“You. I want you.” It comes out as a whisper, a plea.
He lowers his head, his lips brushing over my neck, just below my ear. His tongue licks, soothing the places his teeth scrape. My nerve endings are in overdrive—or in shock. I’m hot and hungry and desperate.
“You’ve got me. For as long as you’ll have me.”
His body is radiating heat, and I squeeze my legs together, unable to find the friction I need.
I pull away and reach up to trace his lips, following the warm, firm curves.
“Do I? Is this really going to work once we’re back?”
“Yes,” he says, the absolute conviction in his tone mixing with something softer in his eyes—something that feels terrifyingly closeto love. “I know what it feels like to only get small pieces of you from afar. When it was all I thought I’d ever get, it was enough, but now I know what it’s like to be with you? Now I know what it’s like to have access to your brilliant mind and beautiful body? There’s no way I’m giving it up—giving you up. You’re stuck with me.”
“What if you get the contract and Trent sends you to live with Jaxon?” I ask. It’s one of the many questions that have plagued my waking and sleeping hours.
“I’m not leaving Wild Bluffs indefinitely like that, but, before you ask, if you get the contract and have to go live with Jaxon, then we’ll do long-distance. I will take whatever version of you you’re willing to give me.”
His confidence in us, in our future, does something to my body, and I can’t think of anything else but having him buried deep inside me.
Carter’s mouth finds mine again, his hands working quickly to relieve me of my tank top and shorts. Our tongues dance between desperate kisses as we devour one another.
Carter shifts, throwing me on the bed before prowling forward on his hands and knees to hover over me.
“You’re so beautiful,” he says, gently moving a strand of hair from my face and tucking it behind my ear.
His attention shifts lower, pulling up my sports bra to access my nipple.
My head falls back as his mouth moves, slowly sucking, biting, teasing. He changes the angle of his body, and suddenly his thick erection is pressed tight against my thigh. I bite back a moan, my eyesdrifting shut as pleasure flows through me. His mouth is rough and sensuous on me, and his other hand teases the other breast, pulling at my nipple and cupping my small mound possessively.
Unable to stop myself, I squirm against his leg, and he releases my nipple, a dark chuckle escaping.
“Needy this morning, huh, Kels?” he teases, pressing too-gentle kisses to my stomach.
“I’m going to take care of it myself if you don’t hurry,” I chastise, though the effect is likely lost with the breathiness of my tone.
“Liar,” Carter whispers in my ear before reaching for his wallet on the bedside table and grabbing a condom. He quickly tears open the package and wraps himself, his eyes never leaving mine as he does it.
I watch, entranced, as Carter pulls my panties to the side and lines himself up with my entrance. He slowly pushes in, my core tightening with each centimeter gained. His mouth finds mine again, his kisses scorching as our bodies seek the rhythm we’re both looking for. Finding it, the fire inside me starts to build, my nerve endings roaring their pleasure to the world. Carter lifts himself higher, his right arm locking behind my knee to pull it toward my shoulder, changing the angle. I thrash my head side to side as Carter’s relentless pounding brings me right to the edge. I’m chanting his name, begging for the release my body so desperately needs.
His thumb finds my clit, the tight bundle of nerves firing in excitement at the attention. One, two, three circles of his rough thumb is all it takes, and I explode, my walls gripping tightly as Carter follows me into oblivion.
“Ugh,” I groan, my body limp as Carter climbs off the bed to take care of the condom. “Now I’m going to be sore the entire run.”
Carter’s dark eyes smolder as he takes me in, lying on the bed in my underwear and a bra shoved up around the top of my chest. Signs of just how hot and fast our coupling had been—just how much we both needed the release.
“You know,” Carter says, his right hand reaching down to stroke himself, “if you skip your run, I’ll let you be on top this time.”
“Pshh,” I say, my eyes tracking his hand as his cock slowly rises back to attention. “As if youletme do anything. Don’t kid yourself into thinking you’re the one in control here.”
Carter lowers himself onto the bed next to me, his fingers lightly tracing my inner thighs. “I’ll fuck you however you want me to, Kels. I don’t care if I’m on the top, bottom, or upside down on the moon, as long as I’m the man getting to worship your body.”
“I love you,” I say, the words slipping out.
Shit. Shit. Shit. SHIT.What in the world? Where did that come from? I have never once been the first to admit anything in a relationship—how did I blow my freaking love load early like that?
Carter looks at me, his wide smile turning gentle as he watches me freak out internally.
“You can take it back if you want,” he says, his expression becoming distant as he gives me the out.
