I groaned at the fire skating through my veins. “I don’t want to kill the mood, but you desperately need a shower, Carter. You kind of smell like an actual rabbit.”
He grinned. “Oh, I know.”
He picked me up again like I was his bride, carrying me over the threshold on our wedding day. That image sent more heat spiraling through me. As I giggled against his chest, he pulled me into the bathroom with him.
Between kisses, I got the shower running. Then I peeled off Carter’s shirt, taking my time to study the hard lines of his chest and the trail of hair leading from his bellybutton to his jeans, already hanging low on his hips.
I couldn’t help myself. I kissed over his abs and lower, stopping to unbutton his jeans and unzip them. My hands pulled them down and I nipped at the front of his boxers with my teeth, making him inhale sharply.
“Shelby, you’re crazy.”
“You make me this way. I was a perfectly respectable woman until you showed up in my life.” Before he could reply, I yankedhis boxers down and licked a wet line over his cock, which went from semi rigid to rock hard.
Knowing I could make a man like him so turned on was intoxicating to me. It made me feel sexy, which I rarely got a chance to feel out here on the farm. There was no one to dress up for or impress. But today there was.
Carter pulled me to my feet, his eyes burning with desire. With his strong, sure hands, he stripped me too—although I took my panties off myself this time, folding them neatly on the bathroom counter. Then we were in the shower, kissing under the hot water, our bodies pressed together, wet and slippery.
His hard length pressed against my hip and I leaned into it, loving how it felt. I wasn’t sure how long we made out like that in the shower, unable to think about anything else until we had tasted each other.
I grabbed the soap and the loofah and started washing him, which was something I had never done before with a man. I had bathed myself, some chickens, some ducks, and even a goat on my parents’ old farm, but never a man. And certainly not one as hot as Carter Allory.
I could spend all night lathering the hard lines of his body. His chest in particular fascinated me. It had a light smattering of hair on it, but not so much it was like running my fingers through a shag carpet. I knew some women liked that, but for me, Carter was just the right amount of manly.
He made quiet groans under my touch, barely audible over the sound of running water, but it was like injecting pure fire into me. The cleaner he got, the dirtier I felt.
Once he was freshly scrubbed, I shut the water off and grabbed us each a towel from the rack. Getting dry was difficult when we couldn’t keep our hands off each other. Then he started drying me and I ran my towel over his body, and we couldn’t wait any longer. Carter picked me up and took me to my bed.
He laid me down like I was precious. His eyes drank in my naked body like he was seeing it for the first time. As if we hadn’t just been all over each other in the shower. Carter knelt beside the bed and kissed me, long and hard. Then he kissed down my throat, to my breasts, down my stomach, and to my thighs. I had already been wound up as tight as a drum, and by the time he was licking at my thighs, I thought I would explode.
His tongue lapped up my seam before swirling around my aching clit. I melted into a moaning puddle on my mattress, completely under his spell. His thick finger parted my lips, and I gasped at the sensation.
My fingers tangled in his hair and my hips bucked up into his face, but he never missed a beat, licking and caressing me until a hot wave of pleasure washed over me. I forgot my name, his name, and what planet we were on. All of my senses were filled with a pulsing bliss, and I floated through it with Carter.
I didn’t realize I was still gripping his hair, keeping his face planted between my legs, until he tapped my wrist in submission. I let go with an embarrassed laugh and he slid up my body until his face was parallel with mine. His eyes bored into me deeply, sparking with excitement, and I kissed him.
He rolled on top of me, not breaking the kiss. His dick was a steel rod pressing into me, and despite the wild orgasm I’d just had, my body was crying out to feel him inside me. I spread my legs for him in silent invitation, and he heard me loud and clear.
His hard cock nudged my entrance, brushing against my clit in a way that made me gasp.
“Carter, I can’t wait anymore. I need you.”
“What do you need from me?” Carter asked, his voice a low growl.
“I need you to fuck me.”
I had never said anything like that out loud before, but with Carter, I was doing a lot of things I’d never done before. Hisreaction made it all worthwhile. He grunted in surprise. His eyes darkened with lust and he grabbed a condom from his pants in the bathroom before rolling it on. Then, he thrust inside me, stretching me deliciously.
Time froze and all rational thought fled. Instinct took over, my body knowing exactly what to do. I angled my hips up to take his slow, steady strokes. Carter planted kisses all over my face and my breasts, like he wanted to be everywhere all at once.
“Shelby, I can’t get enough of you,” he said, panting.
“Good,” I said simply, grinning up at him.
His hair was still damp from the shower, and it was a tousled mess from my hands earlier. His green eyes were as bright as spring grass. Carter was sexy as hell and tonight he was all mine. I decided to make the most of it.
“Roll over,” I told him.
Carter did as I said, and I straddled his hips. Reaching behind me, I grabbed a hold of his cock and guided it to my entrance. I slid down onto him, shivering at the feeling of him burying himself to the hilt.
