Chapter Thirty-Eight
Evangeline
Iclosethe door behind Cole and look at Carter in question. He’s been here for about an hour, and things have been good. Friendly, comfortable even. We haven’t talked about anything pertaining to us, but after that speech, I know our time has come.
Slowly he walks toward me, entangling my hands in his.
“So you’d bitch about me?” I ask with a small smile shining through.
He tilts his head to the side. “Notallthe time,” he teases.
“But you really looked for me? For all those years?”
“I never stopped looking. I knew I’d find you one day.”
“So now that you found me, what do you plan to do?”
“Never let you out of my sight again.” He leans in, holding me tightly and kissing my lips like he should have been every day for the last ten years.
My hands reach up, wrapping around his neck, and I pull him down closer to me, not letting him back away this time. I want this. I want him.
He gets my drift, and in one swift movement, he picks me up and walks me over to my bed. I make him laugh when he tries to put me down, but my grip is so tight he can’t position us correctly without falling on his hands.
I don’t care, though. I wasn’t sure what I was going to do until I saw Cole standing at my door. My first thought wasno, please don’t make Carter think we’re still together,and suddenly, it was clear as day. Any question I had was completely erased from my mind and only being with him filled every thought.
Now I want to feel him, knowing for the first time that it’s truly him, on every millimeter covering my entire body.
He takes my hands, releasing my grip from his neck and holding them above my head when he whispers, “You don’t need to hold me down this time. I wouldn’t leave even if you tried to kick me out. You’re stuck with me. I hope you know that.” His lips brush mine before moving on to my neck.
Dropping my head back, I push my chest out to him, knowing he’ll do exactly what I want to my breasts and nothing that I don’t.
I feel his fingers unbuttoning my blouse, and the cool breeze that washes over me is brief until his warmth wraps around me, holding my body tight while he worships his way down my chest, onto my stomach and back up.
After removing my shirt and bra, he sits back on his heels, taking off his own shirt, and for the first time I truly get to admire the man he’s become. I lift up, wanting to run my fingers over his body, but he stops me short and grabs my wrist. Pushing the bracelet I’m wearing down and matching our tattoos together.
“Here we are, at the starting line. It’s not a race, but rather a marathon, and I’m going to love you till the very end. I promise you that,” he says before he kisses my wrist, wrapping it around his neck and bringing my bare breasts to his.
My heart pounds out of my chest as I’m overtaken by a wave of emotions I can barely handle. He encloses me in his arms, holding me tightly until I can take a deep, calming breath. Slowly, he lowers me back down. I close my eyes, still trying to calm my breath when his hands start to unbutton my pants and slip them down my legs.
Surprise makes me squeal when his warm tongue licks me before I feel him anywhere else. I open my eyes and lift my body up to my elbows, only to see the sexiest smirk I’ve ever seen, looking that much better in between my legs.
I can’t help the laugh that comes out of my mouth before his hands push me back down, spreading my legs wide, giving him full access.
The way his tongue works my clit while his fingers curl inside me makes my body start to quiver with a building need to search for its release. My hands wrap around his head, pulling him in closer as I unapologetically start to ride his face.
A deep desire I’ve never felt overwhelms me, causing me to barely catch my breath, but to my dismay, Carter stops, flipping me to my side before he removes his own pants.
“No,” I whine out, feeling like I’m going to die if I don’t explode first.
He laughs before lying down behind me, pulling his naked body flush with mine. His cock pushes between my legs, rubbing my clit but not coming anywhere near my entrance, rather rubbing right over it.
Pushing himself against me and away makes me slam the bed next to me, dying that much more to have him inside me.
“Carter,” I yell.
Still on my side, his large hand grips the side of my ass cheek, and he lifts it, just enough to cause my entrance to open slightly before closing it again. I’ve never been so aware of that exact spot on my body and how extremely empty it is right now.
Two, three, four times he pulls my ass cheek up and then pushes it back down while alternately rubbing his cock in between my legs. He’s so close, and I’ve never wanted someone to fuck me this badly, and knowing it’s Carter makes my heart feel like it’s going to burst right here.
