His face is contemplative, his lower lip tucked beneath his teeth as he thinks. Finally, he says, “I’m willing to risk a lot of things for this—for you, Kels. But no, I can’t risk losing my job when my mom is going to need me more than ever.”
I can’t help but smile at the admission, and a far less selfish part of me wonders if maybe I should call this off right now before it can turn into something that would ruin his life. Unfortunately for him, the selfish part of me is used to getting its way.
“So we won’t do anything that would put either of our jobs at risk. We’ll just keep doing what we’ve been doing, but maybe have a sleepover every so often,” I suggest.
“Every night,” he counters.
I snort a laugh. “Yeah, because none of our highly trained security personnel will pick up on that.”
“We’ll play it by ear.”
“Okay.” I nod like I’m conceding to him, when in reality, he’s agreed to all my demands.
“Fuck, I love it when you smile like you’re the smartest damn woman in the room,” he says before dropping his mouth back to mine.
Keeping our mouths locked, I push into him, forcing him onto his back. If we’re doing this, we’re doing it my way. I’ve learned the hard way not to let the man take the lead, even if Carter’s kisses suggest he knows what he’s doing.
I straddle his hips, the length of him pressing into the heat between my legs. Sighing at the contact I’ve been dying for since I woke up with his morning wood pressed into me, I lift myself off him slightly so I can rub against him.
More. I need more.
Placing my hands on Carter’s broad shoulders, I start to slowly rock back and forth, my hair covering my face and hiding me from sight.
“Hands up,” Carter says, helping me sit up straight before pulling my black T-shirt off and throwing it across the room.
“Now it’s—” I start before letting out a yelp as Carter flips me onto my back.
“I like to be on top,” I say.
Taking my nipple into his mouth, Carter hums his response, making my entire body seize with pleasure. After tormenting the sensitive area, he lifts his head, offering me a smug smile.
“That doesn’t surprise me. And you can be for round two. Come once on my fingers, and then I’ll let you ride me until we both get what we want.”
My body shudders at the dominance in his tone.
“Fine,” I say, “but you need less clothing. Don’t hide those pretty muscles you workso hard on.”
Reaching behind his back to grab the neck of his white undershirt, Carter’s arm muscles tense as he pulls the offending garment off. “Better?”
“Much,” I say on a groan as he turns his attention to my other nipple.
His movements are soft, slow, as he brings his calloused fingers up to squeeze and stroke both of my breasts.
I wiggle, lifting my hips in the air in search of friction and the release he promised.
Carter moves down my body, kissing my stomach before sliding his hand to my waistband and pulling my sleep shorts and underwear off in one tug.
“Fuck,” he whispers before slipping a hand between my thighs and splitting me open. I let out a soft moan as he presses a soft kiss to me before burying his face between my legs.
Pleasure pings through me at the contact, and my hips start moving, out of my control.
He places an arm across my body, pinning me in place as I continue to squirm beneath him.
“Fuck, you taste good,” he mumbles against me, the vibrations of his words a torturous sensation.
“I need,” I moan softly, not sure what comes next. “More.”
Carter doesn’t question the demand, pressing two fingers into me as his tongue moves against my clit. He curls his fingers once, then again, and my hips lift off the bed, his arm no longer holding me down. A groan slips from his lips before my hips drop back down, and he gently sucks my clit as he moves his fingers.
