As they stumbled backward, Emily felt the table against her back. Without breaking the kiss, Carter lifted her up onto it, his hands exploring her hips—evidently, he had the same thought that she did.
Emily’s desire exploded as he squeezed her ass, pulling her closer to him so that she felt the hardness pressed against her. He kissed her with a passion and fire that she had never felt before. She had never been with someone so strong, and so powerful, and it turned her on. He wasn’t dominating her exactly, but he was definitely in command, and she liked it.
She didn’t even realize what she was doing until she had ripped her shirt off and tossed it aside. She wanted to feel his skin against hers, to explore his body with her hands. He responded by sliding his own shirt off his shoulders and throwing it to the ground, leaving him in just his jeans.
Emily ran her hands over his chest, marveling at the ripples of his muscles and the warmth of his skin. A burst of excitement flooded her system, sending a shiver down her spine and making her skin tingle.
Carter’s mouth was hot on her neck, and she moaned as he sucked gently at her skin. Emily felt the energy solidifying between them, becoming a powerful, pulsing force. She had never felt anything like it before.
Her hands moved to his face, stroking his jaw with her fingers. Carter growled softly and kissed her, his tongue plunging into her mouth.
Emily whimpered as he kissed her, the urgency of the moment rising within her. She felt alive, filled with desire and passion. The world outside of them simply didn’t matter anymore.
Carter’s hands explored her back, and Emily shivered as his fingers slid over her skin. She moaned as he kissed her neck, arching her back to give him better access. Her body was on fire, and she had never felt so turned on.
She couldn’t help herself—she wanted him with an almost desperate need.
Reaching down, she undid his button-fly jeans. Her hands moved to his boxers, stroking his thick erection through the fabric. Carter growled and nipped her neck, making her already-hot body surge even hotter.
She was so lost in the moment that her hands moved to pull her panties off as if they were working on their own volition. Then she looked up at him, their eyes locking. In that moment, she knew that she wanted to give herself to him, body and soul. Even though she hadn’t known him for very long, weirdly, she felt as if it was time.
Carter pushed her backwards on the table, spreading her legs apart. Emily moaned as he came closer, and her body exploded with pure pleasure as he entered her, pushing inside her deeply with one long thrust that made her shout out in both pleasure and surprise.
Carter was gentle at first, kissing her as he began to move slowly inside her. But she didn’t need him to be gentle. She wanted every ounce of raw power he possessed. She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him closer and deepening the kiss.
The sensation was overwhelming. Her body was on fire, and she felt as if he was the only thing that could quench the flames. As he thrust harder, she moaned and moved her hips against his, matching his movements in an almost primal rhythm. The pleasure was building, her body humming with the thrill of it all.
Carter reached down and began to stroke her clit, and she moaned as he pressed his fingers against her, right where she needed them most. They moved together, building their pleasure to a fevered pitch. Emily felt alive, and in that moment, everything felt perfect. She arched her back as he fucked her harder, moaning and crying out as pleasure coiled deep within her belly, building to a peak.
She gasped as her climax hit, her body exploding with pleasure. Waves of warmth spread outward from her center, and a groan ripped from her throat as she squeezed him even tighter.
Carter growled and thrust faster, letting his own pleasureovertake him.
“Mate,” he said through gritted teeth, his body shaking as he came. Emily’s pleasure increased as she felt his hot seed deep inside her. She knew, right then and there that this was meant to be, that it was fate at work because no other moment had ever been as perfect.
Chapter Seven
Carter
Carter paced the room, every step echoing the rhythm of his beating heart, a frantic tempo set by the uncertainty of the situation. The wooden floor beneath him felt cold and unyielding, mirroring his own restlessness. Each stride took him to the window, the moonlight casting ghostly silhouettes on his form. It was supposed to be a tranquil night, but tranquility was the last thing on his mind.
She’s still in there... Megan...Carter thought bitterly, his inner turmoil visible in his furrowed brows.
His mountain lion, always present in the depths of his consciousness, growled softly, echoing his sentiment.
Must save her. Family.The voice was not outwardly audible but a deeply ingrained instinctual dialogue that had always been a part of him and took place inside his mind.
“I know,” Carter whispered aloud, rubbing his temples. “I know.”
The sudden vibration of his phone broke through his thoughts. Grabbing it, he saw the caller ID and answered immediately. “Talk to me,” he demanded tersely.
“Hey, Carter,” came the familiar voice of his friend and CIA colleague, Max. “We need three more days and we’ll be there with you.”
Three days. Seventy-two hours. It might as well have been a lifetime.
Carter’s fingers tightened around the phone, his knucklesturning white. “Every second she’s in there is a second too long, Max.”
Max sighed on the other end. “I know, man. I promise we’re working as fast as we can. This operation we’re on is delicate. If we rush, we risk everything.”
