth sank into her lower lip.

His eyes closed at the feel of the first slow stroke of her body around his. “Perfect, Jules, you’re perfect.” Carlton fought for breath and locked his hands to her gorgeous thighs for the next thrust. “More, my Juliet, please.”

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It took her the space of three ragged breaths to actually process his words. Carlton felt so damn good inside her, Juliet couldn’t help but move for just a little more of him. His gorgeous hands gripped her thighs, changing the angle just that little bit. “More, my Juliet, please.”

//More? You got it.// Juliet felt her lips curve as her hands smoothed down his chest to brace against his hard stomach. On their own, her hips obeyed his hands and the desperate need in her blood and moved, plunging around the hard length of his need. “Oh, yes, Carlton,”

He felt so damn good, every single cell of her body could only focus on feeling more, getting him closer, harder, deeper. “Jules,” His voice tightened nerves along her back as his hands heated her skin and guided her hips with his grip. “Yes, Peaches, so gorgeous.” Carlton arched to meet her every thrust, driving the delicious heat of him harder, deeper. But still not enough. “More, love, please. Need a kiss. Need you.”

Her hands dragged up his chest to his shoulders, feeling the tight strength in every muscle. Juliet watched his eyes lock to her lips as she leaned closer. Carlton wanted this, needed it, needed her. And she loved it. “Carlton, you feel… so good… more.” Her fingers clenched in his hair as their lips met on a groan. Tongues danced as hips arched and met. Juliet loved his kiss, would never get enough of it. Lost in the taste of him, she didn’t feel the change in position until he raised his head.

Suddenly the sheets were under her back and Carlton’s skin pressed hot and smooth against all of hers. “I’ll give you more, Jules. I’ll give you everything.” Strong hands guided her knees up his ribs as his hips angled against the insides of her thighs. He smiled against her lips before his body pressed ever harder and deeper into hers. “Give you all of me, sweet Jules.”

//So good… Carlton,// Juliet clutched at his strong shoulders as her body helplessly arched into the drag and heat of him against a whole new set of nerves. Every inch of his skin rubbed along hers. His hands braced in her hair with his arms under her back. The next thrust drove her hips off the bed and his name off her lips. “Carlton, yes, please,” So close. He was so close. And Juliet simply adored the feel of every single glorious inch of him. “More, Carlton, so close, please.”

She felt his smile against her lips before his body shifted to push her legs higher up his ribs. “Right here, Jules, reach for it.” The next thrust drove a helpless sound up her throat and her nails into his shoulders. “That’s it, love, show me.” Right against her lips, Carlton groaned low and desperate in his throat. “Come for me, my beautiful Jules, please,”

When those lips claimed hers in a soul-deep, tender kiss, his Jules felt every cell in her body rush and burn to do exactly what he’d asked. Nails digging, back arching, legs squeezing, she screamed a climax around the sound of his name. Her nerves had just enough energy left to thrill at his last thrust and the harsh shout of her name before holding him even closer as they both fought for breath.

This, the heat, fierce need, and desperate touch, this was exactly what Jules had wanted. But she never thought she’d actually get it. She’d dreamed about it, fantasized about him, but wouldn’t have bet a dime that she’d be here in his bed, feeling Carlton Lassiter with every ecstatic cell in her body. Juliet loved it and him so much she couldn’t breathe around the lump in her throat.

“Juliet,” her nerves reacted just to his voice, muscles tightening to keep him close. His hands shifted out of her hair as if he was planning to move. //No way,//

Juliet flattened both hands against the strong muscles of his back and crossed her heels behind his hips. “You try to move and I’ll shoot you.”

He laughed, low and soft against her throat and put his hands right back around her face. “Jules, I’m heavy.” His head lifted enough to brush his lips over hers. His elbows edged under her back to take some of his weight. “I should…”

“Stay right here, Carlton. I like this.” Her fingers stroked over his skin as his body relaxed over hers. “I love feeling you this close.”

“I’m not going anywhere, Jules. I’m right here.” Those gorgeous eyes stared into hers with enough heat and sincerity to melt her bones. “You’re mine.” Carlton’s words barely registered before he leaned even closer to claim her lips in a desperate kiss. //Carlton,//

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