She absentmindedly played with my hair. “I don’t think I’m as experienced as you are, and I…” She trailed off, and I could practically smell her overthinking things in her head.
I stroked her cheek. “There is nothing you can say that will make me feel differently about you. I’m all in, sweetheart.” I promised, wondering if she understood what I was really saying. “I’m not a mind reader, though, and it would be helpful to know what’s going through that pretty little head of yours.”
An exasperated breath out. “Truth. I’m not sure I know what to do.” She said shyly and then added even quieter. “Truth. What if you don’t like how I taste?” She threw an arm over her eyes, covering her face.
Ohhhhhh.
“Trust me, you don’t have to worry about that.” I chuckled, knowing what was between those long, lean legs was a buffet ready to be devoured, and I. Was. Hungry. Starving actually.
Her cheeks were quickly turning a deep shade of crimson, and it was adorable. There was something electric about the pull between us that she responded to me like that—like she couldn’t help it. I fucking loved it.
“It’s—I don’t know—you know?” She groaned, wide-eyed, and too damn adorable for her own good.
“Trust me, I’dloveto know.” I huffed a quiet laugh, my cock thickening. “And you don’t have todoanything.” I brushed the pad of my thumb over the soft spot below her hip bone, watching her reaction. “You just have to lie back and let me feast.” I could see her pulse flutter—she was nervous, but she was definitely into the idea.
“It just didn’t go well last time.” She blushed a bit, clarifying, “The only time.”
God, my girl had been through so much. I nodded, grateful she trusted me enough to share that, heartbroken that she’d ever gone through it in the first place. “We don’t have to do anything you’re uncomfortable with.” I leaned down and kissed her forehead.
“I’m comfortable withyou.” She offered breathily, fingers clutching my shirt like her life depended on it.
I chuckled. “Oh, I know.”
“Carter.” She smacked me with a grin, going swishy again. “I just don’t want to disappoint you.” She admitted, and my jaw flexed.
Part of me loved that she was a little shy about all this stuff, a little naïve, and being the first one to make her feel good, in this way, washot, but I hated that someone had made her feel this way to begin with. “Sar, the thought of tasting you drives mewild,and you will never, ever be a disappointment to me. Ever.”
“It does?” Her eyes heated, and I smiled, loving that’s what she’d locked in on.
I offered her a playful shrug. “I think my tongue would driveyoupretty fucking wild too.” I teased. “But I don’t really care what we do tonight, as long as we do it together—I’m just glad I get to spend the weekend with my girl.” I rested a cheek on my propped-up fist, offering her a mischievous smirk. Fuck yeah, I loved saying that. So. Fucking. Much. Mine. Mine. Mine. Wantedto climb up on a roof somewhere and sing about it, and I didn’t even sing.
Sara rolled her lips over her teeth. “I guess… you don’t have to stop what you were doing earlier.” She quickly flopped back, embarrassed by her request, but this was already a huge improvement—she was using her voice and asking for what she wanted.
“What’s the matter?” I grinned and peeled her hands away,again.“Do I make you nervous, pretty girl?”
“Of course not.” She breathed as I settled my hips between her legs, twirling a strand of her hair around my finger.
“Liar.” I chuckled deeply and hummed, “Do you like the thought of my mouth on you?” My cock twitched as I slowly dragged a finger over the swell of her breast and then over a nipple. “What about the thought of my tongue on you? Tasting you.” I nudged her head to the side to access that tender little place below her ear.
“Ohhh.” She sighed, wrapping her legs around my waist.
“Tell me.” I hummed against her skin.
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?” I nipped and quickly soothed the place where my teeth had been with my tongue.
“Yes, the thought of you … tasting me.” She said the words slowly, as if it was making her nervous to admit it. “Turns me on. A lot.”
Fuck yeah. Challenge accepted.
CHAPTER 44
Eye Contact
CARTER
“Good.” I rumbled. “It turns me on too.” I lowered and kissed every available inch of bare skin from Sara’s lips to her waistband until she was trembling. In the process—exposed in the broad daylight, I discovered a jagged scar on her lower stomach, and I brushed my thumb over it gently, eyes narrowing. “What’s this from?”
